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Lord, would adlo Lust to, and
2 The lowest step around thy seat
4 While all the stars that round her burn Rises too high" for Gabriel's feet;
And all the planets in their turn, In vain the tall archangel tries [eyes. Confirm the tidings as they roll, To reach thine height with wond'ring And spread the truth from pole to pole 3 Lord, what shall earth and ashes do? 5 What though in solemn silence all We would adore our Maker too;
Move round this dark terrestrial ball? From sin and dust to thee we cry,
What though no real voice nor sound The Great, the Holy, and the High! Amidst their radiant orbs be found ? 4 Earth from afar has heard thy fame, 6 In reason's ear they all rejoice,
And worms have learnt to lisp thy name; And utter forth a glorious voice;
For ever singing, as they shine, Leave all our soaring thoughts behind. "The hand that made us is divine.' 5 God is in heaven, but man below;
Be short our tunes; our words be few; 19 C. M. Crowle, 3. New York, 33. A sacred reverence checks our songs,
he Creator the searcher of the heart, And praise sits silent on our tongues.
Ps. cxxxix. | 1 | ORD! thy pervading knowledge
U strikes CREATION AND PROVIDENCE.
Through nature's inmost gloom,
A slumberer in the womb.
2 Thee will I honour, for I stand
A volume of thy skill; IJ OOK up, ye saints, direct your eyes
Stupendous are thy works, and they U To Him who dwells above the skies; With your glad notes his praise rehearse
My contemplations fill! Who form'd the mighty universe.
3 Thine eye beheld me when the speck
Of entity began; 2 He spoke, and from the womb of night,
light, And o'er my form, in darkness framed, At once sprang up the cheering light:
Thy rich embroid'ry ran. im discord heard ; and, at his nod, Beauty awoke, and spoke the God.
4 Th' unfashion'd mass by thee was seen;
My structure in thy book 3 The word he gave, th' obedient sun
Was plann'd, before thy curious mould Began his glorious race to run :
The future embryo took.
5 How precious are the streaming joys
That from thy love descend! 4 Teeming with life,-air, earth, and sea,
Would I rehearse their numbers o'er Obey th' Almighty's high decree!
Where would their numbers end To every tribe he gives their food, Then speaks the whole divinely good.
6 Not ocean's countless sands exceed
The blessings of the skies; 5 But to complete the wondrous plan,
With night's descending shades they fal, From earth and dust he fashions man: 1
With morning splendours rise.
17 Thine awful glories round me shine,
My flesh proclaims thy praise : 6 Lord, while thy glorious works I view,
Lord ! to thy works of nature join
Thy miracles of grace.
90 C. M. Devizes, 14. Hensbury, 32.
The glories of creation. WATTS
Thee the creation sings! 1 With all the blue ethereal sky,
With thy loved name, rocks, hills, an And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
seas, Their great Original proclaim.
And heaven's high palace rings. 2 Th' unwearied sun, from day to day, | 2 Thy hand how wide it spread the sky Does his Creator's power display;
How glorious to behold! And publishes to every land
Tinged with the blue of heav'nly dye, The work of an almighty hand.
And starr'd with sparkling gold. 8 Soon as the evening shades prevail, 3 Thy glories blaze all nature round,
The moon takes up the wondrous tale; And strike the gazing sight,
Thro' skies, and seas, and solid ground Repeats the story of her birth :
With terror and delight.
4 Infinite strength, and equal skill,
All nature joins to teach thy praise, Shine through the worlds abroad,
And bid our souls adore. Our souls with vast amazement fill,
2 Where'er we turn our gazing eyes, And speak the builder God.
Thy radiant footsteps shine; 5 But still the wonders of thy grace
Ten thousand pleasing wonders rise Our softer passions move;
And speak their source divine. Pity divine in Jesu's face
3 The living tribes of countless forms, We see, adore, and love.
In earth, and sea, and air, 30 L. M. Martin's Lane, 67.
