"Bless the Lord, O my soul. O Lord my God, Thou art very great; Thou art clothed with honour and majesty." 1 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? 5 Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail, 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. "Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above." 1 FOR the beauty of the earth, For the beauty of the skies, 2 For the beauty of each hour 3 For the joy of ear and eye, Db 2 16. 10 CREATION AND PROVIDENCE. For the mystic harmony 4 For the joy of human love, Brother, sister, parent, child, Friends on earth, and friends above, For all gentle thoughts and mild; Christ, our God, to Thee we raise This our sacrifice of praise. 5 For each perfect gift of Thine To our race so freely given, Graces human and divine, Flowers of earth and buds of heaven; Christ, our God, to Thee we raise While in the confidence of prayer 4 When by the dreadful tempest borne 5 The storm is laid, the winds retire, The sea that roars at Thy command, 6 In midst of dangers, fears, and deaths, Thy goodness we adore; We praise Thee for Thy mercies past, 7 Our life, while Thou preservest life, And death, when death shall be our lot, Tune-Intercession, 21. "He bringeth them unto their desired haven." L.M. 2 What time the floods lift up their voice, 18. 1 Thy servants set from peril free, And bring them, Pilot wise and true, Unto the port where they would be. Tune-Melita, 51. And bid its angry tumult cease, 4 O Trinity of love and power, 19. 6 line 8s. 1 "These see the works of the Lord, and His ETERNAL Father, strong to save, Whose arm hath bound the restless wave, O hear us when we cry to Thee 2 O Christ, whose voice the waters heard, 3 Most Holy Spirit, who didst brood Our brethren shield in danger's hour; Tune-Winchester, 177. "How precious also are Thy thoughts unto me, O God! how great is the sum of them!" WHEN all Thy mercies, O my God! My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view, I'm lost 2 O how shall words, with equal warmth, The gratitude declare That glows within my ravished heart!- 3 Thy providence my life sustained,. 4 To all my weak complaints and cries Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learned 11 C.M. 6 When in the slippery paths of youth Thine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe, 7 Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths, It gently cleared my way; And through the pleasing snares of vice, 8 When worn with sickness, oft hast Thou 9 Thy bounteous hand with worldly bliss 10 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts 11 Through every period of my life 12 When nature fails, and day and night Divide Thy works no more, My ever-grateful heart, O Lord, 13 Through all eternity to Thee 1 Go OD moves in a mysterious way, He plants His footsteps in the sea, 2 Deep in unfathomable mines He treasures up his bright designs 3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take; 4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, JES Name all other names above! 2 Jesus! name of priceless worth 4 Jesus! only name that's given Tune-Bethlehem, 306. 10 line 7s. "Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good 1 will toward men." ARK! the herald-angels sing, HARE Glory to the new-born King! Join the triumph of the skies; Hark! the herald-angels sing,- 2 Christ, by highest heaven adored; |