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From distant worlds where creatures Let heaven begin the solemn word,

And sound it dreadful down to hell.

2. High on a throne His glories dwell,

An awful throne of shining bliss: Fly through the world, O sun! and tell How dark thy beams compared to His. 3. Let clouds, and winds, and waves agree To join their praise with blazing fire; Let the firm earth and rolling sea, In this eternal song conspire.

4. Wide as His vast dominion lies,

Make the Creator's name be known;
Loud as His thunder shout His praise,
And sound it lofty as His throne.

5. Jehovah 't is a glorious word!

O, may it dwell on every tongue!
But saints, who best have known the Lord,
Are bound to raise the noblest song.

6. Speak of the wonders of that love
Which Gabriel plays on every chord;
From all below, and all above,
Loud hallelujahs to the Lord!

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WATTS.

1. My God, my King, Thy various praiso Shall fill the remnant of my days; Thy grace employ my humble tongue, Till death and glory raise the song. 2. The wings of every hour shall bear Some thankful tribute to Thine ear;

1. BEFORE Jehovah's awful throno,
Ye nations bow, with sacred joy;
Know that the Lord is God alone;
He can create, and he destroy.

2. His sovereign power, without our aid, Made us of clay, and formed us men; And when, like wandering sheep, wo strayed,

He brought us to His fold again.

3. We are His people; we IIis care;
Our souls, and all our mortal frame:
What lasting honors shall we rear,
Almighty Maker, to Thy name?
4. We'll crowd Thy gates, with thankful songs,
High as the heaven our voices raise;
And Earth, with her ten thousand tongues,
Shall fill Thy courts with sounding
praise.

5. Wide as the world is Thy command;
Vast as eternity Thy love;
Firm as a rock Thy truth shall stand,
When rolling years shall cease to move,

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2. Who can His mighty deeds express, Not only vast, but numberless? What mortal eloquence can raiso His tribute of immortal praise?

3. Extend to me that favor, Lord,

Thou to Thy chosen dost afford;
When Thou return'st to set them free,
Let Thy salvation visit me.

4. O render thanks to God above,
The fountain of eternal love;
His mercy firm, through ages past,
Hath stood, and shall forever last.

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1. HE reigns-the Lord, the Saviour reigns; Praise him in evangelic strains:

Let the whole earth in songs rejoice;
And distant islands join their voice.

2. Deep are His counsels, and unknown;
But grace and truth support His throne:
Though gloomy clouds His way surround,
Justice is their eternal ground.

3. In robes of judgment, lo! He comes; Shakes the wide earth, and cleaves the Before Him burns devouring fire! [tombs; The mountains melt, the seas retire!

4. His enemies, with sore dismay,

Fly from the sight and shun the day:
Then lift your heads, ye saints on high,
And sing, for your redemption's nigh.

WATTS.

1. COME, O my soul, in sacred lays,
Attempt thy great Creator's praise:
But, oh, what tongues can speak His fame!
What mortal verse can reach the theme!

2. Enthroned amid the radiant spheres,
He glory like a garment wears;
To form a robe of light divine,
Ten thousand suns around Him shine.

3. In all our Maker's grand designs,
Omnipotence, with wisdom, shines;
His works, through all this wondrous frame,
Declare the glory of His name.

4. Raised on devotion's lofty wing,
Do thou, my soul, His glories sing;
And let His praise employ thy tongue,
Till listening worlds shall join the song!

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3. Amidst a thousand snares, I stand Upheld and guarded by Thy hand; Thy words my fainting word revive, And keep my dying faith alive.

4. Grace will complete what grace begins,
To save from sorrow or from sins;
The work that wisdom undertakes,
Eternal mercy ne'er forsakes.

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1. O THE immense, the amazing height,
The boundless grandeur of our God,
Who treads the worlds beneath His feet,
And sways the nations with His nod!

2. He speaks, and lo! all nature shakes;

Heaven's everlasting pillars bow;
He rends the clouds with hideous cracks,
And shoots His fiery arrows through.

3. Let noise and flame confound the skies, And drown the spacious realms below, Yet will we sing the Thunderer's praise, And send our loud hosannas through.

4. Celestial King! Thy blazing power

Kindles our hearts to flaming joys; We shout to hear Thy thunders roar, And echo to our Father's voice.

5. Thus shall the God our Saviour come,
And lightnings round His chariot play;
Ye lightnings, fly to make Him room!
Ye glorious storms, prepare His way!

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WATTS.

1. THE Lord, how wondrous are His ways!
How firm His truth! how large His grace!
He takes His mercy for His throne,
And thence He makes His glories known.

2. Not half so high His power hath spread
The starry heavens above our head
As His rich love exceeds our praise,
Exceeds the highest hopes we raise.

3. Not half so far has nature placed
The rising morning from the west
As His forgiving grace removes
The daily guilt of those He loves.

4. How slowly doth His wrath arise!
On swifter wings salvation flies:
And, if He lets His anger burn,
How soon His frowns to pity turn!

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1. LET God arise in all His might,

And put the hosts of hell to flight;
As smoke, that sought to cloud the skies,
Before the rising tempest flies.

2. He comes arrayed in burning flames;
Justice and vengeance are His names;
Behold His fainting foes expire
Like melting wax before the fire.

3. He rides and thunders through the sky;
His name, Jehovah, sounds on high;
Sing to His name, ye sons of grace;
Ye saints, rejoice before His face.

4. The widow and the fatherless
Fly to His aid in sharp distress;
In Him the poor and helpless find
A Judge that's just, a Father kind.

5. He breaks the captive's heavy chain,
And prisoners see the light again;
But rebels, who dispute His will,
Shall dwell in chains and darkness still.

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WATTS.

1. SING to the Lord that built the skies, The Lord that reared this stately frame;| Let all the nations sound His praise,

And lands unknown repeat His name.

2. He formed the seas, and formed the hills,
Made every drop and every dust,
Nature and time, with all their wheels,
And pushed them into motion first.

3. Now, from His high, imperial throne,
He looks far down upon the spheres;
He bids the shining orbs roll on,
And round he turns the hasty years.