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Let angels, with immortal skill,
Improve the harmony ; -
The blest Creator sing,
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 ;
Approve the song, and join the praise. 2 To God I cried, when troubles rose ;
He heard me, and subdued my foes ;
And strength diffused through all my soul.
And keep my dying faith alive.
I'll sing the wonders of thy word;
So much thy power and glory show. 121. C. P. M.
And praise th’ almighty name ;
To swell th' inspiring theme.
2 Thou heaven of heavens, his vast abode,
Ye thunders, speak his power ;
Th' astonished worlds adore.
Praise Him who bids you roll;
And breathe it to the soul.
Harmonious anthems raise
And tuned your voice to praise.
His breath in praise employ,
In songs of holy joy. 122.
Ye people of his choice ;
With heart, and soul, and voice.
From his own altar brought,
And wing to heaven our thought !
3 God is our strength and song,
And his salvation ours;
With all our ransomed powers.
The Lord your God adore ;
Henceforth, for evermore.
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,
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.
Full royally he rode,
Came flying all abroad.
Their fury to restrain ;
For evermore shall reign. 125.
ANONYMOUS. Goodness of God seen in his Works. 1 HAIL, great Creator, wise and good ;
To thee our songs we raise ;
Invites us to thy praise.
Fresh wonders strike our view ;
With transports ever new.
Which gilds the gloom of night,
With rays of cheerful light.
With countless beauties shine ;
Proclaim thy power divine.
Our serious hours engage ;
Thy works' instructive page.
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.
WARDLAW. Praise to God. 1 LIFT up to God the voice of praise,
Whose breath our souls inspired ;
With grateful ardor fired.
Whose goodness, passing thought,
With benefits unsought.
From whom salvation flows,
From sin and all its woes.
For hope's transporting ray,
To realms of endless day. 127. C. M. 6 L.
Above that dome of sky,
Thy dwelling is on high ;
That thou, my God, art nigh.
Through the wide fields of air ;
Yet still thou art not there :
Who yet is everywhere?