2 The tuneful birds proclaim his skill,
Their grateful songs the valleys fill;
The glorious orbs sing, as they shine,
He that made us is divine.

3 The Son of God, who took our nature,
He who died is our Creator:

Sound his fame-All Hallelujah!
To his name! Sing Hallelujah!

The Music of the Heart.-T. WALKER. 338. Invocation 283. Wrotham 72. Leoni 90. (22nd.)

COME, sweet inspirer, come; instructive

aid impart,

Our voices tune, our pow'rs improve-in music's art:

To great Immanuel's praise we dedicate our song,

And imitate the sacred lays of heav'n's high throng:

We'll emulate on earth angelic harmony, And hope to join their choir, through all eternity.

Doxology.-ORATORIO OF THEODORA.

339.

Shiloh 51. Birkstead 225.

LESSED be the pow'r who gave us,
Freely gave his Son to save us,
Blest the Son who freely came:
Honour, blessing, adoration,
Ever from the whole creation,
Be to God and to the Lamb.

Praying for Praises being accepted.

340.

1

2

3

ANONYMOUS.

Nunton Brook 98. (43rd.) 6, 10.

ACCEPT, thou Power supreme,

artless notes we raise;

While angels swell the theme
In far sublimer lays;

Fain would our souls in grateful praise ascend,

And bless the widows' God-the orphans' Friend.

On his bright throne above,

He hears the mourner's sigh;
With soft paternal love,

Oft wipes the streaming eye:

And to relieve the sorrowing bosom's smart,
Plants his own pity in the human heart.
O, let each generous friend

In blessing us be blest;

May peace their steps attend

To yon bright world of rest;

Where every brow with glory shall be crown'd,

And hallelujahs fill the eternal round.

341.

1

The Day of Judgment.

(From Watts's Lyrics.)

Pennington 430. WALKER'S 468.

WHEN the fierce north wind with its airy

forces,

Rears up the Baltic to a foaming fury;

And the red lightning, with a storm of hail

comes

Rushing amain down.

2 How the poor sailors stand amaz'd and

tremble!

While the hoarse thunder, like a bloody trumpet,

Roars a fierce onset to the gaping waters

Quick to devour them. 3 Such shall the noise be, and the wild disorder,

(If things eternal may be like these earthly,) Such the dire terror when the great arch

angel

Shakes the creation : 4 Tears the strong pillars of the vault of heaven, Breaks up old marble, the repose of princes; While the dread summons thunders through death's cavern,

"Come all to judgment!" 5 See the sky parting, and the Judge descending!

Now let our praises all arise to Jesus:

How he sits God-like! and the saints around

him

"Thron'd, yet adoring. 6 O may I sit there when he comes triumphant, Dooming the nations! then ascend to glory, While our hosannas all along the passage

342.

1

Shout the Redeemer !

Nativity.-S. MEDLEY.

Walker's Anthems, Number 4th.

PREPARE! the noblest songs prepare,

Let hosannas fill the air;

Sing the Saviour's glories o'er,
Jesus, whom the heav'ns adore;

2

Loud let our tuneful powers his glorious

name

In songs of joy and melody proclaim.

He comes! the God incarnate comes!
See our nature he assumes;

See him born with pow'r to bless
Sinful men, with saving grace:

Ye heav'nly hosts, again proclaim his birth; Mortals! adore the Deity on earth. 3 All hail, bless'd Jesus! here we raise Songs to thee of joy and praise; "Till thy second-coming day

Full salvation shall display.

"Till we shall meet thee in our heavenly home, We'll sing and pray, Come! dear Lord Jesus, come! Amen!

God's Compassion.-MRS. Barbauld. 343. New Sarum 69. Green Pasture 267. (26th.)

1 GOD, our kind Master, merciful as just,

Knowing our frame, remembers man is dust;

His ear is open to the softest cry; His grace descending meets the lifted eye. 2 He reads the language of the silent tear, And sighs are incense from a heart sincere: He marks the dawn of every virtuous aim, And fans the smoking flax into a flame. 3 Oh! set me from all earthly bondage free; Still every wish that centres not in thee; Bid my fond hopes, my vain disquiet cease, And guide my footsteps to perpetual peace.

Doxology.-ANONYMOUS.

344. Mystery 23. Clyrow 25. Amsterdam 136. (7th.)

FATHER, Son, and Holy Ghost,

One God whom we adore,

Join we with the heavenly host,
To praise thee evermore:
Three in One, and One in Three,
Live by heaven and earth ador'd;
Holy, Holy, Holy Lord!

All glory be to thee.

Universal Song of Praise.-ANONYMOUS.

345.

1

SING

ING to the Lord a joyful song,
Let all in one assembled throng
The great Jehovah's praise resound;
Sing to the Lord and bless his name,
From day to day his praise proclaim,

Who us hath with salvation crown'd:
To heathen lands his fame rehearse,
His wonders to the universe.

2 Let every people, every tribe,
Power, glory, strength to him ascribe:
Sing praises to your heav'nly King;
Yield to his name the honour due;
Up to his courts your way pursue;

Your willing off'rings to him bring:
Proclaim to all whom earth sustains,
O tell them that Jehovah reigns!