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60. H. M.

Delight in public Worship. Ps. lxxxiv. .


i Lord of the worlds above,
How pleasant and how fair
The dwellings of thy love,'

Thine earthly temples, are !
To thine abode

My heart aspires, With warm desires, 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; And happy they
Who love the way

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, When God our King
Shall thither bring our willing feet!


61. c. M.

Universal Goodness of God.
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 :
O 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!

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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.

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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.

Miss Williams
63. L. M.

The greatness of God.
1 My God! 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 !


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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;
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 given
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.


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.

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