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HYMN 116. L. M.
AY that kind wisdom, whose bright eye
Sees through events, and koows their end,
To my weak heart his favour lend. 2 Give me to feel as Jesus pray'd,
When on the cross he bleeding hung,
And, with their spite his bosom stung. 3 Till death he lov'd his foes, and said,
Father, forgive ; then groan'd, and died;
His mercy to their souls apply'd. 4 For such a heart and such a love,
Kind Lord, I raise my soul to thee;
HYMN 117. P. M.
Your Maker's praises sing;
To heaven's eternal King.
Salvation, to the world's far ends. 2 Give glory to the Lord,
Ye kindreds of the earth;
And shew his wonders forth,
And every heart adores his name. 3 The Lord unrivallid reigns ;
He spread the hear'ns abroad,
His band the world sustains ;
O, fear th' Almighty God!
Which calld the world from ancient night. 4 'Tis He, the mountains crowns
With forests waving wide ;
Acd heaves her roaring tide ;
Or breathes the zephyr o'er the plain. 5 Still let the waters roar,
As round the earth they roll;
They sound, frem pole to pole. 'Tis Nature's wild unconscious soog
O'er thousand waves, that floats along. 6 His praise, ye worlds op high, Display, with all
with all your spheres, Amid the darksome sky,
When silent pight appears. 0, let his works declare his name, Through all the universal frame. H. BALLOU, 2d.
HYMN 118. P. M.
To sing the choicest hymns of praise,
And all his nighty works proclaim.
And here Jehovali's name is known :
Our Maker is our God alone,
3 He fram'd the globe, he built the sky,
And reigns complete in glory there :
His temple, how divinely fair!
And distant nations fear his name :
Praise ye the Lord.
Earth, to his praise the note prolong,
And man's whole race his wooders own. 2 Great is the Lord, and great bis praise ;
What god like him our fear can raise ?
Created first, and then ador'd. 3 Let every people, every tribe,
Power, glory, strength, to him ascribe ;
Oft to his courts your way pursue. 4 Before the beauty of bis shrine,
Ye saints, in low prostration join ;
HYMN 120. P. M.
A song unto God; how lovely his praise !
2 His breath is your life, your reason a ray
Effus'd from his light to guide all your way;
And wipes away tears from the penitent's eyes. 3 Dash down your false gods of silver and stone ;
Him worship who made earth and beav'n alone;
Flee, flee from perdition, obey him and live. 4 O Father of men ! in mercy command
The gospel to shine on all human land;
HYMN 121. C. M.
And in bis strength rejoice:
Exalted be our voice.
And songs of honour sing:
The whole creation's King.
How mean their oatures seem; Those gods on high, and gods below,
When once compar'd with Him.
Lies in his spacious hand ;
And wbere the bills must stand.
Come, kneel before bis face : 0 may
the creatures of his power Be children of his grace !
HYMN 122." S. M.
The same subject.
And hymns of glory sing ;
The universal King. 2 He form'd the deeps unknown ;
gave the seas their bound; The wat'ry worlds are all his own,
And all the solid ground.
Come, bow before the Lord;
He form'd us by his word. 4 To-day attend bis voice,
Nor dare provoke bis rod;
Humble Adoration. HOLY
OLY, holy, holy Lord !
Be thy glorious pame ador’d Lord ! thy mercies never fail;
Hail, celestial goodness, hail !
Deign our humble soogs to hear;
When around thy throne we sing. 3 There no tongue shall silent be ;
All shall join in harmony;
Praise to thee may ever sound. 4 Lord! thy mercies never fail j
Hail, celestial goodness, hail !