The meanest fish that swims the flood,
Leaps up, and means a praise to God.
4 The larger monsters of the deep
On thy commands attendance keep;
By thy permission, sport and play,
And cleave along their foaming way.
5 If God his voice of tempest rears,
Leviathan lies still, and fears:
Anon, he lifts his nostrils high,
And spouts the ocean to the sky.
6 How is thy glorious power ador'd,
Amidst these wat'ry nations, Lord;
Yet the bold men that trace the seas,-
Bold men refuse their Maker's praise.
7 What scenes of miracles they see,
And never tune a song to thee!
While on the flood they safely ride,
They curse the hand that smooths the tide!
8 Anon they plunge in wat'ry graves,
And some drink death among the waves:
Yet the surviving crew blaspheme,
Nor own the God that rescu'd them!

9 Oh, for some signal of thine hand! Shake all the seas, Lord, shake the land: Great Judge! descend, lest men deny That there's a God that rules the sky.] From the 70th to the 108th Hymn, I hope the reader will forgive the neglect of rhyme, in the first and third lines of the Stanza.

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HYMN 71. C. M. Devizes. [*]
Praise to God from all Creatures.

TH HE glories of my Maker, God,

My joyful voice shall sing;

And call the nations to adore

Their Former and their King.

2 'Twas his right hand that shap'd our clay, And wrought this human frame;

But from his own immediate breath

Our nobler spirits came.

3 We bring our mortal powers to God. And worship with our tongues;

We claim some kindred with the skies,
And join th' angelic songs.

4 Let grov'ling beasts of ev'ry shape,
And fowls of ev'ry wing,

And rocks, and trees, and fires, and seas,
Their various tribute bring.

5 Ye planets, to his honour shine,
And wheels of nature roll;

Praise him in your unwearied course,
Around the steady pole.

6 The brightness of our Maker's Name
'The wide Creation fills;
And his unbounded grandeur flies
Beyond the heavenly hills.

HYMN 72. C. M. Sunday. [*]
Lord's Day; or, Resurrection of Christ.

1 BLESS'D morning, whose young dawning

Beheld our rising God;

That saw him triumph o'er the dust,

And leave his last abode.

p 2 In the cold prison of a tomb,
The great Redeemer lay-

-Till the revolving skies had brought
The third-th' appointed day.

d 3 Hell and the grave unite their force,
To hold our God in vain :

o The sleeping conqueror arose,

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And burst their feeble chain.

e 4 To thy great Name, almighty Lord, These sacred hours we pay;

o And loud Hosannas shall proclaim The triumph of the day.

s 5 Salvation, and immortal praise, To our victorious King!

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Let heaven, and earth, and rocks, and seas,
With glad Hosannas ring.

HYMN 73. C. M. Mear. [*]

Doubts scattered: Joys restored.

1HENCE from my soul, sad thoughts, be And leave me to my joys;

My tongue shall triumph in my God,
And make a joyful noise.

[gone,

p 2 Darkness and doubts had veil'd my mind,
And drown'd my head in tears;
-Till sovereign grace, with shining rays,
Dispell'd my gloomy fears.

o 3 Oh, what immortal joys I felt,
And raptures all divine,-
When Jesus told me I was his,
And my Beloved mine!

-4 In vain the tempter frights my soul,
And breaks my peace in vain ;

One glimpse, dear Saviour, of thy face
Revives my joys again.

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HYMN 74. S. M. Guilford. [b]
Ingratitude to Divine Goodness.
S this the kind return!

IS

Are these the thanks we owe!
Thus to abuse eternal Love,

Whence all our blessings flow!

e 2 To what a stubborn frame
Has sin reduc'd our mind!

What strange, rebellious wretches we,
And God as strangely kind!

-3

(On us he bids the sun

Shed his reviving rays;

For us the skies their circles run,

To lengthen out our days.)

4

The brutes obey their God,

And bow their necks to men ;

But we, more base, more brutish things,
Reject his easy reign.

d 5

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Turn, turn us, mighty God,

And mould our souls afresh ;

Break, sovereign grace, these hearts of stone,
And give us hearts of flesh.

6 Let past ingratitude

Provoke our weeping eyes;

-And hourly, as new mercies fall,
Let hourly thanks arise.

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The beatific Vision of Christ.

[FROM thee, my God, my joys shall rise,

And run eternal rounds,

Beyond the limits of the skies,
And all created bounds.

• 2 The holy triumphs of my soul
Shall death itself outbrave,-
Leave dull mortality behind,
And fly beyond the grave.

g 3 There, where my blessed Jesus reigns,
In heaven's unmeasur'd space.—
I'll spend a long eternity,

In pleasure and in praise.

4 Millions of years, my wond'ring eyes
Shall o'er thy beauties rove;
And endless ages I'll adore

The glories of thy love.

5 Sweet Jesus, ev'ry smile of thine
Shall fresh endearments bring;
And thousand tastes of new delight,
From all thy graces spring.

o 6 Haste, my Beloved, fetch my soul
Up to thy bless'd abode;
u Fly, for my spirit longs to see
My Saviour, and my God.]

HYMN 76. C. M. Mitcham. Sunday. [*]
Resurrection and Ascension of Christ.
OSANNA to the Prince of light,

1

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Who cluth'd himself in clay!

Enter'd the iron gates of death,

And tore the bars away.

2 Death is no more the king of dread,
Since our Emmanuel rose;

He took the tyrant's sting away,
And spoil'd our hellish foes.

3 See how the Conqu'ror mounts aloft,
And to his Father flies,

With scars of honour in his flesh,
And triumph in his eyes!

4 There our exalted Saviour reigns,
And scatters blessings down

Our Jesus fills the middle seat

Of the celestial throne.

5 (Raise your devotion, mortal tongues, To reach his blest abode ;

Sweet be the accents of your songs

To our incarnate God.

6 Bright angels, strike your loudest strings ; Your sweetest voices raise;

Let heaven, and all created things,
Sound our Emmanuel's praise.)

HYMN 77. L. M. Leeds. Blendon. [*]
The Christian Warfare.

o 1 STAND up, my soul, shake off thy fears, And gird the gospel armour on ;

March to the gates of endless joy, Where thy great Captain Saviour's gone. -2 Hell and thy sins resist thy course; o But hell and sin are vanquish'd foes: o Thy Jesus nail'd them to the cross,

And sung the triumph-when he rose. e 3 (What though the prince of darkness rage, And waste the fury of his spite!

d Eternal chains confine him down
To fiery deeps and endless night.
o 4 What though thine inward lusts rebel?
'Tis but a struggling gasp for life;
-The weapons of victorious grace
Shall slay thy sins, and end the strife.)
o 5 Then let my soul march boldly on,-
Press forward to the heavenly gate;
o There peace and joy eternal reign,
And glitt'ring robes for conqu'rors wait.
6 There shall I wear a starry crown,
And triumph in almighty grace;
While all the armies of the skies
Join in my glorious Leader's praise.

HYMN 78. C. M. Canterbury. [*]
Redemption by Christ.

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WHEN the first parents of our race
Rebell'd against their God,

And the infection of their sin

Had tainted all our blood

2 Infinite pity touch'd the heart

Of the eternal Son;

Descending from the heavenly court,
He left his Father's throne.