2. The True God our Refuge; or, Idolatry reproved. L. M.

NOT to ourselves, who are but dust,
Not to ourselves is glory due;
Eternal God, thou only just,

Thou only gracious, wise and true.
Shine forth in all thy dreadful name;
Why should a heathen's haughty tongue
Insult us, and to raise our shame,

[long?" Say, "Where's the God you've serv'd so The God we serve maintains his throne Above the clouds, beyond the skies; Thro' all the earth his will is done,

He knows our groans, he hears our cries. But the vain idols they adore,

Are senseless shapes of stone and wood; At best a mass of glitt'ring ore,

A silver saint, or golden god.

With eyes and ears they carve their head;
Deaf are their ears, their

eyes are blind; In vain are costly off'rings made,

And vows are scatter'd on the wind.
Their feet were never made to move,
Nor hands to save when mortals pray;
Mortals that pay them fear and love,
Seem to be blind and deaf as they.
O Isr'el, make the Lord thy hope,
Thy help, thy refuge, and thy rest;
The Lord shall build thy ruins up,

And bless the people and the priest.

The dead no more can speak thy praise;
They dwell in silence and the grave;
But we shall live to sing thy grace,
And tell the world thy pow'r to save.

3. The Perfections of God. C. M.
GREAT is the Lord, his works of might
Demand our noblest songs:
Let his assembled saints unite
Their harmony of tongues.
Great is the mercy of the Lord,
He gives his children food;
And ever mindful of his word,
He makes his promise good.
His Son, the great Redeemer came
To seal his cov'nant sure;
Holy and rev'rend is his name,

His ways are just and pure.

They that would grow divinely wise,
Must with his fear begin;

Our fairest proof of knowledge lies
In hating ev'ry sin.

4. God's Dominion over the Sea.

Ps. cvii. 23, &c.

L. M.

GOD of the seas, thy thund'ring voice Makes all the roaring waves rejoice! And one soft word of thy command, Can sink them silent in the sand.

If but a Moses wave thy rod,
The sea divides, and owns its God;
The stormy floods their Maker knew,
And let his chosen armies through.

The scaly flocks amidst the sea,
To thee, their Lord, a tribute pay;
The meanest fish that swims the flood,
Leaps up, and means a praise to God,
The larger monsters of the deep,
On thy commands attendance keep;
By thy permission sport and play,
And cleave along their foaming way.
If God his voice of tempest rears,
Leviathan lies still, and fears;
Anon he lifts his nostrils high,
And spouts the ocean to the sky.

How is thy glorious pow'r ador'd,
Amidst those wat'ry nations, Lord!
Yet the bold men that trace the seas,
Bold men! refuse their Maker's praise,

What scenes of miracles they see,
And never tune a song to thee!
While on the flood they safely ride,
They curse the hand that smooths the tide,

waves;

Anon they plunge in wat'ry graves,
And some drink death among the
Yet the surviving crew blaspheme,
Nor own the God that rescu'd them,

0, for some signal of thy hand!

Shake all the seas, Lord, shake the land;
Great Judge descend, lest men deny
That there's a God that rules the sky.
5. Praise to God from all Creatures.

THE glories of my Maker, God,
My joyful voice shall sing,
And call the nations to adore
Their Former and their King.

C. M.

"Twas his right hand that shap'd our clay,
And wrought this human frame;
But from his own immediate breath
Our nobler spirits came.

We bring our mortal pow'rs to God,
And worship with our tongues;
We claim some kindred with the skies,
And join th' angelic songs.

Let grov❜ling beasts of ev'ry shape,
And fowls of ev'ry wing,

And rocks, and trees, and fires, and seas,
Their various tribute bring.

Ye planets, to his honour shine,

And wheels of nature roll;
Praise him in your unwearied course
Around the steady pole.

The brightness of our Maker's name,
The wide creation fills,

And his unbounded grandeur flies
Beyond the heav'nly hills.

6. Praise to our Creator. L, M. SING to the Lord with joyful voice, Let ev'ry land his name adore; The British isles shall send the noise Across the ocean to the shore. Nations attend before his throne With solemn fear and sacred joy: Know that the Lord is God alone; He can create and he destroy. His sov'reign power, without our aid, Made us of clay, and form'd us men; And when like wand'ring sheep we stray'd, He brought us to his fold again. 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. We'll croud thy gates with thankful songs; High as the heav'ns our voices raise; And earth with her ten thousand tongues, Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise. 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. 7. Our frail Bodies, and God our Preserver.

C. M.

LET others boast how strong they be,

Nor death nor danger fear;

But we'll confess, Q Lord, to thee,
What feeble things we are.