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a 6 Great God! how infinite art thou! What worthless worms are we!


g Let the whole race of creatures bow, And pay their praise to thee!

HYMN 68. C. M. Barby. St. Ann's. [*]
The humble Worship of God.
NATHER, I long, I faint to see



The place of thine abode ;

o I'd leave the earthly courts, and flee Up to thy seat my God!

-2 Here I behold thy distant face, And 'tis a pleasant sight;

o But, to abide in thine embrace,
Is infinite delight.

-3 I'd part with all the joys of sense,
To gaze upon thy throne;
Pleasure springs fresh for ever thence,
Unspeakable, unknown.

o 4 There all the heav'nly hosts are seen;
In shining ranks they move;
And drink immortal vigour in

With wonder and with love.

p 5 Then at thy feet, with awful fear,
Th' adoring armies fall:

With joy they shrink to nothing there,
Before th' eternal ALL.

6 [There would I vie with all the host,
In duty and in bliss:

While less than nothing—I could boast,
And vanity-confess.]

- The more thy glories strike mine eyes,
The humbler I shall lie ;

Thus, while I sink, my joys shall rise,

Unmeasurably high.

HYMN 69. C. M.

Christmas. [*]

The Faithfulness of God in the Promises.

• 1 [BEGIN, my tongue, some heav'nly theme,

And speak some boundless thing,— g The mighty works, or mightier Name-

Of our eternal King.

-2 Tell of his wondrous faithfulness,

And sound his pow'r abroad;


e Sing the sweet promise of his grace,
And the performing God.

o 3 Proclaim-Salvation from the Lord,
For wretched dying men ;


-His hand has writ the sacred word,
With an immortal pen.

g 4 Engrav'd, as in eternal brass,
The mighty promise shines;

Nor can the pow'rs of darkness raze
Those everlasting lines.

e 5 He who can dash whole worlds to death,
And make them when he please!-

• He speaks, and that almighty breath
Fulfils his great decrees.

6 (His very word of grace is strong,
As that which built the skies;
The voice that rolls the stars along
Speaks all the promises.

d 7 He said, Let the wide heav'n be spread,
And heav'n was stretch'd abroad;
Abra'am I'll be thy God, he said,

And he was Abra'am's God.)

e 8 Oh, might I hear thine heav'nly tongue
But whisper, Thou art mine!

-Those gentle words should raise my song
To notes almost divine.

• 9 How would my leaping heart rejoice,
And think my heav'n secure !

• I trust the all-creating voice,
And faith desires no more.]

HYMN 70. L. M. [*]

God's Dominion over the Sea. Psalm cvii, 23, &c.
OD of the seas, thy thund'ring voice

1 [G Makes all the roaring waves rejoice!

And one soft word of thy command

Can sink them silent in the sand.

2 If but a Moses waves his rod,
The sea divides and owns its God;
The stormy floods their Maker knew;
And let his chosen armies through.
3 The scaly shoals amidst the sea
To thee their Lord, a tribute pay;

The meanest fish that swims the flood,
Leaps up and means a praise to God.
4 The larger monsters of the deep
On thy commands attendance keep;
By thy permission, sport and play,
And cleave along their foaming way.
5 If God his voice of tempest rears,
Leviathan lies still, and fears:
Anon he lifts his nostrils high,
And spouts the ocean to the sky.
6 How is thy glorious pow'r ador'd,
Amidst these wat'ry nations, Lord;
Yet the bold men that trace the seas,-
Bold men refuse their Maker's praise.
7 What scenes of miracles they see,
And never tune a song to thee!
While on the flood they safely ride,
They curse the hand that smooths the tide !
8 Anon they plunge in wat'ry graves,
And some drink death among the waves:
Yet the surviving crew blaspheme,
Nor own the God that rescu'd them!

9 Oh, for some signal of thine hand!
Shake all the seas, Lord, shake the land ·
Great Judge! descend, lest men deny
That there's a God that rules the sky.]

From the 70th to the 108th Hymn, I hope the reader will forgive the neglect of rhyme, in the first and third lines of the Stanza.


HYMN 71. C. M. Devizes. [*]

Praise to God from all Creatures.

THE glories of my Maker, God,

My joyful voice shall sing;

And call the nations to adore

Their Former and their King.

2 'Twas his right hand that shap'd our clay,
And wrought this human frame;

But from his own immediate breath,
Our nobler spirits came.

3 We bring our mortal pow'rs to God,
And worship with our tongues;

We claim some kindred with the skies,
And join the angelic songs.

4 Let grovelling beasts of ev'ry shape,
And fowls of ev'ry wing,

And rocks, and trees, and fires, and seas.
Their various tribute bring.

5 Ye planets, to his honour shine,
And wheels of nature roll;

Praise him in your unwearied course,
Around the steady pole.

6 The brightness of our Maker's Name
The wide Creation fills;

And his unbounded grandeur flies,

Beyond the heav'nly hills.

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Sunday. [*]

Lord's Day: or, Resurrection of Christ.
LESS'D morning, whose young dawning rays
Beheld our rising God;

o 1


That saw him triumph o'er the dust,

And leave his last abode.

p 2 In the cold prison of a tomb,
The great Redeemer lay-

Till the revolving skies had brought
The third-th' appointed day.

d 3 Hell and the grave unite their force,
To hold our God in vain :

o The sleeping conqueror arose,


And burst their feeble chain.

e 4 To thy great Name, almighty Lord, These sacred hours we pay;

o And loud Hosannas shall proclaim The triumph of the day.

s 5 Salvation, and immortal praise,

To our victorious King;

Let heav'n and earth, and rocks and seas,
With glad Hosannas ring.


HYMN 73. C. M. Mear. [*]


Doubts scattered: Joys restored.

ENCE from my soul, sad tho'ts, be gone,
And leave me to my joys;

. My tongue shall triumph in my God,

And make a joyful noise.

p 2 Darkness and doubts had veil'd my mind,
And drown'd my head in tears;
-'Till sov'reign grace, with shining rays,
Dispell'd my gloomy fears.

o 3 Oh, what immortal joys I felt,
And raptures all divine,—
When Jesus told me I was his,
And my Beloved mine!

-4 In vain the tempter frights my soul,
And breaks my peace in vain ;



One glimpse, dear Saviour, of thy face
Revives my joys again.

HYMN 74. S. M.

Guilford. [b]
Ingratitude to Divine Goodness.
S this the kind return!

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Are these the thanks we owe!

Thus to abuse eternal Love,

Whence all our blessings flow!

2 To what a stubborn frame

Has sin reduc'd our mind!

What strange rebellious wretches we,
And God as strangely kind!

3 (On us he bids the sun
Shed his reviving rays;

For us the skies their circles run,
To lengthen out our days.)

4 The brutes obey their God,

And bow their necks to men;
But we, more base, more brutish things,
Reject his easy reign.

d 5 Turn, turn us, mighty God,
And mould our souls afresh ;
Break, sov'reign grace, these hearts of stone,
And give us hearts of flesh.

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6 Let past ingratitude

Provoke our weeping eyes;

-And hourly, as new mercies fall,

Let hourly thanks arise.

HYMN 75. C. M. St. Ann's. [*]
The beatific Vision of Christ.

1 [ROM thee, my God, my joys shall rise,

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