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The Eternal God. 1.-HIS GLORY, WORSHIP, AND PRAISE.
ƒ O 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. ƒ O tell of His might,
O sing of His grace,
Whose canopy, space; His chariots of wrath
The deep thunder-clouds form; And dark is His path
On the wings of the storm.
[mfThe 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.] mf Thy bountiful eare
What tongue can recite ! It breathes in the air,
It shines in the light, It streams from the hills, It descends to the plain, p And sweetly distils
In the dew and the rain.
p Frail children of dust, And feeble as frail, cres In Thee do we trust,
Nor find Thee to fail ; mf Thy mercies how tender, How firm to the end, Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend! ƒ O measureless might!
To hymn Thee above, dim The humbler creation,
Though feeble their lays, cres With true adoration
Shall lisp to Thy praise.
cres And Him my only Portion make, My Shield and Tower.
The God of Abraham praise,
He calls a worm His friend,
I shall, on eagles' wings upborne, To heaven ascend : cres I shall behold His face, I shall His power adore, f And sing the wonders of His grace For evermore.
mf LORD of all being, throned afar, Thy glory flames from sun and star; Centre and soul of every sphere, Yet to each loving heart how near. mf Sun of our life, Thy quickening ray Sheds on our path the glow of day; Star of our hope, Thy softening light [night. Cheers the long watches of the p Our midnight is Thy smile withdrawn ; [dawn; cresOur noontide is Thy gracious Our rainbow arch, Thy mercy's sign; [Thine. f All, save the clouds of sin, are mf Lord of all life, below, above, Whose light is truth, Whose warmth is love,
Before Thy ever-blazing throne We ask no lustre of our own.
p Grant us Thy truth to make us free, And kindling hearts that burn for Thee,
cresTill all Thy living altars claim mf One holy light, one heavenly flame. O. W. Holmes.
f FILL Thou my life, O Lord my God,