152. C. M.

1 BEGIN, our souls, the lofty strain;
In joyful accents sing

A cheerful song of grateful praise
To heaven's almighty King.

2 Ye curling fountains, as ye roll
Your silver waves along,

Whisper to all your verdant shores
The subject of our song.

3 Bear it, ye winds, on all your wings To distant climes away,

And round the wide-extended world
The lofty theme convey.

4 Take the glad burden of his name,
Ye clouds, as you arise,

Whether to deck the golden morn,
Or shade the evening skies.

5 Long let it warble round the spheres, And echo through the sky;

Let angels, with immortal skill,
Improve the harmony:

6 Whilst we, with sacred rapture fired,
The great Creator sing,
And utter consecrated lays
To heaven's eternal King.

153. 7s.

1 Now let praise our tongues inflame,
Sing aloud in Jesus' name;
Ye, who his salvation prove,
Triumph in redeeming love.

2 Ye, who see the Father's grace
Beaming in the Savior's face,
As to Canaan on ye move,
Praise and bless redeeming love.
3 Welcome, all by sin oppressed,
Welcome to his sacred rest:
Nothing brought him from above,
Nothing but redeeming love.
4 When his Spirit leads us home,
When we to his glory come,
We shall all the fulness prove
Of our Lord's redeeming love.
5 Hither, then, your music bring,
Strike aloud each cheerful string;
Mortals, join the host above,
Join to praise redeeming love.

1 GREAT is the Lord! our souls adore! We wonder while we praise;

Thy power, O God, who can explore,
Or equal honor raise ?

2 How large thy tender mercies are!
How wide thy grace extends!

On thy beneficence and care

The universe depends.

3 Thy praise we will with joy proclaim, And talk thy goodness o'er!

We'll speak the honors of thy name,
And bid the world adore.

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155. L. M.

1 FROM all that dwell below the skies
Let the Creator's praise arise;
Let the Redeemer's name be sung
Through every land, by every tongue.
2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord;
Eternal truth attends thy word:

Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, Till suns shall rise to set no more. 3 Your lofty themes, ye mortals, bring, In songs of praise divinely sing: The great salvation loud proclaim, And shout for joy the Savior's name. 4 In every land begin the song:

To every land the strains belong;
In cheerful sounds all voices raise,
And fill the world with loudest praise.

1 THE rising morn, the closing day,
Repeat thy praise with grateful voice;
Both in their turns thy power display,
And, laden with thy gifts, rejoice.
2 Earth's wide-extended, varying scenes,
All smiling round, thy bounty show;
From seas or clouds, full magazines,
Thy rich, diffusive blessings flow.
3 In all thy mercy smiles serene,
And its providing care displays,
Thy bounty clothes each lovely scene,
And joyful nature shouts thy praise.

1 AWAKE, our souls, and bless his name,
Whose mercies never fail ;
Who opens wide a door of hope
In Achor's gloomy vale.
2 Behold the portal wide displayed
The building strong and fair;
Within are pastures fresh and green,
And living streams are there.

3 Enter, our souls, with cheerful haste,
For Jesus is the door;
Nor fear the tempter's wily arts,
Nor heed the lion's roar.

4 His grace shall soon the nations lead, And Jews and Gentiles come,

All trav❜ling through one spacious gate, To one eternal home.

158. s. M.

1 To God, the only wise,
Our Savior and our King,
Let all beneath the ample skies
Their humble praises bring.
2 He will present our souls,
Unblemished and complete,
Before the glory of his face,
With joys divinely sweet.
3 To God, the only wise,
All majesty belongs;
And be his power and
In everlasting songs.

grace

adored

159. H. M.

1 YE realms below the skies,
Your Maker's praises sing;
Let boundless honors rise

To heaven's eternal King.

O, bless his name, whose love extends
Salvation to the world's far ends.
2 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.
3 'Tis he the mountains crowns
With forests waving wide;

"Tis he old ocean bounds,

And heaves her roaring tide:

He swells the tempest on the main,
Or breathes the zephyr o'er the plain.

4 Still let the waters roar,

As round the earth they roll;
His praise for evermore

They sound from pole to pole.

'Tis nature's wild, unconscious song, O'er thousand waves that floats along. 5 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!