60. H. M.

Delight in public Worship. Ps. lxxxiv.

1 LORD of the worlds above,
How pleasant and how fair
The dwellings of thy love,
Thine earthly temples, are!

To thine abode

With warm desires,

My heart aspires,
To see my God.

2 O happy souls that pray Where God appoints to hear! O happy men that pay

Their constant service there!

They praise thee still;

Who love the way

And happy they

To Zion's hill.

3 They go from strength to strength, Through this dark vale of tears, Till each arrives at length,

Till each in heaven appears:

O glorious seat,

Shall thither bring

When God our King

Our willing feet!

Watts.

61. c. M.

Universal Goodness of God.

1 LORD! thou art good; all nature shows
Its mighty author kind:

Thy bounty through creation flows,
Full, free, and unconfined.

2 Whate'er our eyes behold, proclaims
Thine infinite good will;

It shines in stars, it flows in streams,
And bursts from every hill.

3 It fills the wide extended main,

And heavens which spread more wide;
It drops in gentle showers of rain,
And rolls in every tide.

4 Long hath it been diffused abroad,
Through years and ages past;

And its rich stores, all bounteous God!
For ever still shall last.

5 Through the vast whole it pours supplies; Spreads joy through all its parts: may such love attract our eyes, And captivate our hearts!

6 High admiration let it raise,
And strong affection move;

Employ our tongues in songs of praise,
And fill our hearts with love!

62. P. M.

God seen in all.

Browne, alt'd.

1 MY GOD! all nature owns thy sway;
Thou giv'st the night and thou the day:
When all thy loved creation wakes,
When morning, rich in lustre, breaks,
And bathes in dew the opening flower,
To thee we owe her fragrant hour;
And when she pours her choral song,
Her melodies to thee belong.

2 Or, when in paler tints arrayed,

The evening slowly spreads her shade;
That soothing shade, that grateful gloom,
Can more than day's enlivening bloom,
Still every fond and vain desire,
And calmer, purer thoughts inspire ;
From earth the pensive spirit free,
And lead the softened heart to thee.

3 In every scene thy hands have dressed,
In every form by thee impressed,
Upon the mountain's awful head,

Or where the sheltering woods are spread;
In every note that swells the gale,
Or tuneful stream that cheers the vale,
The cavern's depth, or echoing grove,
A voice is heard of praise and love.

4 As o'er thy work the seasons roll,
And sooth with change of bliss the soul,
O never may their smiling train
Pass o'er the human sense in vain!
But oft, as on their charms we gaze,
Attune the wandering soul to praise;
And be the joys that most we prize,
The joys that from thy favour rise.

63. L. M.

The greatness of God.

Miss Williams.

1 My Gop! my King! O may thy praise
Fill all the remnant of my days;
Thy grace employ my humble tongue,
And after death exalt my song!

2 May every opening morning bear
Some thankful tribute to thine ear;
And every setting sun still see
New works of duty done for thee!

3 Thy works with boundless glory shine,
And speak thy majesty divine;
Let land to land aloud proclaim
The matchless honour of thy name.

4 But who can speak thy wondrous deeds!
Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds:
Vast and unsearchable thy ways;
Vast and immortal be thy praise!

64. s. M.

Seeking God.

1 MY GOD, permit my tongue
This joy, to call thee mine;
And let my earnest cries prevail,
To taste thy love divine.

2 For life, without thy love,
No relish can afford;

Watts.

No joy can be compared with this,
To serve and please the Lord.

3 To thee I'll lift my hands,

And praise thee while I live;
Not all that earth and sense can yield,
So pure a pleasure give.

4 Since thou hast been my help,
To thee my spirit flies;
And on thy watchful providence
My cheerful hope relies.

5 The shadow of thy wings

My soul in safety keeps ;
I follow where my Father leads,
And he supports my steps.

Watts.

65. P. M.

Thanksgiving and Praise.

1 My soul, praise the Lord,
Speak good of his name!
His mercies record,

His bounties proclaim;
To God, their creator,
Let all creatures raise,
The song of thanksgiving,
The chorus of praise!

2 Though, hid from man's sight, God sits on his throne,

Yet here, by his works,
Their author is known:
The world shines a mirror
Its maker to show,
And heaven views its image
Reflected below.

3 Those agents of power, Fire, water, earth, sky, Attest the dread might

Of God the Most High: Who rides on the whirlwind While clouds veil his form; Who smiles in the sunbeam, Or frowns in the storm.

4 By knowledge supreme,
By wisdom divine,
God governs this earth
With gracious design:
O'er beast, bird, and insect,
His providence reigns,
Whose will first created,

Whose love still sustains.