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This wise and noble end,
That all we think, and all we do,

Shall to thy glory tend. 15

C. M.

St. Martin's.
THE God of nature and of grace,

In all his works appears ;
His goodness through the earth we trace,

His grandeur in the spheres.
2 How excellent, O Lord, thy name,

In all creation's lines !
Spread through eternity, thy fame

With rising lustre shines.,
3 Millions before thy presence stand,

Who feel, while they adore,
Fulness of joy, at thy right hand,

And pleasures evermore. 16

L. M. Effingham. Rothwell.
NATURE, with all her powers, shall sing
Her great Creator and her King:
Nor air, nor earth, nor skies, nor seas
Deny the tribute of their praise.
2 Ye seraphs, who sit near his throne,

Begin to make his glories known,
f Tune high your harps, and spread the sound

Throughout creation's utmost bound.
3 Oh! may our ardent zeal employ
Our loftiest thoughts, and loudest songs ;
Let there be sung, with warmest joy,

Hosanna—from ten thousand tongues. mp 4 Yet, mighty God, our feeble frame

Attempts in vain to reach thy name;
The highest notes that angels raise,
Fall far below thy glorious praise.

L. M. Old Hundred. Haguo. 107

God self-existent and immutable.
ALL-POWERFUL, self-existent God,

Who all creation dost sustain !
Thou wast, and art, and art to come,

And everlasting is thy reign.

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2 Fixed and eternal as thy days,

Each glorious attribute divine,
Through ages infinite, shall still

With undirninished lustre shine.
3 Fountain of being! Source of good!

Immutable dost thou remain;
Nor can the shadow of a change

Obscure the glories of thy reign.
4 Earth may with all her powers dissolve,

If such the great Creator's will:
But thou forever art the same;
I AM" is thy memorial still.
C. M.

Spencer. 18

God almighty and omnipresent.
GREAT God, thy penetrating eye

Pervades my in most powers:
With awe profound my wondering soul

Falls prostrate, and adores.
2 To be encompassed round with God,

The holy and the just;
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Or crumble me to dust-
3 Oh, how tremendous is the thought!

Deep may it be impressed !
And may thy Spirit firmly grave

This truth withir my breast !
4 Begirt with thee, my fearless soul
And thou wilt hind th’immortal crown

Of glory on my head. 19

C. M.

Spencer. St. Austin's.
WHERE’ER, through all his works, we send

Our roving eyes abroad,
The various objects all conspire

To lead our souls to God ;-
2 That God, whose word all nature formed,

Whose eye all nature sees;
Whose hand all nature rules, sustains,

Or crushes, as he please ;
3 Before whose high and dazzling throne

Myriads of angels bow;
Whose smile is everlasting bliss-

Whose frown is endless wo

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4 Low at his feet, then, O my soul,

In prostrate homage fall; < Make him thy fear, thy love, thy trust, mf Thy joy, thy God, thy all.

C. M. Patmos. Rochester, 20

God searching the Heart.
GOD is a spirit, just and wise j

He sees our inmost mind;
In vain to heaven we raise our cries,

And leave our hearts behind.
2 Nothing but truth before his throne

With honor can appear;
The painted hypocrites are known

Through the disguise they wear.
3 Their lifted eyes salute the skies;

Their bending knees the ground;
But God abhors the sacrifice,

Where not the heart is found. mp 4 Lord, search my thoughts, and try my ways,

And make my soul sincere;
Then shall I stand before thy face,

And find acceptance there.

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L. M. Pomfret. Hingham 21

Wisdom and Knowledge of God.
AWAKE, my tongue-thy tribute bring
To him who gave thee power to sing ;
Praise him, who is all praise above,
The source of wisdom and of love.
2 How vast his knowledge! how profound !
A depth where all our thoughts are drowned!
The stars he numbers-and their names
He gives to all those heavenly flames.
3 Through each bright world above, behold
Ten thousand thousand charms unfold:
Earth, air, and mighty seas combine,
To speak his wisdom all divine.
4 But in redemption-oh what grace !
Its wonderz-oh what thought can trace!
Here wisdom shines forever bright-
Praise him, my soul, with sweet delight.

C. M. Warwick. Litchfeld. 22

Goodness of God seen in his Works.
HAIL, great Creator-wise and good!

To ihee our songs we raise ;
Nature, through all her various scenes,

Invites us to thy praise.
2 At morning, noon, and evening mild,

Fresh wonders strike our view;
And while we gaze, our hearts exult,

With transports ever new.
3 Thy glory beams in every star,

Which gilds the gloom of night;
And decks the smiling face of morn

With rays of cheerful light,
4 The lofty hill-the humble lawn,

With countless beauties shine;
The silent grove—the awful shade,

Proclaim thy power divine.
5 Great nature's God! still may these scenes

Our serious hours engage!
Still may our grateful hearts consult

Thy works' instructive page!
6 And while, in all thy wondrous ways,

Thy varied love we see;
Oh may our hearts, great God, be led
Through all thy works to thee.

L. M.

Pomfret. Rothwen. 23

Goodness of God.
INDULGENT Lord, thy goodness reigns
Through all the wide, celestial plains;
And thence its streams redundant fiow,
And cheer th' abodes of men below.
2 Through nature's works its glories shine;
The cares of providence are thine;
And grace erects our ruined frame,
A fairer temple to thy name.
3 Oh! give to every human heart
To taste and feel how good thou art!
With grateful love and holy fear,

To know how blest thy children are. f

4 Let nature burst into a song;
Ye echoing hills, the notes prolong;
Earth, seas, and stars, your anthems raise,
All vocal with your Maker's praise !

S. M. Hudson. Mornington 24

God our Creator and Benefactor,
MY Maker and my King!

To thee my all I owe;
Thy sovereign bounty is the spring,

Whence all my blessings flow.
2 Thou ever good and kind!

A thousand reasons move,
A thousand obligations bind

My heart to grateful love.
3 The creature of thy hand,

On thee alone I live;
My God, thy benefits demand

More praise tha I can give.
4 Lord, what can I impart,

When all is thine before;
Thy love demands a thankful heart;

The gift, alas! how poor!
5 Shall I withhold thy due?

And shall my passions rove?
Lord, form this wretched heart anew,

And fill it with thy love.
6 Oh let thy grace inspire

My soul with strength divine;
Let all my powers to thee aspire,

And all my days be thine. 25

L. M.

Danvers. Alfreton
THIS frame, O God-these noble powers,

To thy creating hand I owe;
Thy providence preserves me safe,

And crowns my every wish below.
2 Oft in the visions of the night,

My thoughts o'et all thy mercies rove;
And, every midnight wakeful hour,

I trace the wonders of thy love
3 The pleasing, unexhausted theme

Each rising morn my soul pursues-
In fervent prayer ascends to thee,

And still her grateful song renews.
4 Thy mercies, Lord, through endless years,

Shall all my raptured powers employ ; mf Yet endless years will only swell

My wonder, gratitude, and jov.

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