The meanest flies, the smallest worms,
Almighty power declare.
| 4 Thy wisdom, power, and goodness, Lord, I VE sons of men, with joy record
In all thy works appear : 1 The various wonders of the Lord, And o ! let man thy praise record, And let his power and goodness sound
Man, thy distinguish'd care! Through all your tribes the earth around. 1 5 From thee the breath of life he drew; 2 Let the high heavens your songs invite, That breath thy power maintains; Those spacious fields of brilliant light, Thy tender mercy, ever new, Where sun, and moon, and planets roll, His brittle frame sustains. And stars that glow from pole to pole. 16 Yet nobler favours claim his praise, 3 Sing earth, in verdant robes array'd
of reason's light possess'd; Its herbs and flowers, its fruit and shade; By revelation's brightest rays Peopled with life of various forms,
Still more divinely bless'd. Or fish, and fowl, and beasts, and worms. 7 Thy providence his constant guard, 4 View the broad sea's majestic plains,
When threat'ning woes impend, And think how wide its Maker reigns; Or will th' impending dangers ward, That band remotest nations joins,
Or timely succours lend. And on each wave his goodness shines. Le
8 On us that providence has shone 5 But oh, that brighter world above,
With gentle smiling rays : Where lives and reigns incarnate love! O may our lips and lives make known God's only Son, in flesh array'd,
Thy goodness and thy praise ! For man á bleeding victim made. 6 Thither, my soul, with rapture soar !
22 L.M. Green's Hundred, 89. There, in the land of praise adore :
Providence equitable & kind. Ps. cvii. The theme demands an angel's lay
THROUGH all the various shifting Demands an everlasting day.
Of life's mistaken ill or good, L. M. Rothwell, 174. Virginia, 234.
Thy hand, O God! conducts unseen Providence wise and good. SERLE. The beautiful vicissitude. I THY ways, O Lord! with wise design, 2 Thou givest with paternal care,
1 Are framed upon thy throne above, Howe'er unjustly we complain, And every dark and bending line
To each their necessary share Meets in the centre of thy love.
Of joy and sorrow, health and pain. ! With feeble light and half obscure, 3 Trust we to youth, or friends, or power ? Poor mortals tny arrangements view; Fix we on this terrestrial ball ? Not knowing that the least are sure, When most secure, the coming hour, And the mysterious just and true.
If thou see fit, may blast them all. Thy flock, thy own peculiar care, 4 When lowest sunk with grief and shame, Though now they seem to roam uneyed, Fill’d with affliction's bitter cup, Are led or driven only where
Lost to relations, friends, and fame, They best and safest may abide.
Thy powerful hand can raise us up. | They neither know nor trace the way: 5 Thy powerful consolations cheer, But, trusting to thy piercing eye,
Thy smiles suppress the deep-fetch'd None of their feet to ruin stray,
sigh, Nor shall the weakest fail or die.
Thy hand can dry the trickling tear My favour'd soul shall meekly learn
That secret wets the widow's eye. To lay her reason at thy throne; 16 All things on earth, and all in heaven, Too weak thy secrets to discern,
On thy eternal will depend; I'll trust thee for my guide alone.
And all for greater good were given,
And all shall in thy glory end. C.M. Staughton, 264. Arnold's, 268.
| 7 This be my care: to all beside Creation and Providence. STEELE.
Indifferent let my wishes be; LORD, when our raptured thought Passion be calm, and dumb be pride,
24C. M. Gainsboro', 29. Church St., 519. 4 The storm is laid, the winds retire, The mysteries of Providence.
Obedient to thy will ;
The sea that roars at thy command, COWPER.
At thy command is still. 1 Cod moves in a mysterious way | 5 In midst of dangers, fears, and deaths, U His wonders to perform;
Thy goodness we'll adore; He plants his footsteps in the sea,
We 'll praise thee for thy mercies past, And rides upon the storm.
And humbly hope for more. 2 I)eep in unfathomable mines
6 Our life, while thou preserv'st that life Of never-failing skill,
Thy sacrifice shall be ; Ile treasures up his bright designs,
And death, when death shall be our lot, And works his sov'reign will.
Shall join our souls to thee. 3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread
Part I. C. M. St. James's, 163. Are big with mercy, and shall break
Providence and grace. In blessings on your head.
Ps. cxxxix. STEELE 4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
LMIGHTY Father, gracious Lord! But trust him for his grace;
1 Kind Guardian of my days, Behind a frowning providence
Thy mercies let my heart record He hides a smiling face.
In songs of grateful praise. 5 His purposes will ripen fast,
2 In life's first dawn, my tender frame Unfolding every hour;
Was thy indulgent care, The bud may have a bitter taste,
Long ere I could pronounce thy name, But sweet will be the flower.
Or breathe the infant prayer. 6 Blind unbelief is sure to err,
3 [Around my path what dangers rose! And scan his work in vain :
What snares spread all my road! God is his own interpreter,
No power could guard me from my foes, And he will make it plain.
But my Preserver, God.
4 How many blessings round me shone, C. M. Bedford, 91. York, 515.
Where'er I turn'd mine eye!
