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The Creator praised by his Works.

HYMN 188. L.M.
Man under special Obligations to praise God.
THERE seems a voice in every gale,

A tongue in every opening flower;
Which tells, O Lord, the wondrous tale

Of thy indulgence, love, and power. 2 The birds that rise on quivering wing,

Appear to hymn their Maker's praise ;
And all the mingling sounds of spring

To thee a general chorus raise.
3 And shall my voice, great God, alone

Be mute, 'midst nature's loud acclaim ?
No! let my heart, with answering tone,

Breathe forth in praise thy holy name. 4 And nature's debt is small to mine:

Thou bad'st her being bounded be; But, matchless proof of love divine,

Thou gav'st immortal life to me.
5 The Saviour left his heavenly throne,

A ransom for my soul to give;
Man's suffering state he made his own,

And stoop'd to die, that I might live. 6 Due thanks and praise for love so great,

No mortal tongue can e'er express;
Then let me, bow'd before thy feet,
In silence love thee, Lord, and bless.
HYMN 189. 4-8's & 2-6's.

The Creator praised by his Works.
BEGIN, my soul, th' exalted lay,
Let each enraptured thought obey,

And praise th' Almighty's name:
Lo! heaven, and earth, and seas, and skies,
In one melodious concert rise,

To swell th' inspiring theme.
2 Ye angels, catch the joyful sound,

While all th' adoring throngs around,

The Divine Sovereignty.

His wondrous mercy sing :
Let every listening saint above,
Wake all the tuneful soul of love,

And touch the sweetest string.
8 Thou heaven of heavens, his vast abode,
Ye clouds, proclaim your forming God;

Ye thunders, speak his power:
Lol on the lightning's gleamy wing,
In triumph walks the eternal King:

The astonish'd worlds adore.
4 Ye deeps, with roaring billows rise,
To join the thunders of the skies ;

Praise him who bids you roll:
His praise in softer notes declare,
Each whispering breeze of yielding air,

And breathe it to the soul.
5 Wake, all ye soaring throngs, and sing:
Ye cheerful warblers of the spring,

Harmonious anthems raise :
To Him who shaped your finer mould,
Who tipt your glittering wings with gold,

And tuned your voice to praise.
6 Let man, by nobler passions sway'd,
The feeling heart, the judging head,

In heavenly praise employ: Spread the Creator's name around, Till heaven's broad arch ring back the sound, The general burst of joy.

OGILVIE.

SECTION II.
PRAISE: TO THE FATHER.

HYMN 190. L.M.

The Divine Sovereignty. FATHER of all, whose powerful voice

Call'd forth this universal frame; Whose mercies over all rejoice,

Through endless ages still the same.

The God of Abraham.

2 Thou, by thy word, upholdest all ;

Thy bounteous love to all is show'd : Thou hear'st thy every creature's call,

And fillest every mouth with good. 3 In heaven thou reign'st, enthroned in light,

Nature's expanse beneath thee spread : Earth, air, and sea, before thy sight,

And hell's deep gloom are open laid. 4 Wisdom, and might, and love, are thinc;

Prostrate before thy face we fall; Confess thy attributes divine,

And hail thee sovereign Lord of all. 5 Thee, sovereign Lord, let all confess,

That move in earth, or air, or sky; Revere thy power, thy goodness bless,

Tremble before thy piercing eye. 6 All ye who owe to him your birth,

In praise your every hour employ:
Jehovah reigns! be glad, O earth;
And shout, ye morning stars, for joy.

J. WESLEY.
HYMN 191. P.M.

The God of Abraham.
THE God of Abraham praise,

Who reigns enthroned above;
Ancient of everlasting days,

And God of love!
Jehovah, Great I AM!
By earth and heaven confess'd:
I bow and bless the sacred name,

For ever bless'd.
2 The God of Abraham praise,

At whose supreme command,
From earth I rise, and seek the joys

At his right hand :
I'd all on earth forsake,

Its wisdom, fame, and power;
And him my only portion make,

My shield and tower.

Deity and Incarnation of Christ.

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He calls a wo ways:

The God of Abraham praise,
Whose all-sufficient grace,
Shall guide me all my happy days,

In all his ways:
He calls a worm his friend;

He calls himself my God;
And he shall save me to the end,

Through Jesu's blood.
He by himself has sworn;

I on his oath depend;
I shall, on eagles' wings upborne,

To heaven ascend :
I shall behold his face ;

I shall his power adore;
And sing the wonders of his grace,
For evermore.

OLIVER.

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SECTION III.
PRAISE: TO THE SON.

HYMN 192. 2-6's & 4-7's.
Deity and Incarnation of Christ.
ARISE, my soul, arise:

Thy Saviour's sacrifice
All the names that love could find,
All the forms that love could take,
Jesus in himself has join'd,

Thee, my soul, his own to make. 2 Hail! everlasting Lord,

Divine, Incarnate Word!
Thee, let all my powers confess;
Thee, my latest breath proclaim ;
Help, ye angel choirs, to bless,

Shout the loved Immanuel's name. 3 High above every name,

Jesus, the Great I AM !
Bow to Jesus every knee,
Things in heaven, and earth, and hell;
Saints adore him, demons flee,
Fiends, and men, and angels feel.

Exultation in Divine Friendship.

He left his throne above,

Emptied of all but love;
Whom the heavens cannot contain,
God vouchsafed a worm t'appear,
Lord of Glory, Son of Man,

Poor, and vile, and abject here.
8 Hail! Galilean King,

Thy humble state I sing!
Never shall my triumphs end :
Hail, derided Majesty!
Jesus, hail! the sinner's Friend.
Friend of Publicans and me.

C. WESLEY.
HYMN 193. L.M.

Christ the Creator.
Let all that breathe, Jehovah praise,

Almighty, all-creating Lord;
Let earth and heaven his power confess,

Brought out of nothing by his word. 2 He spake the word, and it was done :

The universe his word obey'd ;
His Word is his eternal Son ;

And Christ the whole creation made. 3 Jesus, the Lord and God most high,

Maker of all mankind and me:
Me thou hast made to glorify,
To know, and love, and live to thee.

C. WESLEY.
Hymn 194. 8-8's.
Exultation in Divine Friendship.
THIS, this is the God we adore :

Our faithful unchangeable Friend; Whose love is as great as his power,

And neither knows measure nor end: ". "Tis Jesus, the First and the Last,

Whose Spirit shall guide us safe homo: We'll praise him for all that is pass'd, And trust him for all that's to come.

BART.

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