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3. s. M.

Praise to the Creator.

1 ALMIGHTY Maker, God!

How wondrous is thy name!
Thy glories how diffused abroad

Through all creation's frame!

2 Nature in every dress

Her humble homage pays;
And finds a thousand ways to express

Thine undissembled praise.

3 My soul would rise and sing

To her Creator too :
Fain would my tongue adore my King,

And pay the homage due.

4

In joy, Olet me spend

The remnant of my days!
And oft to God, my soul ascend
In grateful songs of praise !

Watts.

4. L. M.

The Christian Sabbath.

1 ANOTHER six days' work is done,

Another sabbath is begun;
Improve, my soul! the sacred rest,
And learn for ever to be blessed.

2 This day may our devotions rise

As grateful incense to the skies;
May heaven that peace divine bestow,
Which none but they who feel it, know.

3 This holy calm within the breast,

Prepares for that eternal rest,
Which for the sons of God remains

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The end of cares, the end of pains.

4 With joy, ġreat God, thy works we view,

In varied scenes, both old and new;
With praise we think on merciés past,

In hope, we future mercies taste. 5 In holy duties, let the day,

In holy pleasures pass away:
How sweet this sabbath thus to spend,
In hope of that which ne'er shall end!

Stennet, altd.

5. L. M.

God our Shepherd and Guardian.

1 As the good shepherd gently leads

His wandering flocks to verdant meads,
Where winding rivers, soft and slow,

Amid the flowery landscape flow; 2 So God, the guardian of my soul,

Does all my erring steps control :
When lost in sin's perplexing maze,

He brings me back to virtue's ways. 3 Though I should journey through the plains

Where death in all his horror reigns,
My steadfast heart no ill shall fear,
For thou, my God! art with me there.

4 Thine ever-watchful providence

Is my support and my defence :
With thee I am of all

possessed, And in thy favour, fully blessed.

5 O bounteous God! my future days

Shall be devoted to thy praise ;
And in thy house, thy sacred name
And wondrous grace shall be my theme.

† Pope's Collection.

6. P. M.

Commencement of Public Worship. 1 At the portals of thy house,

Lord! we leave our mortal cares;
Nobler thoughts our souls engage,
Songs of praise and fervent prayers :

Pure and contrite hearts alone,
Find acceptance at thy throne.

2 Hapless men, whose footsteps stray

From the temple of the Lord!
Teach them Zion's heavenly way,
To their feet thy light afford :

Let the world united join,
To extol thy love divine.

† J. Taylor,

7. L. M.

Praise from all Mankind.

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, which all things made,

Gave life to 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,

He still supports our feeble frame;
What honours can frail man prepare,

Maker, Preserver, 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.

Watts, altd.

8. 8, 8, 6 M.

Praise from all Nature. Ps. cxlviii.

1 Begin, my soul! the exalted lay; Let each enraptured thought obey,

And praise the Almighty's name; Let heaven, and earth, and seas, and skies, In one melodious concert rise,

To swell the inspiring theme.

2 Thou heaven of heavens, his vast abode, Ye clouds, proclaim your Maker, God;

Ye thunders, speak his power: Lo! on the lightning's gleamy wing In triumph rides the eternal King ;

The astonished worlds adore.

3 Ye deeps, whose roaring billows rise
To join the thunder of the skies,

Praise him, who bids you roll;
His praise in softer notes declare,
Each whispering breeze of yielding air,

And breathe it to the soul.

4 Wake, all ye soaring tribes, and sing; Ye cheerful warblers of the spring,

Harmonious anthems raise To him, who shaped your finer mould, Who tipped your glittering wings with gold,

And tuned your voice to praise. 5 Let man-by nobler passions swayedThe feeling heart, the judging head,

In heavenly praise employ ; Spread the Creator's name around, Till heaven's broad arch ring back the sound, The general burst of joy.

Ogilvie.

9. S. M.

The Excellency of the Gospel. Ps. xix. 1 BEHOLD! the heavens declare

The glory of our God;
The starry firmament on high,

Proclaims his power abroad.

2

Nor can the night return,

Nor sun his beams display,
Where not their voice is heard, of God

The knowledge to convey.

3

But from his gospel beams

Instruction more divine :
There God unfolds an endless day,

There love and mercy shine.

4

There God reveals his laws

So perfect and so pure,
And there is taught that fear of hin,
Which ever shall endure.

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