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mp O THOU, to whom all creatures bow, Within this earthly frame,

<Through all the world, how great art thou! How glorious is thy name!

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2 When heaven, thy glorious work on high,
Employs my wondering sight;

The moon, that nightly rules the sky,
With stars of feebler light ;-

mp 3 Lord, what is man! that thou shouldst choose To keep him in thy mind!

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Or what his race! that thou shouldst prove
To them so wondrous kind!

4 O thou, to whom all creatures bow,
Within this earthly frame;

Through all the world, how great art thou!
How glorious is thy name!

FIFTH PART. C. M. Dundee

f. JEHOVAH, Lord of power and might, How glorious is thy name!

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The blaze of day-the pomp of night,
Thy majesty proclaim.

2 Lord, what is man-weak, sinful man-
That he thy care should prove;

That thou for him shouldst deign to plan
Such mighty acts of love!

3 Made in thine image at his birth-
Next to the heavenly host,

And sovereign of the new-formed earth,
Each privilege he lost.

4 Then did the pitying Saviour leave
The glories of the sky,-

mf Oh! love too wondrous to conceive!
For sinful man to die,-

- 5 To die, that we, by grace restored, Might life and glory claim

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O great Creator, Saviour, Lord,
How excellent thy name!

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SIXTH PART. S. M.

mf O LORD, our heavenly King,

Thy name is all divine;

Thy glories round the earth are spread,
And o'er the heavens they shine.

2 When to thy works on high

I raise my wondering eyes,
And see the moon, complete in light,
Adorn the darksome skies ;-

3. When I survey the stars,
And all their shining forms,

Dover.

p Lord, what is man-that worthless thing, Akin to dust and worms?

4 Lord, what is worthless man,

That thou shouldst love him so?
Next to thine angels is he placed,
And Lord of all below.

5 How rich thy bounties are!
How wondrous are thy ways!

That from the dust, thy power should frame
A monument of praise.

FIRST PART.

C. M.

Lutzen.

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God glorious as a Judge and Deliverer.

WITH my whole heart I'll raise my song;

Thy wonders I'll proclaim:

Thou, sovereign Judge of right and wrong,
Wilt put my foes to shame.

2 I'll sing thy majesty and grace;
My God prepares his throne,

To judge the world in righteousness,
And make his vengeance known.
mp 3 Then shall the Lord a refuge prove
For all the poor oppressed,

To save the people of his love,

Len And give the weary rest.

mf 4 The men who know thy name, In thy abundant grace;

will trust

For thou hast ne'er forsook the just,
Who humbly sought thy face.

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5 Sing praises to the righteous Lord,
Who dwells on Zion's hill,

Who executes his threatening word,
And doth his grace fulfil.

SECOND PART. C. M.

Marlow.

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WHEN the great Judge, supreme and just,
Shall once inquire for blood,

The humble souls, that mourn in dust,
Shall find a faithful God.

2 Thy thunder shall affright the proud,
And put their hearts to pain,

Make them confess that thou art God,
And they but feeble men.

3 Though saints to sore distress are brought,
And wait, and long complain;
Their cries shall never be forgot,
Nor shall their hopes be vain.

4 Rise, great Redeemer, from thy seat,
To judge and save the poor;

Let nations tremble at thy feet,
And man prevail no more.

THIRD PART. C. M.

Abridge.

TO God, who dwells on Zion's mount,
Your lofty voices raise;

Through all the earth his works recount,
In solemn hymns of praise.

2 The Lord in righteousness is known,
In judgment seen by all;

The wicked, who his name disown
By their own works shall fall.

mf 3 O Lord, in majesty arise,

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The heathen's power assail
Exalt thyself above the skies,
And let not man prevail.

4 Thou art, O God, the righteous Lord,
Thy name shall still endure;

Thy throne of judgment, and thy word,
Shall stand for ever sure.

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FOURTH PART. C. M. Nottingham.

Delight in praising God.

TO celebrate thy praise, O Lord,
I will my heart prepare;

To all the listening world, thy works,
Thy wondrous works, declare.

2 The thought of them shall to my soul
Exalted pleasures bring;

While to thy name, O thou Most High,
Triumphant praise I sing.

3 Thou art, O Lord, a sure defence
Against oppressing rage:

As troubles rise, thy needful aid
In our behalf engage.

4 To celebrate thy praise, O Lord,
I will my heart prepare;

To all the listening world, thy works,
Thy wondrous works, declare.

FIRST PART. L. M.

Danvers.

Jehovah, the Avenger of the Oppressed.

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EHOVAH reigns-your tribute bring;
Proclaim the Lord, th' eternal King:
Crown him, ye saints, with holy joy,
His arm shall all your foes destroy.

2 Thou, Lord, ere yet the humble mind
Had formed to prayer the wish designed,
Hast heard the secret sigh arise,

mf While, swift to aid, thy mercy flies.

3 Thy Spirit shall our heart prepare ; Thine ear shall listen to our prayer: Thou, righteous Judge! thou Power divine! > On thee the fatherless recline.

mf 4 The Lord shall save th' afflicted breast,
His arm shall vindicate the oppressed;
Earth's mightiest tyrant feel his power,
Nor sin, nor Satan grieve them more.

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SECOND PART. C. M.

mp WHY doth the Lord depart so far, And why conceal his face, When great calamities appear,

And times of deep distress?

2 Lord, shall the wicked still deride
Thy justice and thy power?

Burford.

Shall they advance their heads in pride,
And still thy saints devour?

mf 3 O God, arise-lift up thine hand,
Attend our humble cry:

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mf No enemy shall dare to stand, When God, our help, is nigh.

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4 Thou wilt prepare our hearts to pray,
And lend thine ear to hear;

Accept the vows thy children pay,
And free thy saints from fear.

THIRD PART.

C. M

Litchfield.

ARISE, O Lord-lift up thine hand,
And show to all mankind,

That in thy guidance and command
The poor shall safety find.

2 Thou dost ungodliness behold:
Oh then the humble bless!
And with thy sacred love infold
The poor and fatherless.

3 God hears his humble followers' voice,
When offered up in prayer;

mf Ile bids their thankful hearts rejoice,
Who to his house repair.

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4 Those shall in peace and safety live,
Who love God's righteous laws;
To them he will protection give,
For ever,
from their foes.

L. M.

God present to save his People.

MY refuge is the God of love:

Why do my foes insult and cry,

Alfreton.