REAT God of wonders! all Thy ways
Are matchless, God-like, and divine;
But the fair glories of Thy grace
More God-like and unrivall'd shine:
Who is a pardoning God like Thee?
Or who has grace so rich and free?
2 Crimes of such horror to forgive,
Such guilty, daring worms to spare;
This is Thy grand prerogative,
And none shall in the honour share:
Who is a pardoning God like Thee?
Or who has grace so rich and free?
3 In wonder lost, with trembling joy
We take the pardon of our God;
Pardon for crimes of deepest dye;
A pardon bought with Jesus' blood;
Who is a pardoning God like Thee?
Or who has grace so rich and free?
may
this strange, this matchless
This God-like miracle of love,
Fill the wide earth with grateful praise,
And all th' angelic choirs above;
Who is a pardoning God like Thee?
Or who has grace so rich and free?
President Davies, 1769
He is worthy to be praised.
ONGS of praise the angels sang,
Heaven with hallelujahs rang,
When Jehovah's work begun,
When He spake, and it was done.
2 Songs of praise awoke the morn,
When the Prince of Peace was born:
Songs of praise arose, when He
Captive led captivity.
3 Heaven and earth must pass away;
Songs of praise shall crown that day:
God will make new heavens and earth;
Songs of praise shall hail their birth.
4 And shall man alone be dumb
Till that glorious kingdom come?
No;-the church delights to raise
Psalms and hymns, and songs of praise
5 Saints below, with heart and voice,
Still in songs of praise rejoice;
Learning here, by faith and love,
Songs of praise to sing above.
6 Borne upon their latest breath,
Songs of praise shall conquer death;
Then, amidst eternal joy,
Songs of praise their powers employ.
James Montgomery, 1819.
204 "Thou hast created all things."
RAISE to Thee, Thou great Creator!
Praise be Thine from every tongue;
Join, my soul, with every creature
Join the universal song.
2 Father! Source of all compassion!
Pure, unbounded grace is Thine:
Hail the God of our salvation!
Praise Him for His love divine.
3 For ten thousand blessings given,
For the hope of future joy,
Sound His praise through earth and heaven,
Sound Jehovah's praise on high.
4 Joyfully on earth adore Him,
Till in heaven our song we raise; There, enraptured fall before Him, Lost in wonder, love, and praise.
John Fawcett, 1782, a.
"He that built all things is God." C. M.
SING the almighty power of God
That made the mountains rise;
That spread the flowing seas abroad,
And built the lofty skies.
2 I sing the wisdom that ordain'd
The sun to rule the day;
The moon shines full at His command,
And all the stars obey.
3 I sing the goodness of the Lord,
That fill'd the earth with food;
He form'd the creatures with His word,
And then pronounced them good.
4 There's not a plant or flower below,
But makes Thy glories known;
And clouds arise, and tempests blow,
By order from Thy throne.
5 Creatures, as numerous as they be,
Are subject to Thy care;
There's not a place where we can flee
But God is present there.
6 In heaven He shines with beams of love,
With wrath in hell beneath;
"Tis on His earth I stand or move,
And 'tis His air I breathe.
7 His hand is my perpetual guard, He guides me with His eye:
Why should I then forget the Lord,
Who is for ever nigh?
Creating and Creating New.
ET them neglect Thy glory, Lord,
Who never knew Thy grace;
But our loud songs shall still record
The wonders of Thy praise.
2 We raise our shouts, O God, to Thee,
And send them to Thy throne;
All glory to the united Three,
The undivided One.
3 'Twas He, and we'll adore His name,
That form'd us by a word;
'Tis He restores our ruin'd frame:
Salvation to the Lord!
4 Hosanna! let the earth and skies Repeat the joyful sound;
Rocks, hills, and vales reflect the voice
In one eternal round.
Divine Predestination.
EEP silence, all created things,
And wait your Maker's nod;
My soul stands trembling while she sings
The honours of her God.
2 Life, death, and hell, and worlds unknown, Hang on His firm decree :
He sits on no precarious throne,
Nor borrows leave to be.
3 Chain'd to His throne a volume lies,
With all the fates of men,
With every angel's form and size
Drawn by th' eternal pen.
4 His providence unfolds the book,
And makes His counsels shine;
Each opening leaf, and every stroke
Fulfils some deep design.
5 Here He exalts neglected worms
To sceptres and a crown;
Anon the following page he turns,
And treads the monarch down.
6 Not Gabriel asks the reason why,
Nor God the reason gives;
Nor dares the favourite angel pry
Between the folded leaves.
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