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HYMN 261. C. M.
Daily and Nightly Devotion.
To thee, my God, I'll sing;
Awake, each charming string. 2 Awake, and let thy flowing strains
Glide through the midnight air, While high amidst the silent orbs
The silver moon rolls clear :
Are lighted in the sky;
To thy admiring eye.
Awake, each charming string;
To thee, my God, I'll sing. 5 Thou, round the heav'nly arch dost draw
A vast and sable veil,
From mortal eyes conceal.
Thy skilful hands adorn;
The fair ascending morn.
Or smiling day renews,
With benefit pursues.
With early incense bring ; And, ere the rosy dawn of day,
Thy lofty praises sing.
HYMN 262. C. M. Thanksgiving for manifold Blessings. Ps. xvii. 46–50. EHOVAH lives, and be his name
By ev'ry heart ador'd!
he is the same,
And storms and tempests low'r; He rides triumphant in the skies,
And saves us by his power. 3 Salvation to the Lord belongs,
We give Jehovah praise ;
To our Deliv'rer raise.
From fear, distress, and harm ; Makes ev'ry soul in safety dwell,
For mighty is his arm.
And great shall be our praise :
My last, my noblest end;
Where all its motions tend.
My heavenly paradise,
My everlasting bliss.
And all I would possess ;
And charming words express.
HYMN 264. L. M.
Celebration of the Lord. is. xii.
Jehovah dries his Zion's tears!
And show the wonders of his grace
Thy seeming anger's turn'd from me;
And weeping Zion weep no more. 3 Behold our God, the mighty God,
Who spread the num'rous worlds abroad,
And praise his name with cheerful voice. 4 We'll trust in him, nor be afraid,
Jehovah is our fortress made;
And we'll exalt him in our song. 5 Wells of salvation open stand,
And living waters bless the land;
Forever in thee we'll triumph and sing; From morning to ev'ning thy goodness we'll praise,
And while we have being thy honour we'll raise. 2 How great is the Lord! no tongue can make known
The infinite God, eternal his throne;
By men and by angels, on earth and in heav'n. 3 The works of his hand declare his vast might;
His terrible acts are holy and right;
4 His goodness and truth how rich do they prove!
No anger he bears, his nature is love;
The Voice of Nature.
And spacious concave rais'd on high,
Their great original proclaim.
Pours knowledge on his golden ray;
The work of an Almighty hand.
The moon takes up the wond'rous tale;
Repeats the story of her birth;
And all the planets in their turn,
And spread the truth from pole to pole. 5 What though in solemn silence all
Move round this dark terrestrial ball ?
Amid their radiant orbs be found ? 6 In reason's ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice; For ever singing as they shine, “The hand that made us is Divine." Addison,
altered. HYMN 267.
And of his
'TIS good to praise Jehoval's name,
2 Sweet is the work to sing and tell
The goodness of the Lord;
And by the truth restor'd.
Who gathers outcasts in,
To heal the plague of sin.
The Lord in mercy heals ;
And for the wretched feels.
My voice shall gladly join;
And in his presence sing ;
'The Lord alone is King.
The work is all his own : Let us in holy praises join
To God the Lord alone.
And in his kingdom stand ;
By his almighty hand.
Who in his pastures feed;
For he is God indeed.
Our shepherd is the Lord :