a 6 Great God! how infinite art thou! What worthless worms are we! a g Let the whole race of creatures bow, And pay their praise to thee! HYMN 68. C. M. Barby. St. Ann's. [*] 1 FAT The place of thine abode ; o I'd leave the earthly courts, and flee Up to thy seat my God! -2 Here I behold thy distant face, And 'tis a pleasant sight; o But, to abide in thine embrace, -3 I'd part with all the joys of sense, o 4 There all the heav'nly hosts are seen; With wonder and with love. p 5 Then at thy feet, with awful fear, With joy they shrink to nothing there, 6 [There would I vie with all the host, While less than nothing—I could boast, - The more thy glories strike mine eyes, Thus, while I sink, my joys shall rise, Unmeasurably high. HYMN 69. C. M. Christmas. [*] The Faithfulness of God in the Promises. • 1 [BEGIN, my tongue, some heav'nly theme, And speak some boundless thing,— g The mighty works, or mightier Name- Of our eternal King. -2 Tell of his wondrous faithfulness, And sound his pow'r abroad; 1 e Sing the sweet promise of his grace, o 3 Proclaim-Salvation from the Lord, e -His hand has writ the sacred word, g 4 Engrav'd, as in eternal brass, Nor can the pow'rs of darkness raze e 5 He who can dash whole worlds to death, • He speaks, and that almighty breath 6 (His very word of grace is strong, d 7 He said, Let the wide heav'n be spread, And he was Abra'am's God.) e 8 Oh, might I hear thine heav'nly tongue -Those gentle words should raise my song • 9 How would my leaping heart rejoice, • I trust the all-creating voice, HYMN 70. L. M. [*] God's Dominion over the Sea. Psalm cvii, 23, &c. 1 [G Makes all the roaring waves rejoice! And one soft word of thy command Can sink them silent in the sand. 2 If but a Moses waves his rod, The meanest fish that swims the flood, 9 Oh, for some signal of thine hand! From the 70th to the 108th Hymn, I hope the reader will forgive the neglect of rhyme, in the first and third lines of the Stanza. 1 HYMN 71. C. M. Devizes. [*] Praise to God from all Creatures. THE glories of my Maker, God, My joyful voice shall sing; And call the nations to adore Their Former and their King. 2 'Twas his right hand that shap'd our clay, But from his own immediate breath, 3 We bring our mortal pow'rs to God, We claim some kindred with the skies, 4 Let grovelling beasts of ev'ry shape, And rocks, and trees, and fires, and seas. 5 Ye planets, to his honour shine, Praise him in your unwearied course, 6 The brightness of our Maker's Name And his unbounded grandeur flies, Beyond the heav'nly hills. Sunday. [*] Lord's Day: or, Resurrection of Christ. o 1 B That saw him triumph o'er the dust, And leave his last abode. p 2 In the cold prison of a tomb, Till the revolving skies had brought d 3 Hell and the grave unite their force, o The sleeping conqueror arose, 0 And burst their feeble chain. e 4 To thy great Name, almighty Lord, These sacred hours we pay; o And loud Hosannas shall proclaim The triumph of the day. s 5 Salvation, and immortal praise, To our victorious King; Let heav'n and earth, and rocks and seas, 1 HYMN 73. C. M. Mear. [*] H Doubts scattered: Joys restored. ENCE from my soul, sad tho'ts, be gone, . My tongue shall triumph in my God, And make a joyful noise. p 2 Darkness and doubts had veil'd my mind, o 3 Oh, what immortal joys I felt, -4 In vain the tempter frights my soul, с e One glimpse, dear Saviour, of thy face HYMN 74. S. M. Guilford. [b] Are these the thanks we owe! Thus to abuse eternal Love, Whence all our blessings flow! 2 To what a stubborn frame Has sin reduc'd our mind! What strange rebellious wretches we, 3 (On us he bids the sun For us the skies their circles run, 4 The brutes obey their God, And bow their necks to men; d 5 Turn, turn us, mighty God, 6 Let past ingratitude Provoke our weeping eyes; -And hourly, as new mercies fall, Let hourly thanks arise. HYMN 75. C. M. St. Ann's. [*] 1 [ROM thee, my God, my joys shall rise, |