GOD. Our souls with vast amazement fill, 1 GREAT God! how infinite art thou! Let the whole race of creatures bow, 2 Thy throne eternal ages stood, Thou art the ever-living God, 3 Eternity, with all its years, To thee there's nothing old appears- 4 Our lives through various scenes are drawn, While thine eternal thought moves on 5 Great God! how infinite art thou! Let the whole race of creatures bow, Touch every tuneful string, And sound his name abroad: Come, pour the trembling notes along; 2 And, ye of meaner birth! Your joyful voices raise; Let your hosannas joyful rise, And shake the earth and pierce the skies. 3 Let day and dusky night, And speak his power divine: The honors of our God; And spread his praise abroad: L. M. 1 COME, O my soul! in sacred lays, Attempt thy great Creator's praise; 2 Enthroned amidst the radiant spheres, He glory, like a garment, wears; 3 In all our Maker's grand designs, Omnipotence with wisdom shines; 4 Raised on devotion's lofty wing, Do thou, my soul! his glories sing; 7s. 1 PRAISE to God !-immortal praise, For the love that crowns our days: 2 All that spring, with bounteous hand, ; 3 These to that dear source we owe, Grateful, never-ending praise; Thy glories, how diffused abroad, And does, a thousand ways, express Fain would my tongue adore my King, And oft to God my soul ascend, 1 TO your Creator, God, Your great preserver, raise, And loud rejoice. And all their various powers Let nature raise, Your voices raise Above the rest; 4 Assist me, gracious God! The universal choir : 1 YE humble souls! approach your God For he is good, supremely good; 3 He gave his Son, his only Son, 'Tis here he makes his goodness known, 4 To this dear refuge, Lord! we come, 5 Thine eye beholds, with kind regard, 6 Great God! to thine almighty love, C. M. The glory of God in Creation. His goodness through the earth we trace, 2 Behold this fair and fertile globe, 'Twas he who girded, like a robe, 3 Lift to the arch of heaven your eye; His glory, boundless as the sky, Spread through eternity, thy fame 5 These lower works that swell thy praise, High as our thoughts can tower, Are but a portion of thy ways,- 6 Millions before thy presence stand, Fulness of joy, at thy right hand, |