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HERMON. C. M.

L. MASON.

1 Rejoice, ye righteous, in the Lord ;

This work belongs to you:
Sing of his name, his ways, his word,

How holy, just and true!
2 By his creative word of might,

The heavenly arch was reared, And all the beauteous hosts of light

At his command appeared.
3 He bade the mighty waters flow

To their appointed deep;
The swelling seas their limits know,

And their own stations keep.
4 His works of nature and of grace,

Reveal his wondrous name;
His mercy and his righteousness,

Let heaven and earth proclaim.

I. WATTS.

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1 I sing the mighty power of God,

That made the mountains rise ;
That spread the flowing seas abroad,

And built the lofty skies. 2 I sing the wisdom that ordained

The sun to rule the day ; · The moon shines full at his command,

And all the stars obey.
3 There's not a plant or flower below,

But makes thy glories known ;
And clouds arise, and tempests blow,

By order from thy throne.

1 The works of God, above, below,

Within us and around,
Are pages in a book, to show

How God himself is found.
2 The glorious sky, embracing all,

Is like the Maker's love, Wherewith encompassed great and small

In peace and order move.
3 Thou who hast given us eyes to see

And love this sight so fair,
Give us a heart to find out thee,
And read thee everywhere.

J. KEBLE. 172 1 Great God, how infinite art thou !

What worthless worms are we,
Let all the race of creatures bow,

And pay their praise to thee. 2 Thy throne eternal ages stood,

Ere seas or stars were made ;
Thou art the ever-living God,

Were all the nations dead. 3 Eternity, with all its years,

Stands present in thy view ;
To thee there's nothing old appears ;

Great God, there's nothing new.

I. WATTS.

W. YOAKLEY.

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1 Our God is good, and he is great ;

Around his throne the angels wait;
He made the sun, with beams so bright,
He made the moon which shines by night,
The glittering skies, that look so fair,

With every star that sparkles there. 2 The mountains and the rocks he made,

And all the hills in order laid ;
He poured the water in the seas,
He made the grass, the herbs, the trees,
The valleys and the fields so fair,
And every flower that blossoms there.

3 The lion and the tiger bold,

The sheep and cattle of the fold,
The little birds that sweetly sing,
The insect with its beauteous wing,
The fishes,- all we see that's fair
Or good, — he made, and placed them

there. 174 1 Thy glory, Lord, the heavens declare ;

The firmament displays thy skill ; The changing clouds, the viewless air,

Tempest and calm, thy word fulfil ;
Day unto day doth utter speech,
And night to night thy knowledge teach.

2 Though voice nor sound inform the ear,

Well known the language of their song, When, one by one, the stars appear,

Led by the silent moon along ;
Till round the earth, from all the sky

Thy beauty beams on every eye. 3 Waked by thy touch, the morning sun

Comes like a bridegroom from his And, like a giant, glad to run [bower,

His bright career with speed and power: Thy flaming messenger, to dart Life through the depth of nature's heart.

J. MONTGOMERY. 175 1 Thou art, O God, the life and light

Of all this wondrous world we see;
Its glow by day, its smile by night,

Are but reflections caught from thee; Where'er we turn, thy glories shine,

And all things fair and bright are thine. 2 When night, with wings of starry gloor,

O'ershadows all the earth and skies, Like some dark, beauteous bird, whose

plume Is sparkling with unnumbered eyes, That sacred gloom, those fires divine, So grand, so countless, Lord, are thine.

MOORE.

1 God moves in a mysterious way,

His wonders to perform ;
He plants his footsteps in the sea,

And rides upon the storm. 2 Deep in unfathomable mines

Of never-failing skill,
He treasures up his bright designs,

And works his sov'reign will. 3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take ;

The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break

In blessings on your head. 4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,

But trust him for his grace ;
Behind a frowning providence

He hides a smiling face.
5 His purposes will ripen fast,

Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,

But sweet will be the flower.

2 God reigns on high, but ne'er confines

His goodness to the skies ; [shines, Through the whole earth his bounty

And every want supplies. 3 With longing eyes, thy creatures wait

On thee for daily food ; Thy liberal hand provides their meat,

And fills their mouth with good. 4 How kind are thy compassions, Lord ;

How slow thine anger moves ! But soon he sends his pardoning word

To cheer the soul he loves.

I. WATTS.

6 Blind unbelief is sure to err,

And scan his work in vain ; God is his own interpreter,

And he will make it plain.

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1 Since all the varying scenes of time

God's watchful eye surveys,
O, who so wise to choose our lot,

Or to appoint our ways! 2 Good when hegives,--supremely good,

Nor less when he denies ;
E'en crosses, from his sovereign hand,

Are blessings in disguise. 3 Why should we doubt a Father's love,

So constant and so kind ? To his unerring, gracious will

Be every wish resigned. 4 In thy fair book of life divine,

My God, inscribe my name ; There it fill some humble place,

Beneath my Lord, the Lamb.

W. CowPER,

177 1 Sweet is the memory of thy grace,

My God, my heavenly King ;

age to age thy righteousness In psalms of glory sing.

HERVEY.