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SCHILLER. C. H. M.
1. Since o'er thy foot - stool here be - low Such ra-diant gems are strown, O, what mag-nif i-cence must glow,
God, a - bout thy throne! So brilliant here these drops of light-- There the full o-cean
JE rolls, how bright! So brilliant here these drops of light—There the full ocean rolls, how bright !
99. C. H. M.
Flinging o'er earth the golden shower
Till vale and mountain blaze-
That noon of living rays.
Upon Thy glory gaze!
1. SINCE o'er Thy footstool here below
Such radiant gems are strown,
Great God, about Thy throne!
With thousand stars inwrought,
With glittering diamonds fraught-
Forth from his flaming vase
Doxology. C. P. M.
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
And saints on earth adore;
When time shall be no more.
1. Praise ye the Lord, im-mor-tal choir That fill the realms a-bove; Sing, for he formed y you
of his fire, And feeds you with his love. 2. Thou restless globe of golden light, Whoso
beams cre-ate our days, Join with the sil- ver queen of night, To own your borrowed rays.
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That fill the realms above;
And feeds you with His love.
Whose beams create our days, Join with the silver queen of night,
To own your borrowed rays. 3. Thunder, and hail, and fires, and storms,
The troops of his command, Appear in all your dreadful forms,
And speak His awful hand.
Through the cthereal blue;
He makes his wheels of you.
In your eternal roar;
And shore reply to shore.
6. Thus, while the meaner creatures sing,
Ye mortals take the sound;
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Looks down upon the spheres;
To every eye appears.
A highway for our God;
'Tis Eden where He trod.
Hark! on the evening breeze,
Is heard among the trees.
Where sin and death abound,
Will paradise be found! MONTGOMERY
Fain would my tongue adore my King,
And pay the worship due.
Are faithless to Thy cause,
To build their own applause.
Else all my worship 's vain;
Untill 'tis formed again.
102. S. M. 2. High as the heavens are raised
Above the ground we tread, So far the riches of His grace
Our highest thoughts exceed. 3. His power subdues our sins,
And His forgiving love,
Doth all our guilt remove. 4. The pity of the Lord,
To those that fear His pame, Is such as tender parents feel:
He knows our feeble frame. 5. Our days are as the grass,
Or like the morning flower:
It withers in an liour.
To endless year's endure;
Thy words of promise sure.
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Ye people of His choice;
With heart, and soul, and voice.
Above all blessing high,
And laud, and magnify?
From His own altar brought,
And wing to heaveu our thought! 4. God is our strength and song,
And His salvation ours;
With all our ransomed powers.
The Lord your Goladore;
Henceforth, for crermere.
103. S.M. 1. ALMIGHTY Maker, God!
How wondrous is Thy name! Thy glories how diffused abroad
Through the creation's frame! 2. The lark mounts up the sky
With uuambitious song,
Upon her artless tongue.
To ber Creator, wo:
NOTTINGHAM. C. M.
- aph, lend your heavenly tongue, Or harp of gold. en string, e
lof - ty song To
105. C. M. 1. Some seraph, lend your heavenly tongue,
Or harp of golden string, That I may raise a lofty song
To our eternal King.
2. Thy names, how infinite they be!
Great Everlasting One! Boundless thy might and majesty,
And unconfined Thy throne.
4. These speak of Thee with loud acclaim;
They thunder forth Thy praise-
The wonders of Thy ways.
Nor in the solar blaze.
Through the wild fields of air.
Yet still Thou art not there:
3. Thy glory shines immensely bright;
Exhaustless is Thy grace ;
And Gabriel veils his face.
4. Thine essence is a vast abyss,
Which angels cannot sound;
106. C. M.
Above that dome of sky,
Thy dwelling is on high;
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What worthless worms are we!
And pay their praise to Thee.
Ere seas or stars were made;
Were all the nations dead.
Stands present in Thy view;
Great God, there 's nothing new.
And vexed with trifling cares;
Thine undisturbed affairs.
What worthless worms are wel
And pay their praise to Thee.
2. Yet dear the awful thought to me,
That Thou, my God! art nigh; Art here, and yet my laboring mind
Feels after Thee in vain
3. Theo in these works of power to find,
Or to Thy seat attain;
Thy path-the trackless main.