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They show the labor of thine hands,
Or impress of thy feet.

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21.

J. TAYLOR.

Praise to God for his Greatness and Mercy.

1 GLORY be to God on high!
God, whose glory fills the sky.
Peace on earth to man forgiven!
Man, the well-beloved of Heaven.
Glory be to God on high!

God, whose glory fills the sky.

2 Favored mortals, raise the song;
Endless thanks to God belong.
Hearts o'erflowing with his praise,
Join the hymns your voices raise.

3 Call the tribes of beings round
From creation's utmost bound.
Where the Godhead shines confessed,
There be solemn praise addressed.

4 Mark the wonders of his hand;
Power, no empire can withstand;
Wisdom, angels' glorious theme;
Goodness, one eternal stream.

5 Awful Being! from thy throne
Send thy promised blessings down;
Let thy light, thy truth, thy peace,
Bid our raging passions cease.
Glory be, &c.

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1 YE tribes of Adam, join

With heaven, and earth, and seas,
And offer notes divine

To your Creator's praise :
Ye holy throng

Of angels bright,
In worlds of light,
Begin the song.

2 Thou sun, with dazzling rays,
And moon, that rul'st the night,
Shine to your Maker's praise,
With stars of twinkling light:

His power declare,

Ye floods on high,

And clouds that fly

In empty air.

3 The shining worlds above
In glorious order stand,
Or in swift courses move
By his

supreme command :

He spake the word,
And all their frame

From nothing came
To praise the Lord.

4 He moved their mighty wheels In unknown ages past,

And each his word fulfils

While time and nature last :

In different ways
His works proclaim
His wondrous name,
And speak his praise.

5 Let all the nations fear

The God that rules above;
He brings his people near,

And makes them taste his love:
While earth and sky
Attempt his praise,

His saints shall raise
His honors high.

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Thanksgiving and Praise.

1 My soul, praise the Lord!
Speak good of his name;
His mercies record,

His bounties proclaim ;
To God, their Creator,
Let all creatures raise
The song of thanksgiving,
The chorus of praise!

2 By knowledge supreme,
By wisdom divine,
God governs this earth
With gracious design;
O'er beast, bird, and insect
His providence reigns,
Whose will first created,

Whose love still sustains.

3 And man, his last work,
With reason endued,
Who, falling through sin,
By grace is renewed, -
To God, his Creator,
Let man ever raise
The song of thanksgiving,
The chorus of praise!

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24.

MRS. BARBAULD.

Praise to God.

1 PRAISE to God, immortal praise,
For the love that crowns our days:
Bounteous Source of every joy,
Let thy praise our tongues employ,-

2 For the blessings of the field,
For the stores the gardens yield,
For the vine's exalted juice,
For the generous olive's use;

3 Flocks that whiten all the plain,
Yellow sheaves of ripened grain,
Clouds that drop their fattening dews,
Suns that temperate warmth diffuse; -

4 All that Spring, with bounteous hand,
Scatters o'er the smiling land;
All that liberal Autumn pours
From her rich, o'erflowing stores:

5 These to thee, my God, we owe,
Source whence all our blessings flow;
And for these my soul shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise.

6 Yet, should rising whirlwinds tear
From its stem the ripening ear;
Should the fig-tree's blasted shoot
Drop her green, untimely fruit;

7 Should the vine put forth no more,
Nor the olive yield her store;
Though the sickening flocks should fall,
And the herds desert the stall;

8 Should thine altered hand restrain
The early and the latter rain;
Blast each opening bud of joy,
And the rising year destroy; -

9 Yet to thee my soul should raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise;
And, when every blessing 's flown,
Love thee for thyself alone.

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25.

OGILVIE.

Concert of Praise. Psalm 148.

1 BEGIN, my soul, the exalted lay; Let each enraptured thought obey, And praise the Almighty's name;

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

To swell the inspiring theme.

2 Ye angels, spread the joyful sound,
While all the adoring throngs around
His wondrous mercy sing;
Let every listening saint above
Wake all the tuneful soul of love,
And touch the loudest string.

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