1. Since o'er thy foot - stool here below Such ra-diant gems are strown, i-cence must glow, 3 9:23 2-52 Great God, about thy throne! So brilliant here these drops of light-There the full o- cean rolls, how bright! So brilliant here these drops of light-There the full ocean rolls, how bright! 9:2 99. C. H. M. 1. SINCE o'er Thy footstool here below 2. If night's blue curtain of the sky- With glittering diamonds fraught— Be, Lord, Thy temple's outer vail, What splendor at the shrine must dwell! 3. The dazzling sun at noonday hourForth from his flaming vase Flinging o'er earth the golden shower But shows, O Lord, one beam of thine, 4. O, how shall these dim eyes enduro DOXOLOGY. C. P. M. To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, ORIEL. C. M. 3 CH. BEECHER. 1. Praise ye the Lord, im-mor-tal choir That fill the realms a-bove; Sing, for he formed you of his fire, And feeds you with his love. 2. Thou restless globe of golden light, Whose beams cre-ate our days, Join with the sil - ver queen of night, To own your borrowed rays. 1. PRAISE yo the Lord, immortal choir 2. Thou restless globe of golden light, 3. Thunder, and hail, and fires, and storms, 4. Winds, ye shall bear His name aloud 5. Shout to the Lord, ye surging seas, Let wave to wave resound his praise, 6. Thus, while the meaner creatures sing, Ye mortals take the sound; Echo the glories of your King Through all the nations round. WATTS. 101. C. M. 1. GOD, in the high and holy place, 2. He bows the heavens; the mountains stand A highway for our God; He walks amidst the desert-land; 3. The forests in His strength rejoice; 4. If God hath made this world so fair, How beautiful beyond compare Will paradise be found! MONTGOMERY 2. High as the heavens are raised 4. The pity of the Lord, To those that fear His name, Is such as tender parents feel: He knows our feeble frame. 5. Our days are as the grass, Or like the morning flower: If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field, It withers in an hour. 6. But Thy compassions, Lord, And children's children ever find Fain would my tongue adore my King, And pay the worship due. 4. And yet the songs I frame And steal the honors of Thy name 5. Create my soul anew, Else all my worship's vain; This wretched heart will ne'er be true Untill 'tis formed again. 104. S. M. WATTS. 1. Stand up, and bless the Lord, 2. Though high above all praise, Who would not fear His holy name, 3. O for the living flame From His own altar brought, 4. God is our strength and song, 5. Stand up, and bless the Lord; MONTGOMERY. NOTTINGHAM. C. M. I. CLARK. 1. Some seraph, lend your heavenly tongue, Or harp of gold- en string, That I may raise a lofty song To our e ternal King. 1. GREAT God, how infinite art Thou! 3. Eternity, with all its years, Stands present in Thy view; 4. Our lives through various scenes are drawn, And vexed with trifling cares; While Thine eternal thoughts move on 5. Great God, how infinite art Thou! WATTS. |