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HYMN 124. L. M.
TITH one consent, let all the earth
To God their cheerful voices raise ;
And sing before him songs of praise. 2 Convinc'd that he is God alone,
From whom both we and all proceed ;
The flock that he vouchsafes to feed. 30! enter, then, his temple gate,
Thence to his courts devoutly press ;
And still his name with praises bless!
is for ever sure ; His truth, which always firmly stood, To endless ages shall endure.
HYMN 125. L. M.
Praise to our Creator. Ps. C.
Ye nations, bow with sacred joy ;
He can create, and he destroy.
Made us of clay, and form'd us men;
He brought us to his fold again. 3 We are his people, we
care, Our souls and all our mortal frame; What lasting honours shall we rear,
Almighty Maker, to thy name! 4 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs,
High as the heavens our voices raise ;
5 Wide as the world is thy command;
Vast as eternity thy love ;
HYMN 126. L. M.
Praise to God as the first and the last.
Time centres all in me :
And ever more shall be.
And ev'ry heart be love ;
And nobler songs above ! Edinburgh Col.
HYMN 127. P. M.
Glory to the most high God.
God, whose glory fills the sky:
Praise the God on whom ye call.
King o'er all the earth be reigns :
He does ev'ry want supply.
Praise him with the host divine ;
Their all-gracious God is ours. 4 Him, whose joy is to restore,
Him let all our hearts adore :
HYMN 128. P. M.
Hymn of Praise.
the Lord, prepare a new song, And let all his saints in full concert join : With voices united the anthem prolong,
And show forth bis praises with music divine. » Let praise to the Lord, who made us, ascend,
Let each grateful beart be glad in its King :
And view with complacence the off'ring wo bring, 3 Be joyful, ye saints, sustaip'd by his might,
And let your glad songs awake with each morn :
His hand with salvation the meek will adoro.
And lot all bis saints in full concert join ;
Praise to the God of Nature, BEGIN, my soul, the lofty strain ; A sacred hymn of grateful praise
To heav'n's almighty King. 2 Ye curling fountains, as ye roll
Your silver waves along, Whisper to all your verdaot shores
The subject of my song.
The sacred sound retain,
Return it oft again.
To distant climes away,
The lofty theme convey.
5 Take the glad burden of his pame,
Ye clouds, as you arise, Whether to deck the golden morn,
Or shade the ev’ning skies.
The smooth ethereal plain,
To ev'ry bounding strain.
And echo through the sky; Let angels, with immortal skill,
Improve the harınony: 8 Whilst we, with sacred rapture fir'd, The great
Creator sing, And utter consecrated lays
To heav'n's eternal King.
HYMN 130. L, M.
Resound through ev'ry shining coast :
Where he wofolds his glories most. 2 Stupendous globe of flaming day!
Praise him in thy sublime career ;
Gave thee thy path, and guides thee there. 3 Ye starry lamps, to whom 'tis gir'n
Night's sable horrors to illume
With vivid fires to gild the gloom.
Thunders, that from bis arm are hurl'd!
Blazing, or bursting on the world.
He made the nations by his pow'r,
And rules them with his sov’reign word. 8 At once let nature's ample round
To God the vast thanksgiving raise :
HYMN 131. C. M.
God the Creator of Mankind.
First gave us pow'r to move !
The wonders of thy love ?
Dust of our parent earth,
And call'd us ioto birth.
The yet unfinish'd plan;
Aud form'd the future man.
Beneath thy forming hands, Be studious ever to pursue
Whate'er thy will commands.
The fields and verdant meads display ;