Beneath the proud oppressor's frown, 3 Thou know'st the pains thy servants feel; 4 Thy mercy never shall remove Thou sav'st the souls whose humble love 5 My lips shall dwell upon thy praise, Let all the sons of Adam raise TH Hymn 155. L. M. 1 HE spacious firmament on high, And spangled heav'ns (a shining frame 2 Soon as the ev'ning shades prevail While all the stars that round her burn, And spread the truth from pole to pole. 3 What though in solemn silence, all Hymn 156. P. M. HE voice of my Beloved sounds, While o'er the mountain-top he bounds; He flies exulting o'er the hills, And all my soul with transport fills: Gently doth he chide my stay, "Rise, my love, and come away." 2 The scatter'd clouds are fled at last, The rain is gone, the winter's past, The lovely vernal flowers appear, The warbling choir enchants our ear: Now with sweetly pensive moan, Coos the turtle-dove alone. Hymn 157. C. M. Fow high thy wonders rise! ATHER, how wide thy glories shine! Known thro' the earth by thousand signs: And on the wings of every hour G 2 Part of thy name divinely stands, But when we view thy strange design Where vengeance and compassion join 3 Here the whole Deity is known, 4 O may I bear some humble part Wonder and joy shall tune my heart, To save a world of sinners lost, Hymn 158. P. M. 3 LL praise my Maker while I've breath, And when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler powers: My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures. 2 Happy the man whose hopes rely On Israel's God; he made the sky, And earth, and seas, with all their train: His truth for ever stands secure! He saves th' oppress'd he feeds the poor, And none shall find his promise vain. 3 The Lord pours eye-sight on the blind; The Lord supports the fainting mind; He sends the lab'ring conscience peace; He helps the stranger in distress, The widow and the fatherless, And grants the pris'ner sweet release. 4 I'll praise him while he lends me breath, And when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler powers; My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures. Hymn 159. L. M. PR RAISE ye the Lord! 'tis good to raise His nature and his works invite To make this duty our delight. 2 He form'd the stars, those heavenly flames; 4 He makes the grass the hills adorn; 6 But saints are lovely in his sight, Hymn 160. L. M. BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne, Ye nations bow with sacred joy; 2 His sov'reign power without our aid, 3 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful song Firm as a rock thy truth must stand, |