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6 Great God, how infinite art thou!
How frail and weak are we!
And pay their praise to thee.
(33.) L. M. | AWPOWÖRFUL, self-existent God
Who all creation cost sustain! Thou wast, and art, and art to come;
And everlasting is thy reign. 9 Fix'd and eternal as thy days,
Each glorious attribute divine, Thro‘ages infinite, shall still
With unciminished lustre shine. 3 Fountain of being! source of good"
Immutable cost thou remain; Nor can the shadow of a change
Obscure the glories of thy reign. 4 Nature brer order shall rererse,
Revolving seasons cease their round; Nor spring appear with blooming pride,
Nor autumn be with plenty crown'd: 5 Yon shining orbs forget their
course; The sun his destin'd path forsake; And burning desolation mark
Amid the world his wandring track: 6 Earth may with all her pow'rs dissolve,
If such the great Creator's will: But thou for ever art the same;
“I am" is thy memorial stili. 22.
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to the Lord, ye sons of fame,
Give to the Lord renown and pow? Ascribe due honours to his name, And his eternal might adore
& The Lord proclaims his pow'r aloud,
O'er the vast ocean and the land; His voice divides the wat’ry cloud,
And lightnings blaze at his command 3 He speaks, and howling tempests rise,
And lay the forest bare around;
Confess the terror of the sound.
And palaces and temples shake. The mountains tremble at the noise,
The valleys roar, the deserts quake. 5 The Lord sits sov'reign o'er the flood;
The Thund'rer reigns for ever King; But makes his church his blest abode,
Where we his awful glories sing. 6 We see no terrors in his name,
But in our God a Father find.
Speaks comfort to the pious mind.
(36.) C. M. I 'TWAS God who hurl?d the rolling sphercy,
And stretch'd the boundless skies; Who form’d the plan of endless years,
And bade the ages rise.
Immense and unconfin'd:
And rides upon the wind.
Loud thunders round him roar:
All hell proclaims his pow'r.
Blue pestilence and wasting death,
Confess the Godhead nigh. 5 Ye worlds, with ev'ry living thing,
Fulil his high command: Mortals, pay homage to your King,
And own his ruling hand. 24.
P. M. 1 THEN in dark and dreadful gloom,
Clouds on clouds portentous spread, Black as if the day of doom
Hung o'er nature's shrinking head: When the lightning breaks from high,
God is coming God is nigh! 2 Then we hear his chariot wheels,
As the mighty thunder rolls; Nature, startled nature reels,
From the centre to the poles: Then the ocean, earth, and sky,
Tremble as he passes by! 3 Darkness, wild with horror, forms
His mysterious hiding-place;
Rend the veil and show his face,
While thine awful bolts are hurl'd,
Spare!O spare a guilty world! Stay thy flaming wrath awhile,
Let the bow of promise smile! 25.
(37.) L. M. God omnipresent and omniscient. 'LORD), thou hast search’dand seen me through;
Thine eye commands, with piercing view, My rising and my resting hours, My heart and flesh, with all dieir pow'rs.
& Could I so false, so faithless prove,
To quit thy service and thy love;
Or from thy dreadful glory run? 3 If, mounted on a morning ray,
I Ay beyond the western sea;
And there arrest thy fugitive.
Beneath the spreading veil of night;
Would kindle darkness into day. 5 The veil of night is no disguise,
No screen from thy all-searching eyes.
Through midnight shades, as blazing noon. S O may these thoughts possess my breast,
Where'er I rove, where'er I rest!
(38) C. M. LORD, all I am is known to thee!
In vain my soul would try
The notice of thine eye.
My rising and my rest,
And secrets of my breast.
Before they're form’d within;
Thou know'st the sense I mean.
Within lay circling arms I lie,
Beset on ev'ry side..
And like a bulwark prove,
Secur'd hy sov’reign love. 27.
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God's Wisdom. 1 SONGS of immortal praise belong
my almighty God: lle hath my heart, and he my tongue,
To sprcad his name abroal. 2 How great the works his hand hath wrought!
How glorious in our sight!
His wonders with delight.
How wise th' eternal mind!
That his first thoughts design'd.
He fix'd his cov'nant sure:
To endless years endue.
Thy heav'nly skill proclaim. What shall we do to make us wise,
But learn to read thy name?
Is our divinest skill;
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God holy and just. *HLY and rev'rend is the name Of our eternal King.