4 He makes the grafs the hills adorn;
He clothes the fmiling fields with corn;
The beafts with food his hands fupply,
And the young ravens when they cry.

5 What is the creature's kill or force,
The sprightly man or warlike horse?
The piercing wit, the active limb ?
All are too mean delights for him.

6 But faints are lovely in his fight,
He views his children with delight!
He fees their hope, he knows their fear;
And looks, and loves his image there.

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HYMN CLX. L. M.

EFORE Jehovah's awful throne,
Ye nations bow, with facred joy:
Know that the Lord is God alone,
He can create, and he deftroy.

2 His fov'reign pow'r, without our aid,
Made us of clay and form'd us men!
And when like wand'ring theep we ftray'd,
He brought us to his fold again.

3 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful fongs, High as the heav'ns our voices raise : And earth with her ten thoufand tongues, Shall fill thy courts with founding praife.

4 Wide as the world is thy command;
Valt as eternity thy love:

Firm as a rock thy truth must stand,
When rolling years fhall ceafe to move.

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HYMN CXLI. C. M.

EASTER.

THE Lord of Sabbath let us praise,
In concert with the bleft,

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Who joyful in harmonious lays,
Employ an endless reft.

2 Thus, Lord, while we remember thee,
We bleft and pious grow;
By hymns of praife we learn to be
Triumphant here below.

3 On this glad day, a brighter scene
Of glory was difplay'd,

By God, th' eternal Word, than when
This univerfe was made.

4 He rifes, who mankind hath bought
With grief and pain extreme;

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'Twas great to speak the world from nought, 'Twas greater to redeem.

HYMN CLXII, C. M.

SAL

ALVATION! O the joyful found!
What pleasure to our cars!

A fov'reign balm for ev'ry wound,
A cordial for our fears.

Glory, bonour, praise, and power,
Be unto the Lamb for ever;
Jefus Chrift is our Redeemer!
Hallelujah! praise the Lord!

2 Salvation ! let the echo fly

The fpacious earth around,

While all the armies of the sky

Confpire to raise the found, Glory, c.

3 Salvation! O thou bleeding Lamb! To thee the praise belongs: Salvation fhall inspire our hearts,

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And dwell upon our tongues. Glory, Te.

HYMN CLXIII. L. M.

ROM all that dwell below the skies,
Let the Creator's praise arife;

Let the Redeemer's name be fung,
Thro' ev'ry land, by ev'ry tongue:
Eternal are thy mercies, Lord,
Eternal truth attends thy word;

Thy praise fhall found from shore to fhore,
Till funs fhall rife and fet no more.

2 Your lofty themes, ye mortals bring,
In fongs of praife divinely fing:
The great falvation loud proclaim,
And thout for joy the Saviour's name!
In ev'ry land begin the fong;

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To ev'ry land the ftrains belong:
In cheerful founds all voices raise,
And fill the world with loudeft praise.

HYMN CLXIV. C. M.

HOME, let us join our cheerful fongs
With angels round the throne;

Ten thoufand thousand are their tongues, But all their joys are one.

2 Worthy the Lamb that dy'd, they cry,
To be exalted thus:

Worthy the Lamb, our hearts reply,
For he was flain for us.

3. Jefus is worthy to receive
Honour and pow'r divine;

And bleffings more than we can give,
Be, Lord, for ever thine.

4 Let all creation join in one,
To bless the sacred name
Of him that fits upon the throne,
And to adore the Lamb.

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HYMN CLXV.

LORY be to God on high,
God whofe glory fills the fky:
Peace on earth to man forgiv❜n,
Man the well-belov'd of heav'n.

2 Sov'reign Father, heav'nly King,
Thee we now prefume to fing;
Glad thine attributes confels,
Glorious all and numberless.

3 Hail! by all thy works_ador'd;
Hail! thou everlafting Lord:
Thee with thankful hearts we prove,
Lord of pow'r and God of love!

4 Chrift, our Lord and God we own;
Chrift, the Father's only Son :
Lamb of God for finners flain,
Saviour of offending man.

5 Bow thine ear in mercy bow,
Hear, the world's Atonement thou;
Jefus, in thy name we pray,
Take, O take our fins away!

6 Pow'rful Advocate with God,
Juftify us by thy blood!

Bow thine ear, in mercy bow,
Hear, the world's Atonement thou,

HYMN CLXVI. C. M.

RAISE ye the Lord, y' immortal choirs
That fill the realms above;

PRA

Praise him who form'd you of his fires.
And feeds you with his love.

2 Shine to his praife, ye cryftal skies,
The floor of his abode;

Orveil in fhades your thousand eyes
Before your brighter God.

3 Thou reftlefs globe of golden light,
Whose beams create our days,
Join with the filver queen of night,
To own your borrow'd rays.

Winds, ye fhall bear his name aloud.
Thro' the etherial blue;
For when his chariot is a cloud,

He makes his wheels of you.

5 Thunder and hail, and fire and ftorms,
The troops of his command,
Appear in all your dreadful forms,
And speak his awful hand.

6 Shout to the Lord, ye furging feas,
In your eternal roar ;

Let wave to wave refound his praise,
And fhore reply to shore;