Adapted by Lowell Mason. (1792-1872.) 1825.

2 My thoughts, before they are my own,
Are to my God distinctly known;
He knows the words I mean to speak,
Ere from my opening lips they break.
3 Within Thy circling power I stand;
On every side I find Thy hand:
Awake, asleep, at home, abroad,
I am surrounded still with God.

4 Amazing knowledge, vast and great,
What large extent, what lofty height:
My soul, with all the powers I boast,
Is in the boundless prospect lost.

5 O may these thoughts possess my breast,
Where'er I rove, where'er I rest,
Nor let my weaker passions dare
Consent to sin, for God is there.

O fear His power, His goodness own,
And love Him, trust Him, to the end.
Who lean on Him, from strength to strength,

From light to light, shall onward move, Till through the grave they pass at length, To sing on high His saving love.

1 BLESS, O my soul, the living God,
Call home thy thoughts that rove abroad;
Let all the powers within me join
In work and worship so divine.

2 Bless, O my soul, the God of grace;
His favors claim thy highest praise:
Why should the wonders He hath wrought
Be lost in silence and forgot?

3 'Tis He, my soul, that sent His Son
To die for crimes which thou hast done;
He owns the ransom, and forgives
The hourly follies of our lives.

4 Let the whole earth His power confess;
Let the whole earth adore His grace:
The Gentile with the Jew shall join
In work and worship so divine.

Rev. Isaac Watts. 1719. ab.

DOXOLOGY.

PRAISE God, from whom all blessings flow; Praise Him, all creatures here below; Praise Him above, ye heavenly host; Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

Bp. Thomas Ken (1637-1711.) 1607

BROWNELL. L. M. 61.

Arr. from Francis Joseph Haydn. (1732-809.)

shepherd's care;

2 When in the sultry glebe I faint,
Or on the thirsty mountain pant,
To fertile vales, and dewy meads,
My weary, wandering steps He leads,
Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow,
Amid the verdant landscape flow.

3 Though in the paths of death I tread,
With gloomy horrors overspread,
My steadfast heart shall fear no ill,
For Thou, O Lord, art with me still:
Thy friendly crook shall give me aid,
And guide me through the dreadful shade.
4 Though in a bare and rugged way,

Through devious, lonely wilds I stray,
Thy bounty shall my pains beguile:
The barren wilderness shall smile,

With sudden greens and herbage crowned,

And streams shall murmur all around.
Joseph Addison. (1672-1719.) 1712.

O Sun of righteousness divine,
On me with beams of mercy shine:
Chase the dark clouds of guilt away,
And turn my darkness into day.

2 And when to Heaven's all-glorious King My morning sacrifice I bring,

And, mourning o'er my guilt and shame,
Ask mercy in my Saviour's name,
Then, Jesus, cleanse me with Thy blood,
And be my Advocate with God.

3 When each day's scenes and labors close,
And wearied nature seeks repose,
With pardoning mercy richly blest,
Guard me, my Saviour, while I rest;
And as each morning sun shall rise,
O lead me onward to the skies.

4 And at my life's last setting sun,
My conflicts o'er, my labors done,
Jesus, Thy heavenly radiance shed,
To cheer and bless my dying bed;
And from death's gloom my spirit raise
To see Thy face, and sing Thy praise.
William Shrubsole, Jr. (1759-1829.) 1813. ab. and al

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God's Care of His People.
Ps. cvi.

2 Who can His mighty deeds express,
Not only vast but numberless?
What mortal eloquence can raise
His tribute of immortal praise?

3 Extend to me that favor, Lord,

Thou to Thy chosen dost afford;
When Thou return'st to set them free,
Let Thy salvation visit me.

4 O may I worthy prove to see

Thy saints in full prosperity,
That I the joyful choir may join,
And count Thy people's triumph mine.
Tate and Brady. 1696. ab.

God's eternal Kingdom. Ps. xciii.

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1 WITH glory clad, with strength arrayed,
The Lord, that o'er all nature reigns,
The world's foundation strongly laid,
And the vast fabric still sustains.

2 How surely stablished is Thy throne,
Which shall no change or period see;
For Thou, O Lord, and Thou alone,
Art God from all eternity.

