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Arr. from LWOFF.

RUSSIAN HYMN. L. M.

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1 THEE we adore, eternal Lord,

We praise Thy Name with one accord;
Thy saints, who here Thy goodness see,
Through all the world do worship Thee.

2 To Thee aloud all angels cry,

The heavens and all the powers on high;
Thee, holy, holy, holy King,
Lord God of Hosts, they ever sing.

3 The apostles join the glorious throng;
The prophets swell the immortal song;
The martyr's noble army raise
Eternal anthems to Thy praise.

4 The holy Church in every place
Throughout the world exalts Thy praise;
Both heaven and earth do worship Thee,
Thou Father of eternity!

5 From day to day, O Lord, do we Highly exalt and honor Thee; Thy Name we worship and adore, World without end, forevermore. 64 1 THE Lord is King! lift up thy voice, O earth, and all ye heavens, rejoice; From world to world the joy shall ring; The Lord omnipotent is King.

JOSIAH CONDER.

2 The Lord is King! who then shall dare
Resist His will, distrust His care,
Or murmur at His wise decrees,
Or doubt His royal promises?

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Not half so high His power hath spread
The starry heavens above our head,
As His rich love exceeds our praise,
Exceeds the highest hopes we raise.
3 Not half so far has nature placed
The rising morning from the west,
As His forgiving grace removes
The daily guilt of those He loves.

4 How slowly doth His wrath arise!
On swifter wings salvation flies;
And, if He lets His anger burn,
How soon His frowns to pity turn!

5 His everlasting love is sure
To all the saints, and shall endure;
From age to age
His truth shall reign,
Nor children's children hope in vain.

GERMANY. L. M.

Arr. from BEETHOVEN.

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1 BLESS, O my soul, the living God,
Call home thy thoughts that rove abroad;
Let all the powers within me join
In work and worship so divine.

2 Bless, O my soul, the God of grace;
His favors claim thy highest praise;
Why should the wonders He hath wrought
Be lost in silence and forgot?

3 'Tis He, my soul, that sent His Son
To die for crimes which thou hast done;
He owns the ransom, and forgives
The hourly follies of our lives.

ISAAC WATTS.

4 Let the whole earth His power confess;
Let the whole earth adore His grace;
The Gentile with the Jew shall join
In work and worship so divine.
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1 HIGH in the heavens, eternal God,
Thy goodness in full glory shines;
Thy truth shall break thro' every cloud
That veils and darkens Thy designs.
2 Forever firm Thy justice stands,

As mountains their foundations keep;
Wise are the wonders of Thy hands;
Thy judgments are a mighty deep.

3 Thy providence is kind and large;
Both man and beast Thy bounty share;
The whole creation is Thy charge,
But saints are Thy peculiar care.

JOHN NEEDHAM.

68 1 AWAKE, my tongue, thy tribute bring To Him who gave thee power to sing; Praise Him, who has all praise above, The Source of wisdom and of love. 2 How vast His knowledge! how profound! A depth where all our thoughts are drowned!

The stars He numbers, and their names
He gives to all those heavenly flames.
3 Thro' each bright world above, behold
Ten thousand thousand charms unfold;
Earth, air, and mighty seas combine,
To speak His wisdom all divine.

4 But in redemption, O what grace!
Its wonders, O what thought can trace!
Here wisdom shines forever bright;
Praise Him, my soul, with sweet delight.

To search the starry vault profound;
In vain would wing her flight sublime,
To find creation's utmost bound.

2 But weaker yet that thought must prove
To search Thy great eternal plan,
Thy sovereign counsels born of love
Long ages ere the world began.

3 When my dim reason would demand
Why that or this Thou dost ordain,
By some vast deep I seem to stand,
Whose secrets I must ask in vain.

4 When doubts disturb my troubled breast,
And all is dark as night to me,
Here, as on solid rock, I rest,

ROTHWELL. L. M.

J. HOLDROYD.

1 Mr God, my King, Thy various praise
Shall fill the remnant of my days;
Thy grace employ my humble tongue,
Till death and glory raise the song.
2 The wings of every hour shall bear
Some thankful tribute to Thine ear;
And every setting sun shall see
New works of duty, done for Thee.
3 Thy works with sovereign glory shine,
And speak Thy majesty divine;
Let every realm with joy proclaim
The sound and honor of Thy Name.

4 Let distant times and nations raise
The long succession of Thy praise
And unborn ages make my song
The joy and labor of their tongue.

5 But who can speak Thy wondrous deeds!
Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds;
Vast and unsearchable Thy ways,
Vast and immortal be Thy praise.

3 From age to age exalt His Name; God and His grace are still the same; He fills the hungry soul with food, And feeds the poor with every good.

4 He feeds and clothes us all the way, He guides our footsteps lest we stray, He guards us with a powerful hand, And brings us to the heavenly land.

5 O let the saints with joy record The truth and goodness of the Lord; How great His works! how kind His ways! Let every tongue pronounce His praise. 74

THOMAS BLACKLOCK.