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În presenting this collection of hymns to the Wesleyan Methodist Connection, and the public, the Publisher deems it proper to advert to the process by which it has been brought into existence. At the organization of the Connection, which was by a Convention held at Utica, New York, May, 1843, there was an understanding that a Hymn Book would soon be issued suited to the wants of the Connection ; and the expectation thus created led to such pressing calls for the book from different sections of the country, that the Publisher was led to put it to press without bestowing upon it that amount of labor necessary to make the work what it was desired it should be.
The first General Conference which assembled in Cleveland, Ohio, October, 1844, wishing fully to meet the wants of the Connection, ordered a new book to be compiled and published. To ensure a faithful execution of their design, the Conference appointed the Rev. Cyrus PRINDLE to compile the work, and prepare it for the press. It has been a work of much labor and difficulty, and of the ability and fidelity with which he has discharged the responsibilities committed to him, the work itself furnishes the best possible proof. It is a collection of hymns thus officially originated that the Publisher now présents to the Connection and the public.
The following are the principal points in which the present book is an improvement upon the for
First, it contains a greater number and better variety of hymns ; secondly, the hymns are more perfectly classified and arranged ; thirdly, the typographical errors which occurred in the former book, have been avoided in this ; fourthly, the Index has been improved by rendering it more perfectly alphabetical, and by giving the metre of each hymn in the Index.
The Publisher feels confident that in presenting the present volume to the Connection, from which to sing the high praises of God, he offers them a work not surpassed by any of the kind yet published. He will only add, that it is his most fervent prayer that those who shall sing the praises of God from this book, may do it with clean hands, pure minds, and fervent spirits, making melody in their hearts to the Lord.
New York, July 1, 1845.
ATTRIBUTES OF GOD.
HYMN 1. L. M.  ETERNAL Power, whose high abode Becomes the grandeur of a God; Infinite lengths, beyond the bounds Where stars revolve their little rounds: 2 Thee, while the first archangel sings, He hides his face behind his wings: And ranks of shining thrones around Fall worshipping, and spread the ground. 3 Lord, what shall earth and ashes do? We would adore our Maker' too ! From sin and dust to thee we cry, The Great, the Holy, and the High! 4 Earth from afar hath heard thy fame, And worms have learnt to lisp thy name; But oh! the glories of thy mind Leave all our soaring thoughts behind ! 5 God is in heaven, and men below: Be short our tunes; our words be few ! A solemn reverence checks our songs, And praise sits silent on our tongues.
HYMN 2. C. M. 
How high thy wonders rise !
By thousands through the skies:
Their motions speak thy skill; And on the wings of every hour
We read thy patience still.
On all thy creatures writ;
Or impress of thy feet:
To save rebellious worms,
In their divinest forms -
Nor dares a creature guess,
The justice or the grace:
Adorn the heavenly plains;
And try their choicest strains.
In that immortal song!
And love command my tongue,
Who sweetly all agree
Eternal glory be.
HYMN 3. L. M. [368.] WHERE can we hide, or whither fly, Lord, to escape thy piercing eye? With thee it is not day and night, But darkness shineth as the light. 2 Where'er we go, whate'er pursue, Our ways are open to thy view; Our motives read, our thoughts explored, Our hearts revealed to thee, O Lord. 3 Is there, throughout all worlds, one spot, One lonely wild, where thou art not? The hosts of heaven enjoy thy care, And those of hell know thou art there 4 Awake, asleep, where none intrude, Or ’midst the thronging multitude, In every land, on every sea, We are surrounded still with thee.
HYMN 4. C. M.  ETERNAL Wisdom! thee we praise,
Thee the creation sings; With thy lov'd name, rocks, hills and seas
And heaven's high palace rings. 2 Thy hand, how wide it spreads the sky,
How glorious to behold!
And starr'd with sparkling gold. 3 There thou hast bid the globes of light
Their endless circuits run ;
The day obeys the sun.
On clouds and storms below;