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GRANGER. C. M. Maestoso.

FLORENCE E. TUTTLE.

1 The offerings to thy throne which rise,
Of mingled praise and prayer,
Are but a worthless sacrifice
Unless the heart is there.

2 Upon thine all-discerning ear
Let no vain words intrude;
No tribute but the vow sincere -
The tribute of the good.

3 My offerings will indeed be blest,
If sanctified by thee-

If thy pure spirit touch my breast
With its own purity.

4 O, may that spirit warm my heart
To piety and love,

And to life's lowly vale impart
Some rays from heaven above.

BOWRING.

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1 O Father, though the anxious fear
May cloud to-morrow's way,
No fear nor doubt shall enter here;
All shall be thine to-day.

2 We will not bring divided hearts
To worship at thy shrine;
But each unworthy thought departs,
And leaves this temple thine.

3 Then sleep to-day, tormenting cares, Of earth and folly born;

Ye shall not dim the light that streams
From this celestial morn.

4 Sleep, sleep for ever, guilty thoughts;
Let fires of vengeance die;
And, purged from sin, may I behold
A God of purity!

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BARBAULD.

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J. RANDALL.

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1 My soul shall praise thee, O my God, Through all my mortal days,

And in eternity prolong

|: Thy vast, thy boundless praise. :||

2 When anxious grief and gloomy care Afflict my throbbing breast,

My tongue shall learn to speak thy praise, ||: And lull each pain to rest. :||

3 Nor shall my tongue alone proclaim The honors of my God;

My life with all its active powers, ||: Shall spread thy praise abroad. :|| 78

1 Come, let us lift our joyful eyes
Up to the courts above,

And smile to see our Father there
: Upon a throne of love. :||

2 Come, let us bow before his feet,
And venture near the Lord;
No fiery cherub guards his seat,
|: Nor double-flaming sword. :||

3 The peaceful gates of heavenly bliss
Are opened by the Son;

High let us raise our notes of praise,
|: And reach th' almighty throne. :||

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I. WATTS.

1 Begin the high, celestial strain, My raptured soul, and sing A sacred hymn of grateful praise : To heaven's almighty King. :||

1 Praise ye the Lord; on every height Songs to his glory raise;

Ye angel hosts, ye stars of night, : Join in immortal praise. :||

2 O, fire and vapor, hail and snow,
Ye servants of his will!

O, stormy winds, that only blow,
His mandates to fulfill! :||

3 Judges of nations; kings, whose hand
Waves the proud sceptre high;
O, youths and virgins of the land!
||: O, age and infancy!— :||

4 Praise ye his name, to whom alone All homage should be given; Whose glory, from th' eternal throne, |: Spreads wide o'er earth and heaven. :||

1. When all

J. COLE.

1 When all thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view, I'm lost
In wonder, love, and praise.

2 O, how can words with equal warmth
The gratitude declare,

That glows within my ravished heart?—
But thou canst read it there.

3 To all my weak complaints and cries
Thy mercy lent an ear,
Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learned
To form themselves in prayer.

4 Thro' hidden dangers, toils, and deaths,
It gently cleared my way;
And through the pleasing snares of vice,
More to be feared than they.

5 Through all eternity to thee
A grateful song I'll raise;
But, O, eternity's too short
To utter all thy praise!

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J. ADDISON.

1 How did my heart rejoice to hear My friends devoutly say, "In Zion let us all appear, And keep the solemn day."

2 I love her gates, I love the road; The Church, adorned with grace, Stands like a palace, built for God, To show his milder face.

1 Let every tongue thy goodness speak, Thou sovereign Lord of all;

2.

Thy strength'ning hands uphold the weak
And raise the poor that fall.

When sorrows bow the spirit down,

When virtue lies distressed

Beneath the proud oppressor's frown,
Thou giv'st the mourner rest.

3 Thou know'st the pains thy servants feel
Thou hear'st thy children's cry ;
And their best wishes to fulfill,
Thy grace is ever nigh.

4 Thy mercy never shall remove
From men of heart sincere :

Thou sav'st the souls whose humble love
Is joined with holy fear.

5 My lips shall dwell upon thy praise,

And spread thy fame abroad;

Let all the sons of Adam raise
The honors of their God.

1 Ye nations round the earth, rejoice Before the Lord, your sovereign King! Serve him with cheerful heart and voice; With all your tongues his glory sing.

2 The Lord is God; 't is he alone

Doth life, and breath, and being give; We are his work, and not our ownThe sheep that on his pastures live. 3 Enter his gates with songs of joy,

With praises to his courts repair; And make it your divine employ To pay your thanks and honors there. 85

I. WATTS.

1 Come, O my soul! in sacred lays
Attempt thy great Creator's praise :
But, O, what tongue can speak his fame?
What mortal verse can reach the theme?

2 Enthroned amid the radiant spheres,
He glory like a garment wears;
To form a robe of light divine,
Ten thousand suns around him shine.

3 In all our Maker's grand designs,
Almighty power with wisdom shines;
His works, thro' all this wondrous frame,
Declare the glory of his name.

4 Raised on devotion's lofty wing,

Do thou, my soul, his glories sing;
And let his praise employ thy tongue,
Till listening worlds shall join the song!

T. BLACKLOCK.

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1 With all my pow'rs of heart and tongue,,
I'll praise my Maker in my song;
Angels shall hear the notes I raise,
Approve the song, and join the praise.

2 To God I cried, when troubles rose;
He heard me, and subdued my foes;
He did my rising fears control,
And strength diffused thro' all my soul..
3 Grace will complete what grace begins,
To save from sorrow or from sins;
The work that wisdom undertakes,
Eternal mercy ne'er forsakes.

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1 Command thy blessing from above,
O God, on all assembled here!
Behold us with a Father's love,
While we look up with filial fear.

2 Command thy blessing, Jesus, Lord;
May we thy true disciples be;
Speak to each heart the mighty word,
Say to the weakest, "Follow me."

3 O thou, our Maker, Saviour, Guide, Our gracious God, by us confessed; May naught in life or death divide

The saints in thy communion blessed. 4 With thee, and these, forever bound, May all who here in prayer unite, With harps and songs thy throne surround,. Rest in thy love, and reign in light. J. MONTGOMERY.

3 O thou to whom, in ancient time,
The holy prophet's harp was strung,
To thee at last in every clime,
Shall temples rise and praise be sung.
J. PIERPONT.

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1 Awake, my tongue; thy tribute bring
To him who gave thee power to sing;
Praise him who has all praise above,
The source of wisdom and of love.

2 How vast his knowledge! how profound!
A depth where all our tho'ts are drowned!
The stars he numbers, and their names
He gives to all those heavenly flames.
3 Through each bright world above, behold
Ten thousand thousand charms unfold;
Earth, air, and mighty seas, combine
To speak his wisdom all divine.

4 But in redemption, O, what grace!
Its wonders, O, what thought can trace!
Here wisdom shines forever bright;
Praise him, my soul, with sweet delight.