How many pass'd, almost unknown,
Or unregarded by !] CREAT God of providence! thy ways 5 Each rolling vear new favours brought UT Are hid from mortal sight;
From thy exhaustless store; Wrapt in impenetrable shades,
But ah! in vain my labouring thought Or clothed with dazzling light.
Would count thy mercies o'er. 2 The wondrous methods of thy grace 6 While sweet reflection, through my days, Evade the human eye;
Thy bounteous hand would trace; The nearer we attempt t' approach,
Still dearer blessings claim my praise, The farther off they fly.
The blessings of thy grace. 3 But in the world of bliss above,
7 Yes, I adore thee, gracious Lord! Where thou dost ever reign,
For favours more divine: These mysteries shall be all unveil'd,
That I have known thy sacred word, And not a doubt remain.
Where all thy glories shine. 4 The Sun of righteousness shall there 8 Lord! when this mortal frame decays, His brightest beams display,
And every weakness dies, And not a hovering cloud obscure
Complete the wonders of thy grace, That never-ending day.
And raise me to the skies.
| 9 Then shall my joyful powers unite 36 C. M. Irish, 171. Exeter, 4.
In more exalted lays,
In everlasting praise. 11 How sure is their defence !
PART II. C. M. Bath Chapel, 26. Eternal wisdom is their guide, Their help omnipotence.
Providence implored. LOGAN, 2 In foreign realms and lands remote
GOD of Bethel ! by whose hand Supported by thy care,
Thy people still are fed; Through burning climes they pass unhurt, | Who through this weary pilgrimage . And breathe in tainted air.
Hast all our fathers led; 3 When by the dreadful tempest borne | 2 Our vows, our prayers, we now present High on the broken wave,
Before thy throne of grace : They know thou art not slow to hear, God of our fathers, be the God Nor impotent to save.
Of their succeeding race,
For i hayli thy morta dies,ne grace
ternal w sure iservants
dom is their defent; O Lord.
3 Through each perplexing path of life | 6 Break, sovereign grace, o break the Our wandering footsteps guide;
And set the captive free; (charm, Give us each day our daily bread,
Revea., Alnighty God, thine arm, And raiment fit provide.
And haste to rescue me. 40 spread thy covering wings around, Till all our wanderings cease,
T o S. M. Wirksworth, 158. Dunbar, 252. And at our Father's loved abode
The evil heart. Jer. xvii. 9. Our souls arrive in peace.
Matt. xv. 19. BEDDOME. 5 Such blessings from thy gracious hand, ASTONISH'D and distress'd, Our humble prayers implore;
I turn mine eyes within : And thou shalt be our chosen God,
My heart with loads of guilt oppress'd, And portion evermore.
The seat of every sin.
What vile affections there!
Distrust, presumption, artful guile, THE FALL.
Pride, envy, slavish fear.
3 Almighty King of saints, L.M. Babylon Streams, 23.
These tyrant lusts subdue: Original sin WA TS. Expel the darkness of my mind, 1 ADAM, our father and our head,
And all my powers renew. A Transgress'd, and justice doom'd us 4 This done, my cheerful voice dead;
Shall loud hosannas raise;
My soul shall glow with gratitude,
L. M. Gould's, 272. Kingsbridge, 88. Speak : are you strong to bear the loa
Sin and holiness. CRUTTENDEN. The weighty vengeance of a God? 3 In vain we ask; for all around
W HAT jarring natures dwell within, Stand silent through the heavenly ground;
Imperfect grace, remaining sin ! There's not a glorious mind above
Nor this can reign, nor that prevail, Has half the strength or half the love.
Though each by turns my heart assail. 4 But oh! unmeasurable grace !
| 2 Now I complain, and groan, and die; Th' eternal Son takes Adam's place;
Now raise my songs of triumph high ;
Sing a rebellious passion slain, Down to our world the Saviour flies,
Or mourn to feel it live again. Stretches his arms, and bleeds, and dies. 5 Amazing work! look down, ye skies,
3 One happy hour beholds me rise, Wonder and gaze with all your eyes !
Borne upwards to my native skies, Ye saints below, and saints above,
While faith assists my soaring flight All bow to this mysterious love.
To realms of joy and worlds of light.
14 Scarce a few hours or minutes roll, C.M. Walsal, 237. Palmyra, 204. Ere earth reclaims my captive soul; Indwelling sin lamented. STENNETT.
! I feel its sympathetic force,
And headlong urge my downward course. I WITH tears of anguish I lament, Here, at thy feet, my God,
5 How short the joys thy visits give, My passion, pride, and discontent,
How long thine absence, Lord, I grieve! And vile ingratitude.
