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The heavens declare the glory of God. Pr. 19.

D. L. M.

1 The spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,
And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
Their Great Original proclaim.
The' unwearied sun, from day to day,
Doth his Creator's power display;
And publishes to every land
The works of an Almighty hand.

2 Soon as the evening shades prevail,

The moon takes up the wondrous tale,
And, nightly, to the listening earth,
Repeats the story of her birth :
While all the stars that round her burn,
And all the planets in their turn,
Confirm the tidings as they roll,
And spread the truth from pole to pole.

3 What though, in solemn silence, all

Move round the dark terrestrial ball ?
What though nor real voice nor sound,
Amid their radiant orbs be found ?
In reason's ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice,
For ever singing, as they shine,
“ The hand that made us is divine.”


The benefits of heavenly wisdom. c. M.

1 O HAPPY is the man who hears

Instruction's sacred voice;
And who celestial wisdom makes

His early, only choice :
2 For she has treasures greater far

Than East or West unfold; And her reward is more secure

Than is the gain of gold. 3 In her right hand she holds to view

A length of happy years; And in her left enduring wealth

And honour bright appears.
4 She guides the young with innocence

True pleasure's path to tread;
A crown of glory she bestows

Upon the hoary head.
5 And as her holy labours rise,

So her rewards increase ;
Her ways are ways of pleasantness,

And all her paths are peace.

101. An exhortation to praise God. Ps. 100. L. M. 1 BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne,

Ye nations, bow with sacred joy: Know that the Lord is God alone, He can create, and He destroy.

2 His sovereign power, without our aid, Made us of clay, and form'd us men; And when like wandering sheep we stray'd He brought us to His fold again. 3 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs,

High as the heavens our voices raise ; And earth with her ten thousand tongues,

Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise. 4 Wide as the world is thy command;

Vast as eternity thy love:
Firm as a rock thy truth shall stand,
When rolling years shall cease to move.

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1 All hail the great Emmanuel's name!

Ye angels! prostrate fall :
Bring forth the royal diadem,

And crown Him Lord of all.
2 Crown Him, ye martyrs of our God,

Who from His altar call ;
Extol the stem of Jesse's rod,

And crown Him Lord of all.
3 Ye saints, redeem'd of Adam's race,

From sin and Satan's thrall,
Hail Him who saves you by His grace,

And crown Him Lord of all.

4 Ye realms, of every tongue and name,

On this terrestrial ball,
In every language sound His fame,

And crown Him Lord of all. 5 Oh! that with heaven's rejoicing throng,

We at His feet may fall,
Join in the everlasting song,

And crown Him Lord of all!

103. Praise for salvation. (6. 8. & 2. 6.) 1 SALVATION! O the joyful sound !

Glad tidings to our ears ;
A sovereign balm for every wound,
A cordial to our fears.
Glory, honour, praise, and power,
Be unto the Lamb for ever!
Jesus Christ is our Redeemer :

Hallelujah! praise ye the Lord. 2 Salvation! Let the echo fly,

The spacious earth around : While all the armies of the sky Conspire to swell the sound,

Glory, honour, praise, and power, &c. 3 Salvation ! 0 Thou dying Lord !

To Thee the praise belongs:
In life, in death, still may that word
Dwell on our hearts and tongues.

Glory, honour, praise, and power, &c.

104 Christ the source of eternal life. John vi. 68.

c. M. I LORD, should we leave thine hallow'd feet,

To whom could we repair ?
Where else such holy comforts meet,

As spring eternal there?
2 Unmingled joys 'tis thine to give,

And undecaying peace:
For Thou canst teach us so to live,

That life shall never cease.
3 Thou only canst the cheering words

Of endless life supply ;
Anointed of the Lord of Lords,

The Son of God Most High.

105. For the restoration of the Jews, Ps. 85. L.M. 1 ARISE, O God! and let thy grace

Diffuse its beams on Jacob's race:
Restore the long-lost scatter'd band,

And call them to their native land.
2 How long shall Jacob's offspring prove

The sad suspension of thy love?
For ever shall thine anger burn?

Return, O God of Hosts, return. 3 In pity their backslidings heal,

Their trespass hide, their pardon seal;
Check in mid course thy dreadful ire,
And bid its kindling flames expire.

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