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L. M.

'Serve the Lord with gladness.'

1 BEFORE JEHOVAH's awful throne.
Ye nations, bow with sacred joy;
Know that the Lord is God alone;
He can create and He destroy.

2 His sovereign power, without our aid,
Made us of clay, and formed us men;
And when, like wandering sheep, we strayed,
He brought us to His fold again.

3 We are His people, we His care,—

Our souls and all our mortal frame: What lasting honours shall we rear, Almighty Maker, to Thy name?

4 We'll crowd Thy gates with thankful songs;
High as the heavens our voices raise;
And earth, with her ten thousand tongues,
Shall fill Thy courts with sounding praise.

5 Wide as the world is Thy command; Vast as eternity Thy love;

Firm as a rock Thy truth must stand, When rolling years shall cease to move.

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8, 7.

'Praise ye the Lord from the heavens:
praise Him in the heights.'

1 PRAISE the Lord! ye heavens adore Him;
Praise Him, angels, in the height;
Sun and moon, rejoice before Him;
Praise Him, all ye stars of light!

2 Praise the Lord! for He hath spoken; Worlds His mighty voice obeyed; Laws, that never shall be broken,

For their guidance He hath made.

3 Praise the Lord! for He is glorious;
Never shall His promise fail:

God hath made His saints victorious;
Sin and death shall not prevail.

4 Praise the God of our salvation!
Hosts on high, His power proclaim ;
Heaven and earth, and all creation,
Laud and magnify His name.

5, 5; 6, 5.

'Bless the Lord, O my soul. O Lord my God, Thou art very great; Thou art clothed with honour and majesty.'

1 0 WORSHIP the King

All glorious above,

O gratefully sing

His power and His love,

Our shield and defender,
The Ancient of days,
Pavilioned in splendour,
And girded with praise.

2 O tell of His might,
O sing of His grace,
Whose robe is the light,
Whose canopy, space.
His chariots of wrath

Deep thunder-clouds form,
And dark is His path

On the wings of the storm.

3 The earth, with its store
Of wonders untold,
Almighty! Thy power
Hath founded of old;
Hath stablished it fast
By a changeless decree,
And round it hath cast,
Like a mantle, the sea.

4 Thy bountiful care

What tongue can recite?
It breathes in the air,
It shines in the light,
It streams from the hills,
It descends to the plain,
And sweetly distils

In the dew and the rain.

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5 Frail children of dust,
And feeble as frail,
In Thee do we trust,
Nor find Thee to fail;
Thy mercies how tender!
How firm to the end!
Our Maker, Defender,
Redeemer, and Friend!

6 O measureless Might!
Ineffable Love!
While angels delight

To hymn Thee above,
The humbler creation,
Though feeble their lays,
With true adoration
Shall lisp to Thy praise.

C. M.

'Thus saith the high and lofty One that
inhabiteth eternity, whose name is
Holy; I dwell in the high and holy
place, with him also that is of a con-
trite and humble spirit.'

1 My God, how wonderful Thou art,
Thy majesty how bright!
How beautiful Thy mercy-seat,
In depths of burning light!

2 How dread are Thine eternal
O everlasting Lord!

years,

By prostrate spirits day and night
Incessantly adored.

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3 O how I fear Thee, living God,
With deepest, tenderest fears!
And worship Thee with trembling hope
And penitential tears.

4 Yet I may love Thee too, O Lord,
Almighty as Thou art,

For Thou hast stooped to ask of me
The love of my poor heart.

5 No earthly father loves like Thee,
No mother, e'er so mild,

Bears and forbears as Thou hast done
With me Thy sinful child.

6 Father of Jesus, love's reward,
What rapture will it be,
Prostrate before Thy throne to lie,
And ever gaze on Thee!

8, 7, 4.

'Bless the Lord, O my soul, and forget not all His benefits.'

1 PRAISE, my soul, the King of heaven; To His feet thy tribute bring; Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven, Who like me His praise should sing? Praise Him, praise Him,

Praise the everlasting King.