NOTTINGHAM. C. M.

I. CLARK.

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4. These speak of Thee with loud acclaim;
They thunder forth Thy praise-
The glorious honor of Thy name,
The wonders of Thy ways.

5. But Thou art not in tempest-flame,
Nor in the solar blaze.

We hear Thy voice, when thunders roll
Through the wild fields of air.

6. The waves obey Thy dread control;
Yet still Thou art not there:
Where shall I find Him, O my soul!
Who yet is every where?

107. C. M.

CONDER.

1. GREAT God, how infinite art Thou!
What worthless worms are we!
Let the whole 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.

4. Our lives through various scenes are drawn,
And vexed with trifling cares;
While Thine eternal thoughts move on
Thine undisturbed affairs.

5. Great God, how infinite art Thou!
What worthless worms are we!
Let the whole race of creatures bow,
And pay their praise to Thee.

WATTS.

34.

ST. JOHN'S. C. M.

3

1. I sing th' al-might-y

1. I SING th' almighty 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. I sing the goodness of the Lord,

That filled the earth with food;

He formed the creatures with His word.
And then pronounced them good.

4. Lord! how Thy wonders are displayed Where'er I turn mine eye!

If I survey the ground I tread,
Or gaze upon the sky!

5. There's not a plant or flower below
But makes Thy glories known;
And clouds arise, and tempests blow,
By order from Thy throne.

6. Creatures that borrow life from Thee
Are subject to Thy care;
There's not a place where we can flee
But God is present there.

113. C. M.

WATTS.

2. Where'er I turn my gazing eyes,
Thy radiant footsteps shine;
Ten thousand pleasing wonders rise,
And speak their source divine.

3. On me Thy providence hath shone
With gentle, smiling rays;

Oh! let my lips and life make known
Thy goodness and Thy praise.

4. All-bounteous Lord! Thy grace impart; Oh! teach me to improve

Thy gifts, with ever-grateful heart,
And crown them with Thy love.

114. C. M.

MRS. STEELE,

1. How long, sometimes, a day appears!
And weeks, how long are they!
Months move on slow, as if the years
Would never pass away.

2. But even years are passing by,
And soon must all be gone;
For day by day, as minutes fly,
Eternity comes on.

3. Days, months, and years must have an end, Eternity has none;

'Twill always have as long to spend
As when it first begun.

4. Great God! a creature can not tell
How such a thing can be,

I only pray that I may dwell
That long, long time with Thee.

TAYLOR

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With cheerful

songs

De-clare his ways, And

let

his praise inspire your tongues.

115. H. M.

2. Enter His courts with joy; With fear address the Lord; He formed us with His hand,

And quickened by His word;

With wide command He spreads His sway, O'er every sea and every land.

3. His hands provide our food, And every blessing give; We feed upon His care,

And in His pastures live:

With cheerful songs declare His ways, And let His praise inspire your tongues.

4. Good is the Lord our God,

His truth and mercy sure;
While earth and heaven shall last,
His promises endure:

With wide command He spreads His sway,
O'er every sea and every land.

DWIGHT.

116. H. M.

1. COME, let us gladly sing

To God, our Saviour-King;
With thanks His presence seek,

In psalms His praises speak;
He 's God most high; let all draw nigh,
And crown Him-Lord of earth and sky.

2. He gave the mountains birth,
He made this spacious earth;
His are the sea and land-
They rose at His command:
With reverence all before Him fall,
And on His name devoutly call.

3. Come, kneel before His throne, For He is God alone; We are the flock he leads

The sheep His bounty feeds: To-day-to-day-His voice obey; Grieve not the Holy Ghost away.

HATFIELD.