2 His sovereign power, without our aid, Made us of clay, and formed us men; And when, like wandering sheep, we strayed,

He brought us to his fold again.

3 We are his people, we his care,

Our souls, and all our mortal frame:
What lasting honors shall we rear,
Almighty Maker, to thy name?

4 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs,
High as the heaven 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.

3.

Isaac Watts, 1719. Alt. by J. Wesley, 1741.

1 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 honors 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.

Isaac Watts, 1719

1 FOR thee, O God, our constant praise In Zion waits, thy chosen seat; Our promised altars we will raise, And there our zealous vows complete. 2 O thou, who to my humble prayer

Didst always bend thy listening ear, To thee shall all mankind repair, And at thy gracious throne appear. 3 Our sins, though numberless, in vain To stop thy flowing mercy try; Whilst thou o'erlook'st the guilty stain, And washest out the crimson dye.

4 Blest is the man, who, near thee placed, Within thy sacred dwelling lives! While we, at humbler distance, taste The vast delights thy temple gives.

5.

Tate and Brady, 1696.

PSALM 65.

L. M.

1 PRAISE, Lord, for thee in Zion waits;
Prayer shall besiege thy temple gates;
All flesh shall to thy throne repair,
And find, through Christ, salvation there.
2 Our spirits faint; our sins prevail;
Leave not our trembling hearts to fail:
O thou that hearest prayer, descend,
And still be found the sinner's friend.

3 How blest thy saints! how safely led!
How surely kept! how richly fed!
Saviour of all in earth and sea,
How happy they who rest in thee!
4 Thy hand sets fast the mighty hills,
Thy voice the troubled ocean stills!
Evening and morning hymn thy praise,
And earth thy bounty wide displays.

5 The year is with thy goodness crowned; Thy clouds drop wealth the world around; Through thee the deserts laugh and sing, And nature smiles and owns her king. 6 Lord, on our souls thy Spirit pour; The moral waste within restore; Oh let thy love our spring-tide be, And make us all bear fruit to thee. Henry Francis Lyte, 1834.

6.

PSALM 65.

L. M.

1 PRAISE waits in Zion, Lord, for thee;
There shall our vows be paid:
Thou hast an ear when sinners pray;
All flesh shall seek thine aid.

2 Lord, our iniquities prevail,

But pardoning grace is thine;

And thou wilt grant us power and skill
To conquer every sin.

3 Blest are the men whom thou wilt choose
To bring them near thy face;
Give them a dwelling in thy house,
To feast upon thy grace.

4 In answering what thy church requests. Thy truth and terror shine;

And works of dreadful righteousness
Full thy kind design.

5 Thus shall the wondering nations see
The Lord is good and just;

And distant islands fly to thee,
And make thy name their trust.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

L. M.

1 My soul, how lovely is the place
To which thy God resorts!
'Tis heaven to see his smiling face,
Though in his earthly courts.

2 There the great Monarch of the skies
His saving power displays,
And light breaks in upon our eyes
With kind and quickening rays.

3 With his rich gifts the heavenly Dove Descends and fills the place,

While Christ reveals his wond'rous love,
And sheds abroad his grace.

4 There, mighty God, thy words declare The secrets of thy will;

And still we seek thy mercy there,
And sing thy praises still.

5 My heart and flesh cry out for thee,
While far from thine abode;

When shall I tread thy courts, and see
My Saviour and my God?

8.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

PSALM 95.

C. M.

1 SING to the Lord Jehovalı's name,
And in his strength rejoice;
When his salvation is our theme,
Exalted be our voice.

2 With thanks, approach his awful sight, And psalms of honor sing;

The Lord's a God of boundless might,
The whole creation's King.

3 Come, and with humble souls adore,
Come, kneel before his face;
Oh, may the creatures of his power
Be children of his grace !

4 Now is the time: he bends his ear,
And waits for your request;

Come, lest he rouse his wrath, and swear 'Ye shall not see my rest.'

Isaac Watts, 1719.

5 The year is with thy goodness crowned;
Thy clouds drop wealth the world around;
Through thee the deserts laugh and sing,
And nature smiles and owns her king.
6 Lord, on our souls thy Spirit pour;
The moral waste within restore;
Oh let thy love our spring-tide be,
And make us all bear fruit to thee.
Henry Francis Lyte, 1834.

6.

PSALM 65.

L. M.

1 PRAISE waits in Zion, Lord, for thee;
There shall our vows be paid:
Thou hast an ear when sinners pray;
All flesh shall seek thine aid.

2 Lord, our iniquities prevail,

But pardoning grace is thine;

And thou wilt grant us power and skill
To conquer every sin.

3 Blest are the men whom thou wilt choose
To bring them near thy face;
Give them a dwelling in thy house,
To feast upon thy grace.

4 In answering what thy church requests. Thy truth and terror shine;

And works of dreadful righteousness
Full thy kind design.

5 Thus shall the wondering nations see
The Lord is good and just;
And distant islands fly to thec,

And make thy name their trust.

Isaac Watts. 1719.

1 My soul, how lovely is the place
To which thy God resorts!
'Tis heaven to see his smiling face,
Though in his earthly courts.