MAY kind and knows their end,
AY that kind wisdom, whose bright eye
Whose tender mercies never die,-
To my weak heart his favour lend.
2 Give me to feel as Jesus pray'd,
When on the cross he bleeding hung ;
When all his foes their wrath display'd,
And with their spite his bosom stung.
3 Till death he lov'd his foes, and said,
"Father, forgive;" then groan'd and died;
And, when arisen from the dead,
His mercy to their souls apply'd.
4 For such a heart and such a love,
Kind Lord, I raise my soul to thee;
pour thy spirit from above,
That I may like my Saviour be.
HYMN 117. Hallelujah Metre.
A Paraphrase on the XCVIth Psalm.
E realms below the skies,
Your Maker's praises sing;
Let boundless honours rise
To heaven's eternal King.
O, bless his name, whose love extends
Salvation to the world's far ends.
Give glory to the Lord,
Ye kindreds of the earth;
His sovereign power record,
And show his wonders forth,
Till heathen tongues his grace proclaim,
And every heart adores his name.
The Lord unrivall'd reigns ;
He spread the heavens abroad ;
His hand the world sustains;
O, fear th' Almighty God!
O, praise and fear th' eternal might,
Which call'd the world from ancient night.
'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.
Still let the waters roar,
As round the earth they roll;
His praise, forevermore,
They sound, from pole to pole.
'Tis nature's wild, unconscious song,
O'er thousand waves, that floats along.
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.
HILE sounds of war are heard around, And death and ruin strew the ground; To thee we look, on thee we call,
The Parent and the Lord of all!
2 Thou, who hast stamp'd on human kind
The image of a heaven-born mind,
And in a father's wide embrace
Hast cherish'd all the kindred race:
3 O see with what insatiate rage
Thy sons their impious battles wage;
How spreads destruction like a flood,
And brothers shed their brothers' blood!
4 See guilty passions spring to birth,
And deeds of hell deform the earth:
While righteousness and justice mourn :
And love and pity droop forlorn.
5 Great God! whose powerful hand can bind
The raging waves, the furious wind,
O bid the human tempest cease,
And hush the madd'ning world to peace.
6 With rev'rence may each hostile land
Hear and obey that high command,
Thy son's blest errand from above,
"My creatures, live in mutual love."
HYMN 119. L. M.
Praise ye the Lord..
ING to the Lord a joyful song;
S prolong,
Till realms remote his acts have known, And man's whole race his wonders own. 2 Great is the Lord, and great his praise; What God like him our fear can raise ? Not such as heathen lands afford, Created first, and then ador'd.
3 Let every people, every tribe,
Power, glory, strength, to him ascribe;
Yield to his name the honours due ;
Oft to his courts your way pursue.
4 Before the beauty of his shrine,
Ye saints, in low prostration join;
Ye natives of each distant shore,
His power revere, his name adore.
HYMN 120. Tens and Elevens Metre.
The God and Father of Christ to be praised.
COME, all ye sons of Adam, and raise A song unto God; how lovely his praise! Adore him who reigns in his glory above, And fills the wide earth with his tokens of love.
2 His breath is your life, your reason a ray
Effus'd from his light to guide all your way;
He heals your diseases, your wants he supplies,
And wipes away tears from the penitent's eyes.
5 Dash down your false gods of silver and stone;
Him worship who made earth and heaven alone;
His prophet, his son, his salvation receive;
Flee, flee from perdition, obey him and live.
4 O Father of men! in mercy command
The gospel to shine on all human land;
That far as the sun e'er diffuses his flame,
Thy praises may rise in Messiah's great name.
Warrington Coll.
HYMN 121. C. M.
Reverential Worship.
ING to the Lord Jehovah's name,
And in his strength rejoice :
When his salvation is our theme,
Exalted be our voice.
2 With thanks approach his awful sight,
And songs of honour sing:
The Lord's a God of boundless might,
The whole creation's King.
3 Let princes hear, let angels know,
How mean their natures seem;
Those gods on high, and gods below,
When once compar'd with Him.
4 Earth, with its caverns dark and deep,
Lies in the spacious hand,
He fix'd the sea what bounds to keep,
And where the hills must stand.
5 Come, and with humble souls adore;
Come, kneel before his face :
O may the creatures of his power
Be children of his grace?
OME, sound his praise abroad,
And hymns of glory sing;
Jehovah is the mighty God,
The universal King.
He form'd the deeps unknown;
He gave the seas their bound ;
The wat'ry worlds are all his own,
And all the solid ground.
3 Come, worship at his throne;
Come, bow before the Lord;
We are his work, and not our own,
He form'd us by his word.
To-day attend his voice,
Nor dare provoke his rod ;
Come, like the people of his choice,
And own your gracious God.
HYMN 123. Sevens Metre.
Humble Adoration.
OLY, holy, holy Lord!
Be thy glorious name ador'd.
Lord thy mercies never fail ;
Hail, celestial goodness, hail !
2 Though unworthy, Lord, thine ear,
Deign our humble songs to hear;
Purer praise we hope to bring,
When around thy throne we sing.
3 There no tongue shall silent be ;
All shall join in harmony;
That, through heaven's capacious round,.
Praise to thee may ever sound.
4 Lord thy mercies never fail :
Hail, celestial goodness, hail!
Holy, holy, holy Lord!
Be thy glorious name ador'd. Salisbury Coll.
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