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Let heaven and earth, and seas and skies,
In one melodious concert rise,

To swell th' inspiring theme.
2 Ye angels, catch the thrilling sound,
While all th' adoring thrones around

His boundless mercy sing;
Let ev'ry list’ning saint above
Wake all the tuneful soul of love,

And touch the sweetest string.
3 Whate'er this living world contains,
That wings the air, or treads the plains,

United praise bestow';
Ye tenants of the ocean wide,
Proclaim him through the mighty tide,

And in the deeps below.
4 Let man, by nobler passions sway'd,
The feeling heart, the judging head,

In heavenly praisc employ; Spread HIS tremendous Name around, While heaven's broad arch rings back the sound,

Tne gen'ral burst of joy.

IL 1.

HYMN 6.

Psalm cxlviii.
Praise from the Elements and Worlds,
| YE fields of light, celestial plains,
Where pure, serene effulgence reigns,

Ye scenes divinely fair,
Your Maker's wondrous pow'r proclaim,
Tell how he form'd your shining frame,

And breath'd the fluid air.
2 Join, all ye stars, the vocal choir;
Thou dazzling orb of liquid fire

The mighty chorus aid;
And, soon as ev’ning veils the plain,
Thou moon, prolong the hallow'd strain,

And praise him in the shade.
3 Thou heav'n of heav'ns, his vast abode,
Proclaim the glories of thy God;

Ye worlds, declare his might;
He spake the word, and ye were made,
Darkness and dismal chaos fled,

And nature sprung to light.
4 Let every element rejoice;
Ye thunders, burst with awful voice
To him who bids you roll;

(I. M.)

His praise in softer notes declare,
Each whisp'ring breeze of yielding air,
And breathe it to the soul.

HYMN 7.

Psalm xix.
1 THE spacious firmament on high,

With all the blue ethereal sky,
And spangled heav'ns, a shining frame,

Their great Original proclaim.
2 Th’unwearied sun, from day to day,

Does his Creator's pow'r display,
And publishes to every land

The work of an Almighty hand.
3 Soon as the ev’ning shades prevail,

The moon takes up the wondrous tale;
And, nightly, to the list'ning earth,

Repeats the story of her birth;
4 Whilst all the stars that round her burn,

And all the planets in their turn,
Confirm the tidings as they roll,

And spread the truth from pole to pole. 5 What though in solemn silence all

Move round this dark terrestrial ball;
What though no real voice nor sound

Amidst their radiant orbs be found; 6 In reason's ear they all rejoice,

And utter forth a glorious voice,
For ever singing as they shine,
66 The hand that made us is divine,"

(L. M.)

III. PROVIDENCE.

HYMN 8.
1 ETERNAL source of every joy!

Well may thy praise our lips employ,
While in thy temple we appear,

To hail thee, sov’reign of the year, 2 Wide as the wheels of nature roll,

Thy hand supports and guides the who.e:
The sun is taught by thee to rise,

And darkness when to veil the skies, 3 The flow'ry spring at thy command,

Perfumes the air, and paints the land;
The summer rays with vigour shine
To raise the corn and cheer the vine.

4 Thy hand autumn richly pours

Through all our coasts redundant stores;
And winters, soften'd by thy care,

No more the face of horror wear.
5 Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days,

Demand successive songs of praise;
And be the grateful homage paid,

With morning light and ev’ning shade, 6 Here in thy house let incense rise,

And circling sabbaths bless our eyes,
Till to those lofty heights we soar,
Where days and years revolve no more.
HYMN 9,

(IL 2) Psalm xxiii. 1 THE Lord my pasture shall prepare,

And feed me with a shepherd's care;
His presence shall my wants supply,
And guard me with a watchful eye;
My noon-day walks he shall attend,

And all my midnight hours defend. 2 When in the sultry glebe I faint,

Or on the thirsty mountain pant,
To fertile vales and dewy meads
My weary wand'ring steps he leads,
Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow,

Amid the verdant landscape flow.
3 Though in the paths of death I tread,

With gloomy horrors overspread
My steadfast heart shall fear no ill,
For thou, O Lord, art with me still:
Thy friendly crook shall give me aid,
And guide me through the dreadful shade.
HYMN 10.

(C. M.) 1 WHEN all thy mercies, O my God,

My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view I'm lost

In wonder, love, and praise !
2 O how shall words with equal warmth

The gratitude declare,
That glows within my ravish'd heart!

But thou canst read it there.
8 Thy providence my life sustain'd,

And all my wants redrest,
When in the silent womb I lay,

And hung upon the breast.

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4 To all my weak complaints and cries

Thy mercy lent an ear,
E'er yet my feeble thoughts had learnt

To form themselves in prayer.
5 Unnumber'd comforts to my soul

Thy tender care bestow'd,
Before my infant heart conceiv'd

From whom those comforts flow'd.
6 When in the slipp'ry paths of youth

With heedless steps I ran,
Thine arm, unseen, convey'd me safe,

And led me up to man.
7 Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths

It gently clear'd my way,
And through the pleasing snares of vice,

More to be fear'd than they.
8 When worn with sickness, oft hast thou

With health renew'd my face;
And, when in sins and sorrows sunk,

Reviv'd my soul with grace.
9 Thy bounteous hand with worldly bļiss

Has made my cup run o'er;
And in a kind and faithful friend

Has doubled all my store.
10 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts

My daily thanks employ;
Nor is the least a cheerful heart,

That tastes those gifts with joy.
11 Through every period of my life

Thy goodness I'll pursue;
And after death, in distant worlds,

The glorious theme renew.
12 When nature fails, and day and night

Divide thy works no more,
My ever grateful heart, O Lord,

Thy mercy shall adore,
13 Through all eternity, to thee,

A joyful song I'll raise;
But oh! eternity's too short
To utter all thy praise.
HYMN 11.

(IIL L) Psalm xxxi. 15.

My times are in thy hand.
I SOV'REIGN Ruler of the skies,
Ever gracious, ever wise,

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(C. M.)

All our times are in thy hand,

All events at thy command.
2 He that form'd us in the womb,

He shall guide us to the tomb;
All our ways shall ever be

Order'd by his wise decree.
3 Times of sickness, times of health,

Blighting want, and cheerful wealth,
All our pleasures, all our pains,

Come, and end, as God ordains. 4 May we always own thy hand,

Still to thee surrender'd stand,
Know that thou art God alone,
We and ours are all thy own!

HYMN 12.
1 GOD moves in a mysterious way

His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea,

And rides upon the storm. 2 Deep in unfathomable mines,

With never failing skill,
He treasures up his bright designs,

And works his gracious will.
3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take,

The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break

In blessings on your head.
4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust him for his

grace: Behind a frowning providence

He hides a smiling face.
5 His purposes will ripen fast,

Unfolding every hour:
The bud may have a bitter taste,

But sweet will be the flow'r. 6 Blind unbelief is sure to err,

And scan his work in vain:
God is his own interpreter,

And he will make it plain.

(S. M.

IV. REDEMPTION.

HYMN 13.

Job. ix. 2–6. I AH, how shall fallen man

Be just before his God!

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