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Flinging o'er earth the golden shower

Till vale and mountain blaze-
But shows, O Lord, one beam of thine,
What, then, the day where Thou dost shine.
4. O, how shall these dim eyes enduro

That noon of living rays.
Or how our spirits, so impure,

Upon Thy glory gaze!
Anoint, O Lord, anoint our sight,
And fit us for that world of light.

1. SINCE o'er Thy footstool here below

Such radiant gems are strown,
O, what magnificence must glow,

Great God, about Thy throne!
So brilliant here these drops of light-
There the full ocean rolls, how bright!
2. If night's blue curtain of the sky-

With thousand stars inwrought,
Hung like a royal canopy

With glittering diamonds fraught-
Be, Lord, Thy temple's outer vail,
What splendor at the shrine must dwell!
3. The dazzling sun at noonday hour-

Forth from his flaming vase

Doxology. C. P. M.

To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
The God whom Ileaven's triumphant host,

And saints on earth adore;
Be glory, as in ages past,
As now it is, and so shall last,

When time shall be no more.

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100. C. M.
1. PRAISE ye the Lord, immortal choir

That fill the realms above;
Sing, for Ho formed you of His fire,

And feeds you with His love.
2. Thou restless globe of golden light,

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.
4. Winds, ye shall bear IIis name aloud

Through the cthereal blue;
For, when his chariot is a cloud,

He makes his wheels of you.
5. Shout to the Lord, ye surging seas,

In your eternal roar;
Lot wave to wave resound his praise,

And shore reply to shore.

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,

Looks down upon the spheres;
Yet, in his providence and grace,

To every eye appears.
2. IIc bows the heavens; the mountains stand

A highway for our God;
He walks amidst the desert-land;

'Tis Eden where He trod.
3. The forests in His strength rejoico;

Hark! on the evening breeze,
As once of old, Jehovah's voice

Is heard among the trees.
4. If God hath made this world so fair,

Where sin and death abound,
IIow beautiful beyond compare

Will paradise be found! MONTGOMERY

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Fain would my tongue adore my King,

And pay the worship due.
4. And yet the songs I frame

Are faithless to Thy cause,
And steal the honors of Thy name

To build their own applause.
5. Create my soul anew,

Else all my worship 's vain;
This wretched heart will ne'er be true

Untill 'tis formed again.

WATTS.

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,
Far as the cast is from the west,

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:
If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field,

It withers in an liour.
6. But Thy compassions, Lord,

To endless year's endure;
And children's children ever find

Thy words of promise sure.

WATTS.

104. S. M.
1. Stand up, and bless the Lord,

Ye people of His choice;
Stand up, and bless the Lord your God,

With heart, and soul, and voice.
2. Though high above all praise,

Above all blessing high,
Who would not fear His holy name,

And laud, and magnify?
3. O for the living flame

From His own altar brought,
To touch our lips, our souls inspire,

And wing to heaveu our thought! 4. God is our strength and song,

And His salvation ours;
Then be His love in Christ proclaimed

With all our ransomed powers.
5. Stand up, and bless the Lord;

The Lord your Goladore;
Stand up and bless His glorious name,

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,
And bears her Maker's praise on high

Upon her artless tongue.
3. My soul would rise and sing

To ber Creator, wo:

MONTGOMERY.

NOTTINGHAM. C. M.

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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 glorious honor of Thy name,

The wonders of Thy ways.
5. But Thou art not in tempest-flame,

Nor in the solar blaze.
We hear Thy voice, when thunders roll

Through the wild fields of air.
6. The waves obcy Thy dread control;

Yet still Thou art not there:
Where shall I find Ilim, O my soul!
Who yet is every where?

CONDER

3. Thy glory shines immensely bright;

Exhaustless is Thy grace ;
Immortal day breaks from Thine eyes,

And Gabriel veils his face.

4. Thine essence is a vast abyss,

Which angels cannot sound;
An ocean of infinities
Where all our thoughts are drown'd.

WATTS.

106. C. M.
1. BEYOND, beyond that boundless sca,

Above that dome of sky,
Farther than thought itself can floe,

Thy dwelling is on high;

107. C. M.
1. GREAT God, how infinite art Thou!

What worthless worms are we!
Let the whole race of creatures bow,

And pay their praise to Thee.
2. Thy throne eternal ages stood,

Ere seas or stars were made;
Thou art the ever-living God,

Were all the nations dead.
3. Eternity, with all its years,

Stands present in Thy view;
To Thee there is nothing old appears-

Great God, there 's nothing new.
4. Our lives through various scenes are drawn,

And vexed with trifling cares;
While Thine eternal thoughts move on

Thine undisturbed affairs.
5. Great God, how infinite art Thou!

What worthless worms are wel
Let the whole race of creatures bow,

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 messenger-the stormy wind;

Thy path-the trackless main.

WATTS.

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1. FATTIER! how wide Thy glory shines!

How liigh Thy wonders rise! (signsKnown through the earth by thousand By thousand through the skies.

6. In Thy fair book of life and grace,

0, may I find my name Recorded in some humble place,

Beneath my Lord, the Lamb.

WATTS.

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