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HYMN 116. L. M.

Prayer. MAY

AY that kind wisdom, whose bright eye

Sees through events, and koows their end,
Whose tender mercies never die,

To my weak heart his favour lend. 2 Give me to feel as Jesus pray'd,

When on the cross he bleeding hung,
When all his foes their wrath display'd,

And, with their spite his bosom stung. 3 Till death he lov'd his foes, and said,

Father, forgive ; then groan'd, and died;
And when arisen from the dead,

His mercy to their souls apply'd. 4 For such a heart and such a love,

Kind Lord, I raise my soul to thee;
O pour thy spirit from above,
That I

may
like
my
Saviour be.

H. BALLO.

HYMN 117. P. M.
A Paraphrasę zn the XCV Ith Psalm.
E realics below the skies,

Your Maker's praises sing;
Let boundless honours rise,

To heaven's eternal King.
0, bless his name, whose love extends

Salvation, to the world's far ends. 2 Give glory to the Lord,

Ye kindreds of the earth;
His sovereign power record,

And shew his wonders forth,
Till heathen tongues his grace proclaim,

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!
O, praise and fear ib' eternal might,

Which calld the world from ancient night. 4 'Tis He, the mountains crowns

With forests waving wide ;
'Tis He old ocean bounds,

Acd heaves her roaring tide ;
He swells the tempests on the main,

Or breathes the zephyr o'er the plain. 5 Still let the waters roar,

As round the earth they roll;
His praise, forevermore

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.
Praise to God the universal Sovereign.
ET all the eartb their voices raise,

To sing the choicest hymns of praise,
To magnify Jehovah's name:
His glory let the heathens koow,
His wonders to the nations show,

And all his nighty works proclaim.
2. The heathens know thy glory, Lord !
The wond’ring nations read thy word ;

And here Jehovali's name is known :
Our worship dever shall be paid
To gods which mortal hands have made ;

Our Maker is our God alone,

3 He fram'd the globe, he built the sky,
He made the shining worlds on high,

And reigns complete in glory there :
His robes 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 distant nations fear his name :
Then shall the race of man confess
The beauty of his holiness,
And in bis courts his grace proclaim.

WATTS.
HYMN 119. L. M.

Praise ye the Lord.
SING to the Lord a joyful song

Earth, to his praise the note prolong,
Till realms romote his acts have known,

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 ?
Not such as heathen lands afford,

Created first, and then ador'd. 3 Let every people, every tribe,

Power, glory, strength, to him ascribe ;
Yield to his name the honours due ;

Oft to his courts your way pursue. 4 Before the beauty of bis shrine,

Ye saints, in low prostration join ;
Ye patives of each distant shore,
His
power revere ; bis
name adore.

MERRICK.

HYMN 120. P. M.
The God and Father of Christ to be praised.
O COME, all ye sons of Adam, and raise

A song unto God; how lovely his praise !
Adore him who reigns in his glory above,
And fills the wide earth with his tokens of love.

2 His breath is your life, your reason a ray

Effus'd from his light to guide all your way;
He heals your diseases, your wants he supplies,

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;
His prophet, his son, his salvation receive ;

Flee, flee from perdition, obey him and live. 4 O Father of men ! in mercy command

The gospel to shine on all human land;
That far as the sun e'er diffuses his flame,
Thy praises may rise in Messiah's great dame.

Warrington Coll.

HYMN 121. C. M.

Reverential worship.
SING
SING to the Lord Jehoval's oame,

And in bis strength rejoice:
When his salvation is our theme,

Exalted be our voice.
2 With thanks approach his awful sight,

And songs of honour sing:
The Lord's a God of bouodless might,

The whole creation's King.
3 Let princes hear, let angels know,

How mean their oatures seem; Those gods on high, and gods below,

When once compar'd with Him.
4 Earth with its caverns dark and deep,

Lies in his spacious hand ;
He fix'd the sea what bounds to keep,

And wbere the bills must stand.
5 Come, and with bumble souls adore;

Come, kneel before bis face : 0 may

the creatures of his power Be children of his grace !

WATTS.

COMI

HYMN 122." S. M.

The same subject.
YOME, sound his praise abroad,

And hymns of glory sing ;
Jebovah is the mighty God,

The universal King. 2 He form'd the deeps unknown ;

He

gave the seas their bound; The wat'ry worlds are all his own,

And all the solid ground.
3 Come, worship at his throne;

Come, bow before the Lord;
We are his work, and not our own,

He form'd us by his word. 4 To-day attend bis voice,

Nor dare provoke bis rod;
Come, like the people of his choice,
And own your gracious God.

WATTS.
HYMN 123. P. M.

Humble Adoration. HOLY

OLY, holy, holy Lord !

Be thy glorious pame ador’d Lord ! thy mercies never fail;

Hail, celestial goodness, hail !
2 Though unworthy, Lord, thine ear,

Deign our humble soogs to hear;
Purer praise we hope to bring,

When around thy throne we sing. 3 There no tongue shall silent be ;

All shall join in harmony;
That through beaven's capacious round,

Praise to thee may ever sound. 4 Lord! thy mercies never fail j

Hail, celestial goodness, hail !
Holy, holy, holy Lord !
Be thy glorious name ador'd. Salisbury Coll.

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