YE nations round the earth, rejoice Before the Lord, your sovereign king: Serve him with cheerful heart and voice, With all your tongues his glory sing.

2.

The Lord is God: 'tis he alone
Doth life and breath and being give:
We are his work, and not our own,
The sheep that on his pastures live.

3.

Enter his gates with songs of joy,
With praises to his courts repair;
And make it your divine employ
To pay your thanks and honours there.

4.

The Lord is good, the Lord is kind,
Great is his grace, his mercy sure;
And the whole race of man shall find,
His truth from age to age endure.

48. L. M. WATTS.

Praise from all mankind.

1.

BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne,
Ye nations, bow with sacred joy :
Know that the Lord is God alone;
He can create, and he destroy.

2.

His sovereign power, without our aid, Made us of clay, and form'd us men ; And when like wandering sheep we stray'd, He brought us to his fold again.

3.

We are his people, we his care,
Our souls and all our mortal frame.
What lasting honours shall we rear,
Almighty Maker, to thy name?

4.

We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs, High as the heavens our voices raise; And earth with her ten thousand tongues Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.

5.

Wide as the world is thy command,
Vast as eternity thy love;

Firm as a rock thy truth must stand,
When rolling years shall cease to move.

49. P. M.

MRS. BARBAULD.

Praise to the One Creator.

1.

JEHOVAH reigns! let every nation hear, And at his footstool bow with holy fear: Jehovah reigns unbounded and alone, And all creation hangs beneath his throne: He reigns alone; let no inferior nature Usurp, or share, the throne of the Creator.

2.

This goodly world, the creature of a day, Though built by God's right hand, must pass away,

And long oblivion creep o'er mortal things, The fate of empires, and the pride of kings: Eternal night shall veil their proudest story, And drop the curtain o'er all human glory.

But fixt, O God, for ever stands thy throne! Jehovah reigns, a universe alone!

Th' eternal fire that feeds each vital flame, Collected or diffused is still the same: He dwells within his own unfathom'd

essence,

And fills all space with his unbounded presence.

4.

But oh! our highest notes the theme debase,

And silence is our least injurious praise.

Cease, cease your songs, the daring flight control,

Revere him in the stillness of the soul: With silent duty meekly bend before him, And deep within your inmost hearts adore him.

50. P. M. WATTS. Praise to the true God.

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 heathens know,
His wonders to the nations show,
And all his mighty works proclaim.

2.

The heathens know thy glory, Lord;
The wondering nations read thy word;
In Britain is Jehovah known:
Our worship shall no more be paid
To gods which mortal hands have made;
Our Maker is our God alone.

3.

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

4.

Come the great day, the glorious hour, When earth shall feel his saving power, And barbarous nations fear his name!

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Then shall the race of men confess
The beauty of his holiness,

And in his courts his grace proclaim.

AWAKE, ye saints, to praise your King,
Your noblest passions raise;
Your pious pleasure, while you sing,
Increasing with the praise.

2.

Great is the Lord; and works unknown
Are his divine employ :

Our souls shall bow before his throne
With reverence and with joy.

3.

Heaven, earth, and sea confess his hand;
He bids the vapours rise:
Lightning and storm, at his command,
Sweep through the sounding skies.

4.

O Britain, know the living God,
Serve him with faith and fear;
He makes thy churches his abode,
And claims thine honours there.

52. P. M.

MERRICK.

Praise to God, the sovereign king.

1.

LIFT your voice, and joyful sing
Praise to your eternal King;