SELECTED

FROM VARIOUS AUTHORS;

WITH

A KEY OF MUSICAL EXPRESSION.

BY

SAMUEL WORCESTER, D. D.
Late Pastor of the Tabernacle Church, Salem, Mass.

SAMUEL M. WORCESTER, A. M.
Pastor of the Tabernacle Church, Salem, Mass., and

late Professor of Rhetoric in Amherst College.

BOSTON:

PUBLISHED BY CROCKER & BREWSTER.

Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1834,

By ZERVIA WORCESTER,

In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of Massachusetts.

SELECTED

FROM VARIOUS AUTHORS.

HYMN 1. L. M. Old Hundred. [*]

Being of God. Ps. civ. ei THERE is a God-all nature speaks,

Through earth, and air, and sea, and o See from the clouds his glory breaks, [skies;

When the first beams of morning rise.
-2 The rising sun, serenely bright,
O'er the wide world's extended frame,
Inscribes, in characters of light,

His mighty Maker's glorious name.
o 3 The flow'ry tribes all blooming rise,

Above the weak attempts of art; e The smallest worms, the meanest flies,

Speak sweet conviction to the heart. -4 Ye curious minds, who roam abroad,

And trace creation's wonders o'er, e Confess the footsteps of the God; a Bow down before him-and adore. Steele.

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HYMN 2. C. M. Tunbridge. [b*]

Goodness of God. Nahum i, 7. 1

E humble souls, approach your God,

With songs of sacred praise ; For he is good, immensely good,

And kind are all his ways. 2 All nature owns his guardian care;

In him we live and move; o But nobler benefits declare

The wonders of his love. e 3 He gave his Son, his only Son,

To ransom rebel worms; 'Tis here he makes his goodness known,

In its divinest forms. e 4 To this dear refuge, Lord, we come;

'Tis here our hope relies: o A safe defence, a peaceful home,

When storms of trouble rise.

God the Creator.

-5 Thine eye beholds, with kind regard,

The souls who trust in thee;
Their humble hope thou wilt reward,

With bliss divinely free.
0 6 Great God, to thy almighty Love

What honours shall we raise ? Not all the raptur'd songs above Can render equal praise.

Steele. HYMN 3. C. M. Mitcham. Arundel. [*] 1

ETERNAL Wisdom, thee we praise ; With thy lov'd name, rocks, hills, and seas,

And heaven's high palace rings.
g 2 Thy hand,--how wide it spread the sky!

How glorious to behold!
-Ting'd with a blue of heavenly die,

And starr'd with sparkling gold.
3 Thy glories blaze, all nature round,

And strike the gazing sight,
Through skies, and seas, and solid ground,

With terrour and delight.
g. 4 Infinite strength, and equal skill,

Shine through the worlds abroad, e Our souls with vast amazement fill,

And speak the builder-God. -5 But still the wonders of thy grace

Our softer passions move; Pity divine, in Jesus' face, We see, adore, and love.

Watts. HYMN 4. C. M. Bedford. [*]

Sovereignty and Dominion of God. a 1 KEEP silencemall created things, My soul stands trembling while she sings

The honours of her God. e 2 Life, death, and hell, and worlds unknown,

Hang on his firm decree;
He sits on no precarious throne,

Nor borrows leave to be.
3 Chain’d to his throne a volume lies,

With all the fates of men ;

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With ev'ry angel's form and size,

Drawn by th' eternal pen. -4 His providence unfolds the book,

And makes his counsels shine; Each opening leaf, and ev'ry stroke,

Fulfils some deep design.
5 (Here he exalts neglected worms,

To sceptres and a crown;
And there, the following page he turns,

And treads the monarch down.
6 Not Gabriel asks the reason why,

Nor God the reason gives; Nor dares the fav'rite angel pry

Between the folded leaves.) e 7 My God, I would not long to see

My fate, with curious eyes; What gloomy lines are writ for me,

Or what bright scenes may rise. -8 In thy fair book of life and grace,

O may I find my name, Recorded in some humble place, Beneath my Lord—the Lamb. Watts. HYMN 5. L. P. M. St. Helen's. [*]

God's Name proclaimed. Ex. xxxiv, 6–8. 1 TTEND, my soul, the voice divine,

And mark what beaming glories shine Around thy condescending God! To us-to us, he still proclaims e His awful, his endearing names ;

Attend, and sound them all abroad. d 2 Jehovah I, the sovereign Lord, "The mighty God, by heaven ador’d,

‘Down to the earth my footsteps bend: e 'My heart the tenderest pity knows,

Goodness, full-streaming, wide o’erflows,

And grace and truth shall never end. 3 'My patience long can crimes endure, “My pard’ning love is ever sure,

When penitential sorrow mourns;
'To millions, through unnumber'd years,
‘New hope and new delight it bears ;

Yet wrath against the sinner burns.'