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Which may bear the sound above
Where the orb of fire doth move;
And so climb from sphere to sphere,
Till our song th' Almighty hear.

So shall He from Heaven's high tower
On the earth His blessing shower;
All this huge wide orb we see
Shall one choir, one temple be;
There our voices we will rear
Till we fill it everywhere:
And enforce the fiends that dwell
In the air, to sink to hell.
Then, 0 ! come, with sacred lays,
Let us sound th' Almighty's praise.

G. Wither

III

HYMN OF PRAISE

Holy, holy, holy, Lord,

God of Hosts! When heaven and earth Out of darkness, at Thy Word,

Issued into glorious birth,
All Thy works before Thee stood,
And Thine eye beheld them good,
While they sang with one accord,

Holy, holy, holy, Lord!

Holy, holy, holy! Thee

One Jehovah evermore Father, Son, and Spirit, we,

Dust and ashes, would adore:

Lightly by the world esteem'd,
From that world by Thee redeem'd,
Sing we here, with glad accord,
Holy, holy, holy, Lord!

Holy, holy, holy! all

Heaven's triumphant choir shall sing, When the ransom'd nations fall

At the footstool of their King: Then shall saints and seraphim, Hearts and voices, swell one hymn, Round the throne with full accord,

Holy, holy, holy, Lord!

J. Montgomery

IV

THE GOODNESS OF GOD

Yes, God is good: in earth and sky,
From ocean-depths and spreading wood,

Ten thousand voices seem to cry,

"God made us all, and God is good."

The sun that keeps his trackless way,
And downward pours his golden flood,

Night's sparkling hosts, all seem to say,
In accents clear, that God is good.

The merry birds prolong the strain,
Their song with every spring renew'd;

And balmy air, and falling rain,
Each softly whisper, "God is good."

I hear it in the rushing breeze;

The hills that have for ages stood, The echoing sky, and roaring seas,

All swell the chorus, "God is good."

Yes, God is good, all Nature says,

By God's own hand with speech endued;

And man, in louder notes of praise,

Should sing for joy that "God is good."

For all Thy gifts we bless Thee, Lord,
But chiefly for our heavenly food,

Thy pardoning grace, Thy quick'ning word;
These prompt our song that " God is good."

y. H. Gurney

THE GOODNESS OF PROVIDENCE

The Lord my pasture shall prepare,
And feed me with a shepherd's care;
His presence shall my wants supply,
And guard me with a watchful eye;
My noon-day walks He shall attend,
And all my midnight hours defend.

When in the sultry glebe I faint,
Or on the thirsty mountains pant,
To fertile vales, and dewy meads,
My weary wandering steps He leads,

Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow,
Amid the verdant landscape flow.

Though in the paths of death I tread,
With gloomy horror overspread,
My stedfast heart shall fear no ill;
For Thou, O Lord, art with me still:
Thy friendly crook shall give me aid,
And guide me through the dreadful shade.

Though in a bare and rugged way,
Through devious lonely wilds I stray,
Thy bounty shall my pains beguile;
The barren wilderness shall smile,
With sudden greens, and herbage crown'd,
And streams shall murmur all around.

J. Addison

VI

HYMN TO GOD THE FATHER

Hear me, O God!

A broken heart

Is my best part:
Use still Thy rod,

That I may prove

Therein Thy love.

If Thou hadst not
Been stern to me,
But left me free,

I had forgot

Myself and Thee.

For sin's so sweet,

As minds ill-bent

Rarely repent,
Until they meet

Their punishment.

Ben Jonson

VII

PROVIDENCE

God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;

He plants his footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.

Deep in unfathomable mines

Of never-failing skill,
He treasures up His bright designs,

And works his sovereign will.

Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take,
The clouds ye so much dread

Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.

Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust Him for His grace;

Behind a frowning Providence
He hides a smiling face.

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