3 Nor all the peopled world alone,
Rich fields and verdant plains,
But lonely wilds by man untrod,
Where silent horror reigns.

4 Tempests and storms that sweep
And cataracts sublime;

the sky,

Volcanoes, earthquakes, hurricanes,
That waste the torrid clime;

5 Vast caverns deep, and cloud-topt hills,
Huge mountains rude and bare,
Terrific rocks and swelling waves-
The grandeur all declare.

6 Through all creation's widest range
The hand of heaven is near:
Where'er I wander in the world,
Lo! God is present there.

HYMN 203. L. P. M.

God's government Zion's joy.

E subjects of the Lord, proclaim

"Jehovah reigns," be all your song, 'Tis he, thy God, O Zion, reigns; Prepare thy most harmonious strains, Glad hallelujahs to prolong.

2 Ye princes, boast no more your crown,
But lay the glittering trifle down
In lowly honour at his feet;
A span your narrow empire bounds;
He reigns beyond created rounds,
In self-sufficient glory great.

3 Tremble, ye pageants of a day,
Form'd, like your slaves, of brittle clay;
Down to the dust your sceptres bend;

To everlasting years He reigns,
And undiminish'd pomp maintains,

JERVIS.

When kings, and suns, and time shall end.

4 So shall his favour'd Zion live ;
In vain confed'rate nations strive
Her sacred turrets to destroy;
Her Sov'reign sits enthron'd above,
And endless pow'r and endless love
Insure her safety and her joy.

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HYMN 204. C. M.

God no Respecter of persons.

DODDRIDGE

ITH eye impartial, heaven's high King
Surveys each human tribe;

No earthly pomp his eyes can charm,

Nor wealth his favour bribe.

2 The rich and poor, of equal clay
His pow'rful hand did frame;
All souls are his, and him alike
Their common Parent claim.

3 Ye sons of men of high degree,
Your great Superior own;
Praise him for all his gifts, and pay
Your homage at his throne.

4 Trust in the Lord, ye humble poor,
And banish ev'ry fear;

The God you serve will ne'er forsake
The man of heart sincere.

The Bounty of Providence improved.

NEEDHAM.

FWho kindlest up the lamp of day;

NATHER of lights! we sing thy name,

Wide as he spreads his golden flame,
His beams thy pow'r and love display.
2 Fountain of good! from thee proceeds,
In copious drops, the genial rain,

Which through the hills, and through the meads,
Revive the grass, and swell the grain.

3 Through the wide world thy bounties spread ; Yet millions of our guilty race,

Though by thy daily bounty fed,
Affront thy law, reject thy grace.
4 Not so may our forgetful hearts
O'erlook the tokens of thy care;
But what thy lib'ral hand imparts,
Still own in praise, still ask in pray'r.
5 So shall our suns more grateful shine,
And showers in sweeter drops shall fall,
When all our hearts and lives are thine,
And thou, O God! enjoy'd in all.

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Thy glories round the earth are spread,
And o'er the heavens they shine.

When to thy works above

I raise my wond'ring eyes,

And see the moon, fair queen of night,
In peerless splendour rise;

When I survey the stars

That fill the vaulted sky,

Lord! what is man, that he should stand
In thy regard so high?

Or what the son of man,

That thou should'st love him so

Next to thine angels is he plac'd,
And lord of all below.

Thine honours crown his head,

While subject beasts obey;

And birds that cut the air with wings,
And fish that cleave the sea.

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How rich thy bounties are!

And wond'rous are thy ways!

Of dust and worms thy pow'r can frame

A monument of praise.

WATTS.

HYMN 207. S. M.

The heavenly Shepherd.

WHILE God my Father's near,

My Shepherd and my Guide,

I bid farewell to anxious fear, My wants are all supply'd. 2 To ever fragrant meads,

Where rich abundance grows, His gracious hand indulgent leads, And guards, my sweet repose.

3 Along the lovely scene,

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Cool waters gently roll,

And kind refreshment smiles serene,
To cheer my fainting soul.

Here let my spirit rest:

How sweet a lot is mine!

With pleasure, food, and safety blest;

Beneficence divinę!

5 Great Shepherd! if I stray,
My wand'ring feet restore;

To thy fair pastures guide my way,
And let me rove no more.

MRS. STEELE.

God's Condescension in becoming the Shepherd of Men.

AND will the Majesty of Heav'n

Accept us for his sheep;

And with a shepherd's tender care
Such worthless creatures keep?

2 And will he spread his guardian arms
Round our defenceless head?

And cause us gently to lie down
In his refreshing shade?

3 And will he lead our weary souls
To that delightful scene,

Where rivers of salvation flow
Through pastures ever green?

4. What thanks can mortal men repay
For favours great as thine?

Or how can tongues of feeble clay
Proclaim such love divine?

5 Eternal God! how mean are we!
How richly gracious thou!

Our souls, o'erwhelm'd with humble joy,
In silent transports bow.

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HYMN 209. L. M.

Safety in public Diseases and Dangers.

DODDRIDGE.

HEY that have made their refuge God,
Shall find a most secure abode ;

Shall walk all day beneath his shade,
And there at night shall rest their head.
2 If burning beams of noon conspire
To dart a pestilential fire,

God is their life; his wings are spread,
To shield them midst ten thousand dead.
3 If vapour with malignant breath
Rise thick and scatter midnight-death,
Still they are safe: the poison'd air
Again grows pure, if God be there.
4 But if the fire, or plague, or sword,
Receive commission from the Lord,
To strike his saints among the rest,
Their very pains and death are blest.
5 The sword, the pestilence, or fire,
Shall but fulfil their best desire ;
From sins and sorrow set them free,
And bring thy children, Lord! to thee. WATTS.
HYMN 210. L. M.

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God the Protector of Innocence.

HINE is the throne; beneath thy reign,
Great King of kings! the tribes profane

Behold their dream of conquest o'er,

And vanish, to be seen no more.