3 This earthly globe, the creature of a day, 4 The sun himself, with gathering clouds oppressed, Shall in his silent, dark pavilion rest; His golden urn shall break, and useless lie, The stars rush headlong in the wild commotion, And bathe their glittering foreheads in the ocean. 5 But fixed, O God! forever stands thy throne; The eternal fire that feeds each vital flame, 3 But Oh! our highest notes the theme debase, With silent duty meekly bend before him, 51. c. M. Mrs. Barbauld. The Coming and Kingdom of Christ. Ps. xcviii. 1 Joy to the world! the Lord is come; Let every heart prepare him room, 2 Joy to the earth! the Saviour reigns; 3 No more let sins and sorrows grow, He comes to make his blessings flow, 4 Thus God displays his truth and grace, 52. c. M. Watts, alt❜d. God Kind and Merciful. Ps. cxlv. 14-19. 1 LET every tongue thy goodness speak, Thy strengthening hands uphold the weak, 12 When sorrow bows the spirit down, Thy love can smooth the invader's frown, 3 The Lord supports our tottering days, Holy and just are all his ways, And all his words are truth. 4 He knows the pain his servants feel, He hears his children cry; And their best wishes to fulfil, His grace is ever nigh. 5 His mercy never will remove 53. 7 s. M. Watts, alt'd. The Perfections and Providence of God. Ps. cxxxvi. 1 LET us with a joyful mind 2 Let us sound his name abroad, 3 Did the solid earth ordain 6 He his mansion hath on high, Milton. 54. 7s. M Praise to God, the Sovereign King. Ps. cxxxvi. ́. 1 LIFT your voice, and joyful sing Praises to your heavenly King; For his mercies far extend, And his bounty knows no end. 2 Honour pay to heaven's high Lord, 3 Him, whose wisdom, throned on high, 4 Him, who, o'er this earthly ball, 5 To the great eternal King, 55. L. M. The House of God. Merrick. 1 Lo! GOD is here; let us adore, grace. 2 Lo! God is here : him day and night United choirs of angels sing: I To him, enthroned above all height, Heaven's host their noblest praises bring. 3 Being of beings! may our praise Thy courts with grateful incense fill: Still may we stand before thy face, Still hear and do thy sovereign will. 4 More of thy presence, Lord! impart; More of thine image may we bear: Erect thy throne within our heart, And reign without a rival there. 56. c. M. Salisbury Coll. Unprofitableness under Gospel Privileges. 1 LONG have we sat beneath the sound Yet still how weak our faith is found, 2 How cold and feeble is our love! 3 Lord! ere our feet again retire 4 Oh! shed anew through every heart Nor let thy fear from us depart, I Watts, partly. |