3 The floods, O Lord, lift up their voice,
And toss the troubled waves on high;
But God above can still their noise,
And make the angry sea comply.

4 Thy promise, Lord, is ever sure,

And they that in Thy house would dwell,|

My God, my King, Thy various praise
Shall fill the remnant of my days:
Thy grace employ my humble tongue
Till death and glory raise the song.

2 The wings of every hour shall bear
Some thankful tribute to Thine ear;
And every setting sun shall see
New works of duty done for Thee.

3 Thy truth and justice I'll proclaim;
Thy bounty flows an endless stream;
Thy mercy swift; thine anger slow,
But dreadful to the stubborn foe.

4 Thy works with sovereign glory shine,
And speak Thy majesty divine:
Let Zion in her courts proclaim
The sound and honor of Thy name.

5 Let distant times and nations raise

The long succession of Thy praise; And unborn ages make my song The joy and labor of their tongue. 6 But who can speak Thy wondrous deeds? Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds: Vast and unsearchable Thy ways; Vast and immortal be Thy praise.

Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674-1743) 1719. ab. and alt.

MISSIONARY CHANT. L.M.

Charles Zeuner. (1795-1857.) 1832.

our Almighty King;

For we

praise.

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An Exhortation to praise God.
Ps. xcv. 1-6.

2 The depths of earth are in His hand,

Her secret wealth at His command;
The strength of hills, that threat the skies,
Subjected to His empire lies.

3 The rolling ocean's vast abyss

By the same sovereign right is His;
'Tis moved by His almighty hand,
That formed and fixed the solid land.

4 O let us to His courts repair,
And bow with adoration there;
Down on our knees devoutly all
Before the Lord our Maker fall.

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Tate and Brady. 1696. ab.

General Providence and special Grace.
Ps. xxxvi. 5-9.

1 HIGH in the heavens, eternal God,
Thy goodness in full glory shines;
Thy truth shall break through every cloud
That veils and darkens Thy designs.

2 Forever firm Thy justice stands,

As mountains their foundations keep; Wise are the wonders of Thy hands;

Thy judgments are a mighty deep.

3 Thy providence is kind and large;

Both man and beast Thy bounty share: The whole creation is Thy charge,

But saints are Thy peculiar care.

4 My God, how excellent Thy grace, Whence all our hope and comfort springs;

2

He built the earth, He spread the sky,
And, fixed the starry lights on high:
Wonders of grace to God belong;
Repeat His mercies in your song.

3 He sent His Son with power to save,
From guilt, and darkness, and the grave:
Wonders of grace to God belong;
Repeat His mercies in your song.

4 Through this vain world He guides our feet,
And leads us to His heavenly seat:
His mereies ever shall endure,
When this vain world shall be no more.
Rev. Isaac Watts. 1719. ab.

HAYDN. L. M.

Francis Joseph Haydn. (1732-1809.) 1798.

His glo

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The Divine Perfections.

2 His terrors keep the world in awe, His justice guards His holy law, His love reveals a smiling face,

His truth and promise seal the grace.

4 The Lord is good, the Lord is kind;
Great is His grace, His mercy sure;
And the whole race of man shall find
His truth from age to age endure.
Rev. Isaac Watts. 1719-

I YE nations round the earth, rejoice Before the Lord, your sovereign King: Serve Him with cheerful heart and voice, With all your tongues His glory sing.

2 The Lord is God; 'tis He alone

Doth life, and breath, and being give:
We are His work, and not our own,
The sheep that on His pastures live.

3 Enter His gates with songs of joy,
With praises to His courts repair;
And make it your divine employ
To pay your thanks and honors there.

The Eternal and Sovereign God.
Ps. xciii.

I JEHOVAH reigns; He dwells in light,
Girded with majesty and might:
The world, created by His hands,
Still on its first foundation stands.

2 But ere this spacious world was made,
Or had its first foundation laid,
Thy throne eternal ages stood,
Thyself the ever-living God.

3 Like floods the angry nations rise,
And aim their rage against the skies:
Vain floods, that aim their rage so high!
At Thy rebuke the billows die.

4 Forever shall Thy throne endure;
Thy promise stands forever sure;
And everlasting holiness
Becomes the dwellings of Thy grace.
Rev. Isaac Watts. 1719.