12.

The Worship of God to be Universal.

1

LET all the earth their voices raise
To sing the choicest psalm of praise,
To sing and bless Jehovah's name :
His glory let the heathen know;
His wonders to the nations show,
And all his saving works proclaim.

2

He fram'd the globe, he built the sky;
He made the shining worlds on high
And reigns complete in glory there:
His robes are majesty and light;
His splendour how divinely bright!
His temple how divinely fair!

3

Come the great day, the glorious hour,
When earth shall feel his saving power,
And every nation fear his name:
Then shall the race of man confess
The beauty of his holiness,

And in his courts his grace proclaim.

13.

Call to Worship.

YE nations, praise the Lord, Each with a different tongue; In every language learn his word, And let his name be sung.

2

While angels sound his praise, Let mortals learn their strains : Let all the earth his honours raise; O'er all the earth he reigns.

3

Praise him with awe profound;
Let knowledge lead the song;
Nor mock him with a solemn sound
Upon a thoughtless tongue.

4

Far be his honour spread;

And let his praise endure,

Till morning light and evening shade
Shall be exchang'd no more.

14.

Jehovah alone to be worshipped by all Mankind.

1

THY name, Jehovah! God alone,

Shall sound through distant lands: Great is thy grace, and sure thy word; Thy truth for ever stands.

2

Thy boundless wisdom, matchless power,
The heathen shall adore;

Their long-misguided prayer and praise,
To thee, O God, restore.

3

All shall confess thy sway, and learn
The gospel of thy Son;

All own that thou art God supreme,
And worship thee alone.

4

To thee let every tongue be praise,
And every heart be love;
All grateful honours paid on earth,
And nobler songs above.

15.

Acceptable Worship.

1

WHEREWITH shall I approach the Lord,
And bow before his throne?

How shall I seek his kind regard,
And for my guilt atone?

2

Shall altars flame, and victims bleed,
And spicy fumes ascend?

Will these my earnest wish succeed,
And make my God my friend?
3

Let no such hopes my soul delude;
Such pompous rites are vain :
My God hath shown me what is good,
And how his love to gain.

4

To men, their rights I must allow,
And proofs of mercy give;

To God, with humble reverence bow,
And to his glory live.

5

Hands that are clean, and hearts sincere,

He never will despise ;

And cheerful duty will prefer

To costly sacrifice.

16.

God to be worshipped in Spirit and in Truth.

1

GOD is a Spirit, just and wise;

He sees our inmost mind:

In vain to heaven we raise our cries,
And leave our souls behind.

2

Nothing but truth before his throne
With favour can appear;
The formal and the false are known
Through the disguise they wear.

3

Their lifted eyes salute the skies,
Their bending knees, the ground;

But God abhors the sacrifice
Where not the heart is found.

4

Lord! search my thoughts, and try my ways,
And make my heart sincere :
Then shall I stand before thy face,
And find acceptance there.

17.

The Worship of the Heart.

1

THE heaven of heavens cannot contain
The universal Lord;

Yet he, in humble hearts, will deign
To dwell and be ador'd.

2

Where'er ascends the sacrifice
Of fervent praise and prayer,-
Or on the earth, or in the skies,-
The abode of God is there.

3

His presence is diffus'd abroad,

Through realms, through worlds, unknown: Who seeks the mercies of his God, Is ever near his throne.

18.

The Lord's Day.

1

AGAIN the Lord of life and light
Awakes the kindling ray;
Unseals the eyelids of the morn,
And pours increasing day.

2

Oh what a night was that, which wrapp'd
The heathen world in gloom!

Oh what a sun, which broke, this day,
Triumphant from the tomb!

3

This day be grateful homage paid,
And loud hosannas sung:
Let gladness dwell in every heart,
And praise on every tongue.
4

Ten thousand differing lips shall join
To hail this welcome morn,
Which scatters blessings from its wings
To nations yet unborn.

19.

The Lord's Day.

1

AGAIN our weekly labours end,
And we the sabbath's call attend;
Improve, my soul, the sacred rest,
And learn for ever to be blest.

2

This day may our devotions rise
To heaven-a grateful sacrifice;
And 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, and toils, and pains.

4

Creation's wonders, Lord, we view
With sacred joy-the old, the new ;
Thankful, reflect on blessings past,
While hope gives future to our 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!