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THIRD PART. C. M. Corinth.

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My God, my heavenly King;

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Let age to age thy righteousness
In sounds of glory sing.

2 God reigns on high-but ne'er confines
His goodness to the skies;

Through all the earth his bounty shines,
And every want supplies.

3 How kind are thy compassions, Lo-
How slow thine anger moves!-
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To cheer the souls he loves.

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dol 4 Sweet is the memory of thy grace,
My God, my heavenly King;

<Let age to age thy righteousness
In sounds of glory sing.

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FOURTH PART. C. M. Berwick.

GREAT is the Lord!-our souls adore!
We wonder while we praise;

Thy power, O God, who can explore,
Or equal honor raise?

2 How large thy tender mercies are!
How wide thy grace extends!

On thy beneficence and care

The universe depends.

3 Thy praise shall be my constant theme;
How wondrous is thy power!

I'll speak the honors of thy name,

And bid the world adore.

4 Thy name shall dwell upon my tongue,
While suns shall set and rise;

And tune my everlasting song

In realms beyond the skies.

145 FIFTH PART. C. M. Dunchurch

LET every tongue thy goodness speak,
Thou sovereign Lord of all;

Thy powerful hands uphold the weak,

And raise the poor that fall.

2 With longing eyes thy creatures wait
On thee for daily food;

Thy liberal hand provides their meat,
And fills their mouths with good.

3 Thy mercy never shall remove
From men of heart sincere ;

Thou sav'st the souls whose humble love
Is joined with holy fear.

4 My lips shall dwell upon thy praise,
And spread thy fame abroad;

Let all the sons of Adam raise
The honors of their God.

145

SIXTH PART. C. M.

Bedford.

TO thee, my righteous King and Lord,
My grateful soul I'll raise;

From day to day thy works record,
And ever sing thy praise.

2 Thy greatness human thought exceeds,
Thy glory knows no end;
The lasting record of thy deeds

Through ages shall descend.

3 Thy wondrous acts, thy power, and might,
My constant theme shall be;
That song shall be my soul's delight,
Which breathes in praise to thee.

mp 4 The Lord is bountiful and kind,
His anger slow to move;

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All shall his tender mercies find,
And all his goodness prove.

5 From all thy works, O Lord, shall spring
The sound of joy and praise;
Thy saints shall of thy glory sing,
And show the world thy ways.

6 Throughout all ages shall endure
Thine everlasting reign;

Thine high dominion, firm and sure,
Forever shall remain.

146 FIRST PART. L. M.

Mendon.

Praise to God for his Perfections and Providence.

PRAISE ye the Lord—my heart shall join
work so pleasant, so divine;

My days of praise shall ne'er be past,
While life, and thought, and being last.

2 Happy the man, whose hopes rely
On Israel's God-he made the sky,
And earth, and seas, with all their train,
And none shall find his promise vain.

3 His truth forever stands secure ;
He saves the oppressed-he feeds the poor,
He helps the stranger in distress,

The widow and the fatherless.

4 He loves the saints-he knows them well, But turns the wicked down to hell:

f Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns;

Praise him in everlasting strains.

146 SECOND PART. L. P. M. St. Helen's.

I'LL praise my Maker with my breath;
And when my voice is lost in death,

Praise shall employ my nobler powers:
My days of praise shall ne'er be past,
While life, and thought, and being last,
Or immortality endures.

2 How blest the man whose hopes rely
On Israel's God!-he made the sky,

And earth, and seas, with all their train:
His truth forever stands secure,

He saves the oppressed-he feeds the poor,
And none shall find his promise vain.

3 I'll praise him, while he lends me breath;
And when my voice is lost in death,

Praise shall employ my nobler powers:
My days of praise shall ne'er be past,
While life, and thought, and being last,
Or immortality endures.

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ITH songs and honors sounding loud,
Address the Lord on high;
Over the heavens he spreads his cloud,
And waters vail the sky.

2 He sends his showers of blessing down
To cheer the plains below;

He makes the grass the mountains crown,
And corn in valleys grow.

3 His steady counsels change the face
Of each revolving year;

He bids the sun cut short his race,
And wintry days appear.

4 His hoary frost, his fleecy snow
Descend and clothe the ground;
The liquid streams forbear to flow,
In icy fetters bound.

5 He sends his word and melts the snow,
The fields no longer mourn;

He calls the warmer gales to blow,
And bids the spring return.

6 The changing wind-the flying cloud,
Obey his mighty word ;-

With songs and honors sounding loud,
Praise ye the sovereign Lord.

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FIRST PART. L. M. Old Hundred.

OUD hallelujahs to the Lord,

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From distant worlds, where creatures

Let heaven begin the solemn word,
And sound it dreadful down to hell.

2 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.

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

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4 Speak of the wonders of that love
Which Gabriel plays on every chord:
From all below-and all above,

Loud hallelujahs to the Lord!

148 SECOND PART. S. M. St. Thomas.

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To praise th' eternal God;

Ye beavenly hosts, the song begin,
And sound his name abroad.

2 Thou sun, with golden beams,
And moon, with paler rays;
Ye starry lights, ye twinkling flames,
Shine to your Maker's praise.

3 Ho built those words above,
And fixed their wondrous frame:
By his command they stand or move,
And ever speak his name.

4 By all his works above,

His honors be expressed;

But saints, who taste his saving love,
Should sing his praises best.

148 THIRD PART. C. P. M. Rapture. Kew

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BEGIN, my soul, th' exalted lay,
Let each enraptured thought obey,

And praise th' Almighty's name:

Lo! heaven and earth, and seas and skies,
In one melodious concert rise,

To swell th' inspiring theme.

2 Thou heaven of heavens, his vast abode,
Ye clouds, proclaim your maker God;
Ye thunders, speak his power:
Lo! on the lightning's fiery wing
In triumph walks th' eternal King:
Th' astonished worlds adore.

3 Ye deeps, with roaring billows rise,
To join the thunders of the skies,

Praise him, who bids you roll ;—
His praise in softer notes declare,
pp Each whispering breeze of yielding air,
And breathe it to the soul.