And offer notes divine

To your Creator's praise. Ye holy throng

In worlds of light
Of angels bright, Begin the song.
2 The shining worlds above

In glorious order stand,
Or in swift courses move

By his supreme command.
He spake the word, From nothing came
And all their frame To praise the Lord.
3 Let all the nations fear

The God that rules above;
He brings his people near,

And makes them taste his love: While earth and sky His saints shall raise Attempt his praise, His honours high. 148. FOURTH PART. 8's & 7'S. DUBLIN C. 1 PRAISE the Lord ! ye heavens, adore him;

Praise him, angels in the height;
Sun and moon, rejoice before him;

Praise him, all ye stars of light!
2 Praise the Lord, for he hath spoken;

Worlds his mighty voice obeyed ;
Laws which never can be broken,

For their guidance he hath made. 3 Praise the Lord, for he is glorious;

Never shall his promise fail;
God hath made his saints victorious,

Sin and death shall not prevail. 4 Praise the God of our salvation,

Hosts on high his power proclaim;
Heaven and earth, and all creation,

Praise and magnify his name! 149.

C. M. WATTS.
1 ALL ye that love the Lord, rejoice,

And let your songs be new;
Amidst the church, with cheerful voice,

His later wonders show.
2 The Jews, the people of his grace,

Shall their Redeemer sing;
And Gentile nations join the praise,

While Zion owns her King.

3 The Lord takes pleasure in the just,

Whom sinners treat with scorn;
The meek, who lie despised in dust,

Salvation shall adorn.
4 Saints shall be joyful in their King,

E'en on a dying bed :
And like the souls in glory sing,

For God shall raise the dead. 5 When Christ his judgment-seat ascends,

And bids the world appear, Thrones are prepared for all his friends,

Who humbly loved him here. 150.

7's. MERRICK.
1 PRAISE-oh praise the name divine,

Praise him at the hallowed shrine;
Let the firmament on high

To its Maker's praise reply. 2 All who vital breath enjoy,

In his praise that breath employ;
Heaven and earth the chorús join;
Praise- oh praise the name divine.

HYMNS.

FOR PUBLIC WORSHIP.

THE EXISTENCE AND ATTRIBUTES OF GOD. 1.

L. M. STEELE. Eristence of God manifested from his Works. 1 THERE is a God-all nature speaks,

Through earth, and air, and sea, and skies; See, from the clouds his glory breaks,

When earliest beams of morning rise. 2 The rising sun, serenely bright,

Throughout the world's extended frame, Inscribes, in characters of light,

His mighty Maker's glorious name. 3 Ye curious minds, who roam abroad,

And trace creation's wonders o'er, Confess the footsteps of your God ;

Bow down before him and adore. 2.

C. P. M. SMART.

The Great I AM. 1 WE sing of God, the mighty source Of all things, the stupendous force

On which all things depend ; From whose right arm, beneath whose eyes, All period, power, and enterprise

Commence, and reign, and end. 2 The world, the clustering spheres he made, The glorious light, the soothing shade;

Dale, plain, and grove and hill;
The multitudinous abyss,
Where nature joys in secret bliss,

And wisdom hides her skill.
Tell them, I AM, Jehovah said
To Moses, while earth heard in dread,

And smitten to the heart,
At once above, beneath, around,
All nature, without voice or sound,

Replied, O Lord, THOU ART. 3.

L. M. · KIPPIS.

God Incomprehensible. 1 GREAT God! in vain man's narrow view

Attempts to look thy nature through;
Our labouring powers with reverence own,

Thy glories never can be known.
2 Not the high seraph's mighty thought,

Who countless years his God has sought,
Such wondrous height or depth can find,
· Or fully trace thy boundless mind.
3 And yet thy kindness deigns to show

Enough for mortal minds to know;
While wisdom, goodness, power divine,

Through all thy works and conduct shine. 40! may our souls with rapture trace

Thy works of nature and of grace;
Explore thy sacred truth, and still

Press on to know and do thy will. 4.

L. M. WATTS.

God the Creator.
1 NATURE, with all her powers, shall sing

Her great Creator and her King :
Nor air, nor earth, nor skies, nor seas

Deny the tribute of their praise.
2 Ye seraphs, who'sit near his throne,

Begin to make his glories known,
Tune high your harps, and spread the sound

Throughout creation's utmost bound. 3 Oh! may our ardent zeal employ

Our loftiest thoughts, and loudest songs;
Let there be sung, with warmest joy,

Hosanna from ten thousand tongues. 4 Yet, mighty God, our feeble frame

Attempts in vain to reach thy name:
The highest notes that angels raise,
Fall far below thy glorious praise.