And while his conquering chariot wheels
Ascend the lofty skies,
Broken beneath his powerful cross,
Death's iron sceptre lies.
God's Sovereign Dominion.
1 ALMIGHTY GOD! thy powerful word
From nothing, all things brought;
Earth, seas, and skies, by thee their Lord,
With matchless skill were wrought.
2 By thee preserved, the whole remains
A proof of power divine;
And all, which this great whole contains,
By sovereign right is thine.
3 Sun, moon, and stars, thy views fulfil;
Through thee each planet rolls;
Earth, seas, and skies, obey thy will;
Thy power the world controls.
4 Thou over all art Lord supreme;
All else from thee derive;
No being can dispute thy claim,
Nor independent live.
5 To thee, and thee alone, we bow,
To thee alone would live;
All that we have to thee we owe,
Ourselves to thee we give.
6 Accept what now, with faith and love,
We to thy will resign;
And let thy grace preserve, improve,
And perfect, what is thine.
Praise to the Creator.
1 ALMIGHTY Maker, God!
How wondrous is thy name!
Thy glories how diffused abroad
Through all creation's frame!
Nature in every dress
Her humble homage pays;
And finds a thousand ways to express
Thine undissembled praise.
My soul would rise and sing
To her Creator too :
Fain would my tongue adore my King,
And pay the homage duc.
In joy, O let me spend
The remnant of my days!
And oft to God, my soul ascend
In grateful songs of praise!
The Christian Sabbath.
1 ANOTHER Six days work is done,
Another sabbath is begun :
Improve, my soul! the sacred rest,
And learn for ever to be blessed.
2 This day may our devotions rise.
As grateful incense, to the skies;
May heaven that peace divine bestow,
Which none, but they who feel it, know.
3 This holy calm within the breast,
Prepares for that eternal rest,
Which for the sons of God remains ;---
The end of cares, the end of pains.
4 With joy, great God, thy works we view,
In varied scenes, both old and new;
With praise we think on mercies past,
In hope, we future mercies taste.
5 In holy duties let the day,
In holy pleasures, pass away:
How sweet this sabbath thus to spend,
In hope of that which ne'er shall end!
God our Shepherd and Guardian. Ps. xxiii.
1 As the good shepherd gently leads
His wandering flocks to verdant meads,
Where winding rivers, soft and slow,
Amid the flowery landscape flow;
2 So God, the guardian of my soul,
Does all my erring steps control:
When lost in sin's perplexing maze,
He brings me back to virtue's ways.
3 Though I should journey through the plains Where death in all his horror reigns,
My steadfast heart no ill shall fear,
For thou, my God! art with me there.
4 Thine ever-watchful providence
Is my support and my defence:
With thee I am of all possessed,
And in thy favour, fully blessed.
5 O bounteous God! my future days
Shall be devoted to thy praise;
And in thy house, thy sacred name
And wondrous grace shall be my theme.
Commencement of Public Worship.
1 Ar the portals of thy house,
Lord! we leave our mortal cares;
Nobler thoughts our souls engage,
Songs of praise and fervent prayers:
Pure and contrite hearts alone,
Find acceptance at thy throne.
2 Hapless men, whose footsteps stray
From the temple of the Lord!
Teach them Zion's heavenly way,
To their feet thy light afford:
Let the world united join,
To extol thy love divine.
Praise from all Mankind. Ps. c.
1 BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne,
Ye nations! bow with sacred joy ;
Know that the Lord is God alone;
He can create, and he destroy.
2 His sovereign power, without our aid,
Made us of clay, and formed us men;
And when like wandering sheep we strayed,
He brought us to his fold again.
3 We are his people, we his care,
Our souls and all our mortal frame:
What lasting honours shall we rear,
Almighty Maker, to thy name!
4 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs,
High as the heavens our voices raisc;
And earth, with her ten thousand tongues,
Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.
- Wide as the world is thy command;
Vast as eternity thy love;
Firm as a rock thy truth must stand,
When rolling years shall cease to move.
8. 8, 8, 6 M.
Praise from all Nature. Ps. cxlviii.
1 BEGIN, my soul! the exalted lay;
Let each enraptured thought obey,
And praise the Almighty's name;
Let heaven, and earth, and seas, and skies,
In one melodious concert rise,
To swell the inspiring theme.
2 Thou heaven of heavens, his vast abode,
Ye clouds, proclaim your Maker, God;
Ye thunders, speak his power:
Lo! on the lightning's gleamy wing
In triumph rides the eternal King;
The astonished worlds adore.
3 Ye deeps, whose roaring billows rise
To join the thunder of the skies,
Praise him, who bids you roll;
His praise in softer notes declare,
Each whispering breeze of yielding air,
And breathe it to the soul.
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