What clouds obscure my rising sun, 2 Sure there was ne'er a heart so base,
Or intercept its rays at noon! So false as mine has been ;
6 [Again the Spirit lifts his sword, So faithless to its promises,
And power divine attends the word ; So prone to every sin !
I feel the aid its comforts yield, 3 My reason tells me thy commands
And vanquish'd passions quit the field.] Are holy, just, and true;
7 Great God, assist me through the fight, Tells me whate'er my God demands
Make me triumphant in thy might; Is his most righteous due.
Thou the desponding heart canst raise, 4 Reason I hear, her counsels weigh,
The victory mine, and thine the praise. And all her words approve; But still I find it hard t'obey ;
12 L.M. Ulverston, 179. Old 100th. And harder yet to love.
Sin deplored. DODDRIDGE. 5 How long, dear Saviour, shall I feel 1 A RISE, my tenderest thoughts, arise; These struggles in my breast?
A To torrents melt my streaming eyes; When wilt thou bow my stubborn will, And thou, my heart, with anguish feel and give my conscience rest?
Those evils which thou canst not heal.
2 See human nature sunk in shame;
All broad, and winding, and aslope, See scandals pour'd on Jesus' name; All tempting with perfidious hope, The Father wounded through the Son ;
All ending in despair. The world abused, the soui undone.
2 Millions of pilgrims throng these roads. 3 See the short course of vain delight Bearing their baubles or their loads Closing in everlasting night
Down to eternal night :
Narrow, and rough, and steep, ascends 4 My God, I feel the mournful scene;
From darkness into light. My bowels yearn o'er dying men;
3 Is there no guide to show that path? And fain my pity would reclaim,
The Bible! He alone who hath And snatch the firebrands from the flame.
The Bible, need not stray ; 5 But feeble my compassion proves,
But he who hath, and will not give And can but weep where most it loves; That light of life to all that live, Thy own all-saving arm employ,
Himself shall lose the way. And turn these drops of grief to joy.
L. M. Portugal, 97. Simeon, 357. SCRIPTURE.
The use of Scripture. BEDDOME. THE PROPERTIES OF IT.
1 W HEN Israel thro' the desert pass'd,
V A fiery pillar went before,
To guide them through the dreary waste,
And lessen the fatigues they bore. I LOW precious is the book divine,
2 Such is thy glorious word, O God! 11 By inspiration given !
'T is for our light and guidance given ; Bright as a lamp its doctrines shine
It sheds a lustre all abroad, To guide our souls to heaven.
And points the path to bliss and heaven. 2 It sweetly cheers our drooping hearts
13 It fills the soul with sweet delight, In this dark vale of tears;
And quickens its inactive powers, Life, light, and joy it still imparts,
It sets our wandering footsteps right, And quells our rising fears.
Displays thy love, and kindles ours. 8 This lamp, through all the tedious night 4 Its promises rejoice our hearts : Of life, shall guide our way;
Its doctrines are divinely true; Till we behold the clearer light
Knowledge and pleasure it imparts; Of an eternal day.
It comforts and instructs us too. 1 PART II. C. M. New York, 33. 5 Ye British isles, who have this word,
Light and glory of the word, cowPER. Ye saints, who feel its saving power,-i The Spirit breathes upon the word,
Unite your tongues to praise the Lord, 1 And brings the truth to sight;
And his distinguish'd grace adore. Precepts and promises afford A sanctifying light.
15 C.M. Staughton, 264. Prov. Coll. 10. 2 A glory gilds the sacred page,
Riches of God's word. STENNETT. Majestic, like the sun ; It gives a light to every age,
1 I ET avarice, from shore to shore,
U It gives, but borrows none.
Her favourite god pursue;
Thy word, O Lord, we value more 3 The hand that gave it still supplies
Than India or Peru.
2 Here mines of knowledge, love, and joy, They rise, but never set.
Are open'd to our sight;
The purest gold without alloy, 4 Let everlasting thanks be thine,
And gems divinely bright.
3 The counsels of redeeming grace With beams of heavenly day.
These sacred leaves untold;
And here the Saviour's lovely face 5 My soul rejoices to pursue
Our raptured eyes behold.
4 Here, light descending from above In brighter worlds above.
Directs our doubtful feet;
Here, promises of heavenly love 19 PART III. 8.8.6. Serlby, 167.
Our ardent wishes meet. O The Bible a light. J. MONTGOMERY. 5 Our numerous griefs are here redress 1 WHAT is the world ? a wildering maze, And all our wants supplied ;
Where sin hath track'd ten thousand Nought we can ask to make us bless'