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5 Inspired with praise, our minds pursue
This wise and noble end,
That all we think, and all we do,
Shall to thy glory tend.

C. M.

1 THE God of nature and of grace,
In all his works appears;

St. Martin's.

His goodness through the earth we trace,
His grandeur in the spheres.

2 How excellent, O Lord, thy name,
In all creation's lines!
Spread through eternity, thy fame
With rising lustre shines.

3 Millions before thy presence stand,
Who feel, while they adore,
Fulness of joy, at thy right hand,
And pleasures evermore.

1 NATURE, with all her powers, shall sing
Her great Creator and her King:
Nor air, nor earth, nor skies, nor seas
Deny the tribute of their praise.

2 Ye seraphs, who sit near his throne,
Begin to make his glories known,
Tune high your harps, and spread the sound
Throughout creation's utmost bound.

3 Oh! may our ardent zeal employ
Our loftiest thoughts, and loudest songs ;
Let there be sung, with warmest joy,
Hosanna from ten thousand tongues.
mp 4 Yet, mighty God, our feeble frame
Attempts in vain to reach thy name:
The highest notes that angels raise,
Fall far below thy glorious praise.

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God self-existent and immutable.

1 ALL-POWERFUL, self-existent God,
Who all creation dost sustain !

Thou wast, and art, and art to come.
And everlasting is thy reign.

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2 Fixed and eternal as thy days,
Each glorious attribute divine,
Through ages infinite, shall still
With undiminished lustre shine.
3 Fountain of being! Source of good!
Immutable dost thou remain ;
Nor can the shadow of a change
Obscure the glories of thy reign.
4 Earth may with all her powers dissolve,
If such the great Creator's will:
But thou forever art the same;
"I AM" is thy memorial still.

C. M.

God almighty and omnipresent.

1 GREAT God, thy penetrating eye
Pervades my inmost powers:

Spencer

With awe profound my wondering soul
Falls prostrate, and adores.

2 To be encompassed round with God,
The holy and the just;

Armed with omnipotence to save,
Or crumble me to dust-

3 Oh, how tremendous is the thought!
Deep may it be impressed!
And may thy Spirit firmly grave
This truth within my breast!

4 Begirt with thee, my fearless soul
The gloomy vale shall tread;

And thou wilt bind th' immortal crown
Of glory on my head.

1 WHERE'ER, through all his works, we send Our roving eyes abroad,

The various objects all conspire

To lead our souls to God;

2 That God, whose word all nature formed,
Whose eye all nature sees;

Whose hand all nature rules, sustains,
Or crushes, as he please ;-

3 Before whose high and dazzling throne
Myriads of angels bow;

Whose sinile is everlasting bliss-
Whose frown is endless wo.

4 Low at his feet, then, O my soul,
In prostrate homage fall;
Make him thy fear, thy love, thy trust,
Thy joy, thy God, thy all."

C. M.

God searching the Heart.

Patmos. Rochester

1 GOD is a spirit, just-and wise;
He sees our inmost mind;

In vain to Heaven we raise our cries,
And leave our hearts behind.

2 Nothing but truth before his throne
With honor can appear;

The painted hypocrites are known
Through the disguise they wear.
3 Their lifted eyes salute the skies
Their bending knees the ground;
But God abhors the sacrifice,

Where not the heart is found.

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mp 4 Lord, search my thoughts, and try my ways, And make my soul sincere;

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Then shall I stand before thy face,
And find acceptance there.

Wisdom and Knowledge of God.

1 AWAKE, my tongue-thy tribute bring
To him who gave thee power to sing ;.
Praise him, who is all praise above,
The source of wisdom and of love.

2 How vast his knowledge! how profound!
A depth where all our thoughts are drowned!
The stars he numbers-and their names
He gives to all those heavenly flames.

3 Through each bright world above, behold
Ten thousand thousand charms unfold:
Earth, air, and mighty seas combine,
To speak his wisdom all divine.

4 But in redemption, oh what grace!
Its wonders, oh what thought can trace!
Here wisdom shines forever bright-
Praise him, my soul, with sweet delight.

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Goodness of God seen in his Works.

1 HAIL, great Creator-wise and good!
To thee our songs we raise;
Nature, through all her various scenes,
Invites us to thy praise.

2 At morning, noon, and evening mild,
Fresh wonders strike our view;
And while we gaze, our hearts exult,
With transports ever new.

3 Thy glory beams in every star,
Which gilds the gloom of night;
And decks the smiling face of morn
With rays of cheerful light.

4 The lofty hill-the humble lawn,
With countless beauties shine;
The silent grove-the awful shade,
Proclaim thy power divine.

5 Great nature's God! still may these scenes
Our serious hours engage!

Still may our grateful hearts consult
Thy works' instructive page!

6 And while, in all thy wondrous ways,
Thy varied love we see;

Oh may our hearts, great God, be led
Through all thy works to thee.

L. M

Goodness of God.

Pomfret. Rothwell

1 INDULGENT Lord, thy goodness reigns
Through all the wide, celestial plains;
And thence its streams redundant flow,
And cheer th' abodes of men below.

2 Through nature's works its glories shine;
The cares of providence are thine;
And grace erects our ruined frame,
A fairer temple to thy name.

3 Oh! give to every human heart
To taste and feel how good thou art!
With grateful love and holy fear,
To know how blest thy children are.
4 Let nature burst into a song;

Ye echoing hills, the notes prolong;
Earth, seas, and stars, your anthems raise,
All vocal with your Maker's praise!

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God our Creator and Benefactor.

1 MY Maker and my King!
To thee my all I owe;

Thy sovereign bounty is the spring,
Whence all my blessings flow.

2 Thou ever good and kind!
A thousand reasons move,
A thousand obligations bind
My heart to grateful love.
3 The creature of thy hand,
On thee alone I live;
My God, thy benefits demand
More praise than I can give.
4 Lord, what can I impart,

When all is thine before;
Thy love demands a thankful heart;
The gift, alas! how poor!

5 Shall I withhold thy due?

And shall my passions rove?
Lord, form this wretched heart anew,
And fill it with thy love.

6 Oh let thy grace inspire

My soul with strength divine;
Let all my powers to thee aspire,
And all my days be thine.

1 THIS frame, O God-these noble powers,
To thy creating hand I owe;
Thy providence preserves me safe,
And crowns my every wish below.

2 Oft in the visions of the night,

My thoughts o'er all thy mercies rove;
And, every midnight wakeful hour,
I trace the wonders of thy love.

3 The pleasing, unexhausted theme
Each rising morn my soul pursues-
In fervent prayer ascends to thee,
And still her grateful song renews.

4 Thy mercies, Lord, through endless years,
Shall all my raptured powers employ;
Yet endless years will only swell
My wonder, gratitude, and joy.