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Let age to age thy righteousness
In sounds of glory sing.

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"2 God reigns on high-but ne'er confines
His goodness to the skies;

Through all the earth his bounty shines,
And every want supplies.

P 3 How kind are thy compassions, Lord!
How slow thine anger moves!-
But soon he sends his pardoning word,
To cheer the souls he loves.

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dol 4 Sweet is the memory of thy grace, My God, my heavenly King;

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Let age to age thy righteousness
In sounds of glory sing.

FOURTH PART. C. M.

Berwick

. 1 GREAT is the Lord!-our souls adore!
We wonder while we praise;

Thy power, O God, who can explore,
Or equal honor raise?

2 How large thy tender mercies are!
How wide thy grace extends!

On thy beneficence and care

The universe depends.

3 Thy praise shall be my constant theme,
How wondrous is thy power!

I'll speak the honors of thy name,
And bid the world adore.

4 Thy name shall dwell upon my tongue,
While suns shall set and rise;

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And tune my everlasting song
In realms beyond the skies.

FIFTH PART. C. M. Dunchurch

1 LET every tongue thy goodness speak,
Thou sovereign Lord of all;

Thy powerful hands uphold the weak,
And raise the poor that fall.

2 With longing eyes thy creatures wait
On thee for daily food;

Thy liberal hand provides their meat,
And fills their mouths with good.

3 Thy mercy never shall remove
From men of heart sincere;

Thou sav'st the souls whose humble love
Is joined with holy fear.

4 My lips shall dwell upon thy praise,
And spread thy fame abroad;

Let all the sons of Adam raise
The honors of their God.

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SIXTH PART. C. M.

Bedford

1 TO thee, my righteous King and Lord,
My grateful soul I'll raise;

From day to day thy works record,
And ever sing thy praise.

2 Thy greatness human thought exceeds;
Thy glory knows no end;

The lasting record of thy deeds
Through ages shall descend.

3 Thy wondrous acts, thy power, and might
My constant theme shall be;
That song shall be my soul's delight,
Which breathes in praise to thee.

mp 4 The Lord is bountiful and kind,
His anger slow to move;

All shall his tender mercies find,
And all his goodness prove.

5 From all thy works, O Lord, shall spring
The sound of joy and praise;
Thy saints shall of thy glory sing,
And show the world thy ways.

f 6 Throughout all ages shall endure
Thine everlasting reign;

Thine high dominion, firm and sure,
Forever shall remain.

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FIRST PART. L. M.

Mendon.

Praise to God for his Perfections and Providence.

1 PRAISE ye the Lord-my heart shall join
In work so pleasant, so divine;

My days of praise shall ne'er be past,
While life, and thought, and being last..

2 Happy the man, whose hopes rely
On Israel's God-he made the sky.
And earth, and seas, with all their train
And none shall find his promise vain.

3 His truth forever stands secure ;

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He saves the oppressed-he feeds the poor;
He helps the stranger in distress,

The widow and the fatherless.

4 He loves the saints-he knows them well,
But turns the wicked down to hell;-

f Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns;
Praise him in everlasting strains.

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SECOND PART. L. P. M. St. Helen's.

1 I'LL praise my Maker with my breath;
And when my voice is lost in death,

Praise shall employ my nobler powers:
My days of praise shall ne'er be past,
While life, and thought, and being last,
Or immortality endures.

2 How blest the man whose hopes rely
On Israel's God-he made the sky,

And earth, and seas, with all their train;
His truth forever stands secure ;

He saves the oppressed-he feeds the poor,
And none shall find his promise vain.

3 I'll praise him, while he lends me breath;
And when my voice is lost in death,

Praise shall employ my nobler powers;
My days of praise shall ne'er be past,
While life, and thought, and being last,
Or immortality endures.

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1 WITH Songs

and honors sounding loud,

Address the Lord on high;

Over the heavens he spreads his cloud,
And waters veil the sky.

2 He sends his showers of blessing down
To cheer the plains below;

He makes the grass the mountains crown,
And corn in valleys grow.

3 His steady councils change the face
Of each revolving year;

He bids the sun cut short his race,
And wintry days appear.

4 His hoary frost, his fleecy snow
Descend and clothe the ground;
The liquid streams forbear to flow,
In icy fetters bound.

5 He sends his word and melts the snow,
The fields no longer mourn;
He calls the warmer gales to blow,
And bids the spring return..

6 The changing wind-the flying cloud,
Obey his mighty word:

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With songs and honors sounding loud,
Praise ye the sovereign Lord.

FIRST PART. L. M. Old Hundred.

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From distant worlds, where creatures
Let heaven begin the solemn word,
And sound it dreadful down to hell.

2 Wide as his vast dominion lies,

Make the Creator's name be known;
Loud as his thunder shout his praise,
And sound it lofty as his throne.

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Oh! may it dwell on every tongue!
But saints, who best have known the Lord,
Are bound to raise the noblest song.

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4 Speak of the wonders of that love
Which Gabriel plays on every chord.
From all below-and all above,

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Loud hallelujahs to the Lord!

SECOND PART. S. M. St. Thomas.

1 LET every creature join

To praise th' eternal God;

Ye heavenly hosts, the song begin,
And sound his name abroad.

2 Thou sun, with golden beams,
And moon, with paler rays;
Ye starry lights, ye twinkling flames,
Shine to your Maker's praise.

3 He built those worlds above,

And fixed their wondrous frame :
By his command they stand or move,
And ever speak his name.

4 By all his works above,

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His honors be expressed;

But saints, who taste his saving love,
Should sing his praises best.

THIRD PART. C. P. M. Rapture. Kew.

" 1 BEGIN, my soul, th' exalted lay,
Let each enraptured thought obey,
And praise th' Almighty's name:
Lo! heaven and earth, and seas and skies,
In one melodious concert rise,

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To swell th' inspiring theme.

2 Thou heaven of heavens, his vast abor
Ye clouds, proclaim your Maker God;
Ye thunders, speak his power:
Lo! on the lightning's fiery wing
In triumph walks th' eternal King:
Th' astonished worlds adore.

3 Ye deeps, with roaring billows rise,
To join the thunders of the skies,
Praise him, who bids you roll;-
His praise in softer notes declare,
Each whispering breeze of yielding
And breathe it to the soul.