60. H. M. Delight in public Worship. Ps. lxxxiv. 1 LORD of the worlds above, To thine abode With warm desires, My heart aspires, 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 Thy bounty through creation flows, 2 Whate'er our eyes behold, proclaims It shines in stars, it flows in streams, 3 It fills the wide extended main, And heavens which spread more wide; 4 Long hath it been diffused abroad, And its rich stores, all bounteous God! 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, Employ our tongues in songs of praise, 62. P. M. God seen in all. Browne, alt'd. 1 MY GOD! all nature owns thy sway; 2 Or, when in paler tints arrayed, The evening slowly spreads her shade; 3 In every scene thy hands have dressed, Or where the sheltering woods are spread; 4 As o'er thy work the seasons roll, 63. L. M. The greatness of God. Miss Williams. 1 My Gop! my King! O may thy praise 2 May every opening morning bear 3 Thy works with boundless glory shine, 4 But who can speak thy wondrous deeds! 64. s. M. Seeking God. 1 MY GOD, permit my tongue 2 For life, without thy love, Watts. No joy can be compared with this, 3 To thee I'll lift my hands, And praise thee while I live; 4 Since thou hast been my help, 5 The shadow of thy wings My soul in safety keeps ; Watts. 65. P. M. Thanksgiving and Praise. 1 My soul, praise the Lord, His bounties proclaim; 2 Though, hid from man's sight, God sits on his throne, Yet here, by his works, 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, Whose love still sustains. |