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ATTRIBUTES OF GOD.
3 Amazing knowledge! vast and great!
HYMN 14. C. M. 
In vain my soul would try
The notice of thine eye.
My rising and my rest !
The secrets of my breast.
Before they're formed within ;
Thou know'st the sense I mean.
Where can a creature hide
Beset on every side.
And like a bulwark prove,
Secur'd by sovereign love.
HYMN 15. L. M. 
Praise him, who is all praise above,
HYMN 16. L. M. 
HYMN 17. C. M.
With songs of sacred praise ;
And kind are all his ways. 2 All nature owns his guardian care;
In him we live and move; But nobler benefits declare,
The wonders of his love. 3 He gave his well-beloved Son,
To ransom rebel worms; 'Tis here he makes his goodness known,
In its diviner forms.
And here our hope relies ;
When storms of trouble rise.
HYMN 18. L. M. INDULGENT Lord, thy goodness reigns Through all the wide, celestial plains; And thence in streams redundant flow, And cheer th' abodes of men below. 2 Thro' nature's works its glories shine ; The cares of providence are thine; And grace erects our ruined frame, A fairer temple to thy name. 3 O give to every human heart, To taste and feel how good thou art; With grateful love and holy fear, To know how blest thy children are. 4 Let nature burst into a song ; Ye echoing hills, the notes prolong;
Earth, seas, and stars, your anthems raise,
HYMN 19. L. M. 
HYMN 20. L. M. 
At once sprung forth the cheering light; The earth in beauty was arrayed,
All things his wondrous pow'r display'd. 2 Teeming with life, air, earth and sea,
Obey the Almighty's high decree; To every tribe he gives their food,
Then speaks the whole divinely good. 3 But to complete the wondrous plan,
From earth and dust he fashions man. In man the last, in man the best,
The Maker's image stands confess'd.
4 Lord, while thy glorious works I view,
Form thou my heart and soul anew; Here bid thy purest light to shine,
And beauty glow with charms divine.
HYMN 21. S. M.  MY soul, repeat his praise,
Whose mercies are so great; Whose anger is so slow to rise,
So ready to abate.
And when his strokes are felt,
And lighter than our guilt.
Above the ground we tread, So far the riches of his grace
Our highest thoughts exceed. 4 Our days are like the grass,
Or like the morning flower; If one sharp blast sweeps o'er the field,
It withers in an hour.
To endless years endure;
The words of promise sure.
HYMN 22. S. M. 
At whose supreme decree
Our souls sprang forth from thee. 2 For this thou hast design'd
And form'd us man for this;