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168. c. M.
The power and majesty of God celebrated.
1. With reverence let the saints appear
And bow before the Lord, His high commands with reverence hear, And tremble at his word.
2. How terrible thy glories be!
How bright thine armies shine! Where is the power that vies with thee? Or truth compared with thine?
3. The northern pole and southern rest
On thy supporting hand; Darkness and day, from east to west, Move round at thy command.
4. Thy words the raging winds control,
And rule the boisterous deep; Thou bidst the sleeping billows roll, The rolling billows sleep.
5. Justice and judgement are thy throne,
Yet wondrous is thy grace; While truth and mercy join'd in one
Invite us near thy face.
169. C. M.
1. Aminst the heavenly powers sublime
God's throne is fixt on high, And through eternity he hears The praises of the sky.
2. Yet, looking down, he visits oft
The humble, hallow'd cell, And with the penitent who mourns 'Tis his delight to dwell :
The sorrowful to cheer,
Against the human race: The men whom he has form’d shall find
A refuge in his grace.
170. P. M.
1. Mighty God! while angels bless thee,
May an infant lisp thy name? Lord of men as well as angels,
Thou art every creature's theme.
2. Lord of every land and nation,
Ancient of eternal days! Sounded through the wide creation Be thy just and lawful praise :
3. For the grandeur of thy nature,
Grand beyond a seraph's thought; For created works of
power, Works with skill and kindness wrought:
4. For thy providence, that governs
Through thine empire's wide domain, Wings an angel, guides a sparrow, Blessed be thy gentle reign.
5. But thy rich, thy free redemption,
Dark through brightness all along; Thought is poor, and poor expression: Who dare sing that awful song?
171. C. M. God approached with awe and reverence.
1. ETERNAL power, almighty God,
Who can approach thy throne ? Accessless light is thine abode, To angel eyes unknown.
2. Before the radiance of thine eye
The heavens no longer shine, And all the glories of the sky
Are but the shade of thine,
3. How strange, how awful is thy love!
With trembling we adore : Not all the exalted minds above Its wonders can explore.
4. While golden harps and angel tongues
Resound immortal lays,
172. C. M.
1. BLEST is the nation where the Lord
Hath fixt his gracious throne; Where he reveals his heavenly word, And calls their tribes his own.
2. His eye with infinite survey
Does the whole world behold; He form'd us all of equal clay, And knows our feeble mould.
Of armies from the grave;
To hope for safety thence; But holy souls from God obtain
A strong and sure defence.
5. God is their fear, and God their trust,
When plagues or famine spread; His watchful eye secures the just Among ten thousand dead.
6. Lord, let our hearts in thee rejoice,
And bless us from thy throne; For we have made thy word our choice, And trust thy grace alone.
173. P. M.
God is the tower