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Let angels, with immortal skill,

Improve the harmony ; -
6 While we, with sacred rapture fired,

The blest Creator sing,
And chant our consecrated lays

To heaven's eternal King. 120. L. M.

WATTS. Praise for Divine Protection. 1 WITH all my powers 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 through all my soul.
3 Amid a thousand snares I stand,
Upheld and guarded by thy hand;
Thy words my fainting soul revive,

And keep my dying faith alive.
4 I'll sing thy truth and mercy, Lord;

I'll sing the wonders of thy word;
Not all thy works and names below

So much thy power and glory show. 121. C. P. M.

Praise from all Creatures.
1 BEGIN, my soul, th' exalted lay ;
Let each enraptured thought obey,

And praise th’ almighty name ;
Lo! heaven, and earth, and seas, and skies,
In one melodious concert rise,

To swell th' inspiring theme.

2 Thou heaven of heavens, his vast abode,
Ye clouds, proclaim your Maker, God;

Ye thunders, speak his power ;
Lo ! on the lightning's fiery wing,
In triumph rides th' Eternal King;

Th' astonished worlds adore.
3 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.
4 Wake, all ye soaring tribes, and sing ;
Ye feathered warblers of the spring,

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

And tuned your voice to praise.
5 Let man— by nobler passions swayed,
Let man — in God's own image made —

His breath in praise employ,
Spread wide his Maker's name around,
Till heaven shall echo back the sound,

In songs of holy joy. 122.

S. M.

Exhortation to Praise.
1 ARISE, and bless the Lord,

Ye people of his choice ;
Arise, and bless the Lord your God,

With heart, and soul, and voice.
2 O, for the living flame

From his own altar brought,
To touch our lips, our souls inspire,

And wing to heaven our thought !

3 God is our strength and song,

And his salvation ours;
Then be his love in Christ proclaimed

With all our ransomed powers.
4 Arise, and bless the Lord ;

The Lord your God adore ;
Arise and bless his glorious name,

Henceforth, for evermore.
L. M.

BOWRING. Perpetual Praise. 1 WHEN, wakened by thy voice of power,

The hour of morning beams in light, My voice shall sing that morning hour,

And thee, who mad'st that hour so bright. 2 The morning strengthens into noon ;

Earth's fairest beauties shine more fair ; And noon and morning shall attune

My grateful heart to praise and prayer. 3 When 'neath the evening western gate

The sun's retiring rays are hid, My joy shall be to meditate,

E'en as the pious patriarch did. 4 As twilight wears a darker hue,

And gathering night creation dims,
The twilight and the midnight, too,

Shall have their harmonies and hymns. 5 So shall sweet thoughts, and thoughts sublime,

My constant inspirations be ; And every shifting scene of time

Reflect, my God, a light from thee. 124. C. M.

STERNHOLD. Majesty of God. 1 THE Lord descended from above,

And bowed the heavens most high,


And underneath his feet he cast

The darkness of the sky.
2 On cherubim and seraphim

Full royally he rode,
And on the wings of mighty winds

Came flying all abroad.
3 He sat serene upon the floods,

Their fury to restrain ;
And he, as sovereign Lord and King,

For evermore shall reign. 125.

C. M.

ANONYMOUS. Goodness of God seen in his Works. 1 HAIL, great Creator, wise and good ;

To thee our songs we raise ;
Nature, through all her various scenes,

Invites us to thy praise.
2 At morning, noon, and evening mild,

Fresh wonders strike our view ;
And, while we gaze, our hearts exult,

With transports ever new.
3 Thy glory beams in every star

Which gilds the gloom of night,
And decks the smiling face of morn

With rays of cheerful light.
4 The lofty hill, the humble lawn,

With countless beauties shine ;
The silent grove, the solemn shade,

Proclaim thy power divine.
5 Great nature's God, still may these scenes

Our serious hours engage ;
Still may our grateful hearts consult

Thy works' instructive page.
6 And while, in all thy wondrous ways,

Thy varied love we see.

The lofty of cheong face copight,

0, may our hearts, great God, be led,

Through all thy works, to thee. 126.

C. M.

WARDLAW. Praise to God. 1 LIFT up to God the voice of praise,

Whose breath our souls inspired ;
Loud, and more loud, the anthems raise,

With grateful ardor fired.
2 Lift up to God the voice of praise,

Whose goodness, passing thought,
Loads every moment, as it flies,

With benefits unsought.
3 Lift up to God the voice of praise,

From whom salvation flows,
Who sent his Son our souls to save

From sin and all its woes.
4 Lift up to God the voice of praise,

For hope's transporting ray,
Which lights, through darkest shades of death,

To realms of endless day. 127. C. M. 6 L.

On the Sea-shore.
I BEYOND, beyond that boundless sea,

Above that dome of sky,
Farther than thought itself can flee,

Thy dwelling is on high ;
Yet dear the awful thought to me,

That thou, my God, art nigh.
2 We hear thy voice when thunders roll

Through the wide fields of air ;
The waves obey thy dread control ;

Yet still thou art not there :
Where shall I find Him, O my soul,

Who yet is everywhere?

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