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Praise to the Creator.
How wondrous is thy name!
Through all creation's frame ! 2 Nature in every dress
Her humble homage pays;
Thine undissembled praise. 3 My soul would rise and sing
To her Creator too :
And pay the homage due. 4 In joy, O let me spend
The remnant of my days!
The Christian Sabbath.
Another sabbath is begun;
2 This day may our devotions rise
As grateful incense to the skies ;
3 This holy calm within the breast,
Prepares for that eternal rest, .
4 With joy, great God, thy works we view,
In varied scenes, both old and new; in
5 In holy duties, let the day,
In holy pleasures pass away :
5. L. M.
God our Shepherd and Guardian. 1 As the good shepherd gently leads
His wandering flocks to verdant meads, -
Amid the flowery landscape flow; 2 So God, the guardian of my soul,
Does all my erring steps control:
He brings me back to virtue's ways. 3 Though I should journey through the plains
Where death in all his horror reigns, .
4 Thine ever-watchful providence
Is my support and my defence :
5 O bounteous God! my future days
Shall be devoted to thy praise;
† Pope's Collection.
6. P. M.
Commencement of Public Worship. 1 At the portals of thy house,
Lord! we leave our mortal cares;
Pure and contrite hearts alone,
2 Hapless men, whose footsteps stray
Let the world united join,
f J. Taylor.
Praise from all Mankind.
Ye nations ! bow with sacred joy;
2 His sovereign power, which all things made,
3 We are his people, we his care,
4 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs,
High as the heavens our voices raise;
Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise. 5 Wide as the world is thy command;
Vast as eternity thy love;
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;
To swell the inspiring theme.
2 Thou heaven of heavens, his vast abode,
Ye thunders, speak his power :
The astonished worlds adore.
3 Ye deeps, whose roaring billows rise
Praise him, who bids you roll;
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.
The glory of our God;
Proclaims his power abroad. 2 Nor can the night return,
Nor sun his beams display,
The knowledge to convey.
But from his gospel beams
There love and mercy shine.
There God reveals his laws
So perfect and so pure,
Which ever shall endure.