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I YE realms below the skies,
Your Maker's praises sing;
Let boundless honors rise

To heaven's eternal King.

O, bless his name whose love extends
Salvation to the world's far ends.

2 'Tis he the mountains crowns
With forests waving wide;
'Tis he old ocean bounds,

And heaves her roaring tide;

He swells the tempests on the main, Or breathes the zephyr o'er the plain. 404.

I THE Lord Jehovah reigns;

His throne is built on high;
The garments he assumes
Are light and majesty:
His glories shine

With beams so bright,
No mortal eye

Can bear the sight.

2 The thunders of his hand
Keep the wide world in awe;
His truth and justice stand
To guard his holy law;

3 Still let the waters roar

As round the earth they roll:
His praise for evermore

They sound from pole to pole. 'Tis nature's wild unconscious song O'er thousand waves that floats along.

4 His praise, ye worlds on high,
Display with all your spheres,
Amid the darksome sky,

When silent night appears.
O, let his works declare his name
Through all the universal frame !

And where his love
Resolves to bless,
His truth confirms
And seals the grace.

3 And can this mighty King
Of glory condescend?
And will he write his name,
"My Father and my Friend"?
I love his name,

I love his word:

Join, all my powers,
And praise the Lord!

I LORD, speak to me, that I may speak
In living echoes of thy tone;
As thou hast sought, so let me seek
Thy erring children lost and lone.
2 O, lead me, Lord, that I may lead
The wandering and the wavering feet;
O, feed me, Lord, that I may feed
Thy hungering ones with manna sweet.
3 O, strengthen me, that while I stand
Firm on the Rock, and strong in thee,
I may stretch out a loving hand
To wrestlers with the troubled sea.
4 O, teach me, Lord, that I may teach
The precious things thou dost impart,

To bear thy people in their heart,
And love the souls whom thou dost love;

4 To watch, and pray, and never faint,
By day and night strict guard to keep,
To warn the sinner, cheer the saint,
To feed thy lambs, and fold thy sheep.
5 So, when their work is finished here,
They may in hope their charge resign;
So, when their Master shall appear,
They may with crowns of glory shine.

As thou hast sought, so let me seek Thy erring chil-dren lost and lone.

And wing my words, that they may reach
The hidden depths of many a heart.

5 O, give thine own sweet rest to me,
That I may speak with soothing power
A word in season, as from thee,
To weary ones in needful hour.

6 O, fill me with thy fulness, Lord,
Until my very heart o'erflow

In kindling thought and glowing word,
Thy love to tell, thy praise to show.

7 O, use me, Lord, use even me,
Just as thou wilt, and when, and where;
Until thy blessed face I see,

Thy rest, thy joy, thy glory share.

Ju-bi-la-te! A

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I SOFT as fades the sunset splendor, And the light of day grows dim, We to thee our praises render; Sing we thus our vesper hymn : Jubilate Amen!

Father, gracious, loving, tender,
O, accept the grateful strain !
2 Day by day comes rich in blessing;
Night by night brings holy calm;
Lord, to thee our praise addressing,
Rises thus our joyful psalm:
Jubilate Amen!

But, unworthiness confessing,
Into silence fades again.

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I SAVIOUR, breathe an evening blessing,
Ere repose our spirits seal;

Sin and want we come confessing,

Thou canst save, and thou canst heal. Though destruction walk around us, Though the arrow past us fly, Angel-guards from thee surround us, We are safe, if thou art nigh.

2 Though the night be dark and dreary, Darkness cannot hide from thee; Thou art he who, never weary, Watchest where thy people be.

Should swift death this night o'ertake us,

And our couch become our tomb,
May the morn in heaven awake us,
Clad in light and deathless bloom.
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I SAVIOUR, Sprinkle many nations,
Fruitful let thy sorrows be;
By thy pains and consolations.
Draw the Gentiles unto thee!
Of thy cross the wondrous story,
Be it to the nations told;
Let them see thee in thy glory
And thy mercy manifold.

2 Far and wide, though all unknowing,
Pants for thee each mortal breast;
Human tears for thee are flowing,
Human hearts in thee would rest.
Thirsting as for dews of even,

As the new-mown grass for rain,
Thee they seek as sent of Heaven,
Thee for love of sinners slain.

3 Saviour, lo, the isles are waiting!
Stretched the hand and strained the sight,
For thy Spirit, new creating,

Love's pure flame, and wisdom's light. Give the word, and of the preacher Speed the foot and touch the tongue, Till on earth by every creature

Glory to the Lamb be sung!