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Our souls with vast amazement fill,
And speak the builder-GOD.
5 But still, the wonders of thy grace
Our softer passions move;
Pity divine, in Jesus' face,
We see, adore, and love.

The honors of your God;

Touch every tuneful string,

And sound his name abroad:

Come, pour the trembling notes along;
And swell the grand immortal song.

2 And, ye of meaner birth!

Your joyful voices raise;

Inhabitants of earth!

Your great Creator praise:

Let your hosannas joyful rise,

And shake the earth and pierce the skies.

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3 These to that dear source we owe,
Whence our sweetest comforts flow
These, through all my happy days,
Claim my cheerful songs of praise.
4 Lord! to thee my soul should raise

Grateful, never-ending praise;

And, when every blessing 's flown,

Love thee for thyself alone.


1 ALMIGHTY Maker, God!

How wondrous is thy name!

Thy glories, how diffused abroad,
Through all creation's frame!

2 Nature, in every dress,

Her humble homage pays;

And does, a thousand ways, express
Her undissembled praise.

3 My soul would rise and sing

Her great Creator too;

Fain would my tongue adore my King,
And pay the homage due.

4 Let joy and worship spend

The remnant of my days,

And oft to God my soul ascend,
In grateful songs of praise.

1 TO your Creator, God,

Your great preserver, raise,
Ye creatures of his hand!
Your highest notes of praise:

Let every voice

Proclaim his power,

His name adore,

And loud rejoice.

2 Let every creature join

To celebrate his name,

And all their various powers
Assist th' exalted theme:

Let nature raise,
From every tongue,
A general song
Of grateful praise.

3 But Oh! from human tongues

Should nobler praises flow;

And every thankful heart

With warm devotion glow:

Your voices raise

Above the rest;
Ye highly blest!

Declare his praise.

4 Assist me, gracious God!
My heart, my voice inspire;
Then shall I grateful join

The universal choir :

Thy grace can raise

My heart, my tongue,

And tune my song

To lively praise.

3 He gave his Son, his only Son,
To ransom rebel-worms;

'Tis here he makes his goodness known,
In its diviner forms.

4 To this dear refuge, Lord! we come,
"Tis here our hope relies ;-
A safe defence, a peaceful home,
When storms of trouble rise.

5 Thine eye beholds, with kind regard,
The souls that trust in thee;
Their humble hope thou wilt reward,
With bliss divinely free.

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6 Great God! to thine almighty love,
What honors shall we raise?
Not all th' angelic songs above
Can render equal praise.

C. M.

The glory of God in Creation.

His goodness through the earth we trace,
His grandeur in the spheres.

2 Behold this fair and fertile globe,

By him in wisdom planned!

'Twas he who girded, like a robe,
The ocean round the land.

3 Lift to the arch of heaven your eye;

Thither his path pursue;

His glory, boundless as the sky,
O'erwhelms the wondering view.

Spread through eternity, thy fame
With rising lustre shines.

5 These lower works that swell thy praise,

High as our thoughts can tower,

Are but a portion of thy ways,-
The hiding of thy power.

6 Millions before thy presence stand,

Who feel, while they adore,

Fulness of joy, at thy right hand,
And pleasures evermore.

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