4 "Lord, thy glory fills the heaven;
Earth is with its fulness stored;
Unto thee be glory given,
Holy, holy, holy Lord!

Thus thy glorious name confessing,
We adopt thy angels' cry,
'Holy, holy, holy,' blessing

Thee, the Lord of hosts most high!"

112.

L. M.

MRS. OPIE.

Praise of God peculiarly due from Man.
1 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 soaring wing

Appear to hymn their Maker's praise,
And all the mingling sounds of spring
To thee a general pæan 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.

1 LET all the earth their voices raise,

To sing a lofty psalm of praise,

And bless the great Jehovah's name ;
His glory let the heathen know,
His wonders to the nations show,
And all his works of grace proclaim.

WATTS

2 He framed the globe, he spread the sky,
And all the shining worlds on high;
He reigns complete in glory there :
His beams are majesty and light,
His glories how divinely bright!
His temple how divinely fair!

3 Let heaven be glad, let earth rejoice,
Let ocean lift its roaring voice,
Proclaiming loud, "Jehovah reigns!"
For joy let fertile valleys sing,
And tuneful groves their tribute bring

To Him whose power the world sustains. 4 Come the great day, the glorious hour, When earth shall own his sovereign power, And barbarous nations fear his name; Then shall the universe confess

The beauty of his holiness,

And in his courts his grace proclaim.

114.

L. M.

Song of Adoration.

1 LET one loud song of praise arise

RoscoE.

To God, whose goodness ceaseless flows,
Who dwells enthroned above the skies,
And life and breath on all bestows.

2 Let all of good this bosom fires

To him, sole good, give praises due;
Let all the truth himself inspires
Unite to sing him only true.

3 In ardent adoration joined,
Obedient to thy holy will,
Let all our faculties, combined,
Thy just commands, O God, fulfil.
4 O, may the solemn-breathing sound
Like incense rise before thy throne,

Where thou, whose glory knows no bound,
Great Cause of all things, dwell'st alone!

Majesty and Dominion of God.

BLACKLOCK.

1 COME, O my soul, in sacred lays
Attempt thy great Creator's praise :
But, O, what tongue can speak his fame ?
What verse can reach the lofty 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, through 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.

Praise for Mercies.

1 O, BLESS the Lord, my soul;
His grace to thee proclaim;
And all that is within me, join
To bless his holy name.

2 O, bless the Lord, my soul;
His mercies bear in mind;
Forget not all his benefits;
The Lord to thee is kind.
3 He will not always chide;
He will with patience wait;
His wrath is ever slow to rise,
And ready to abate.

MONTGOMERY.

4 The Lord forgives thy sins,
Prolongs thy feeble breath;
He healeth thine infirmities,

And ransoms thee from death.
5 He clothes thee with his love,
Upholds thee with his truth,
And like the eagle he renews
The vigor of thy youth.

6 Then bless his holy name

Whose grace hath made thee whole,
Whose loving-kindness crowns thy days;
O, bless the Lord, my soul.

1 THOU who dwell'st enthroned above!
Thou, in whom we live and move!
Thou who art most great, most high!
God from all eternity!

2 O, how sweet, how excellent

'T is when tongues and hearts consent, Grateful hearts, and joyful tongues, Hymning thee in tuneful songs! 3 When the morning paints the skies, When the stars of evening rise, We thy praises will record, Sovereign Ruler, mighty Lord!

4 Decks the spring with flowers the field? Harvest rich doth autumn yield?

Giver of all good below!

Lord, from thee these blessings flow.

5 Sovereign Ruler! mighty Lord!
We thy praises will record;
Giver of these blessings! we
Pour the grateful song to thee.

SANDYS.

118.

11 & 8s. M. CHURCH PSALMODY.

The Lord is Great.

1 THE Lord is great; ye hosts of heaven, adore him, And ye who tread this earthly ball; In holy songs rejoice aloud before him,

And shout his praise who made you all. 2 The Lord is great; his majesty how glorious! Resound his praise from shore to shore; O'er sin, and death, and hell, now made victorious, He rules and reigns for evermore.

3 The Lord is great; his mercy how abounding! Ye angels, strike your golden chords;

O, praise our God, with voice and harp resounding, The King of kings and Lord of lords.

119.

C. M.

Praise from all Nature.

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

2 Ye curling fountains, as ye roll
Your silver waves along,
Repeat to all your verdant shores
The subject of the song.

3 Bear it, ye breezes, on your wings
To distant climes away,
And round the wide-extended world
The lofty theme convey.

4 Take up the burden of his name,
Ye clouds, as ye arise,

To deck with gold the opening morn,
Or shade the evening skies.

5 Long let it warble round the spheres,
And echo through the sky;

ROWE.