1 PRAISES to him who built the hills;
Praises to him the streams who fills;
Praises to him who lights each star
That sparkles in the blue afar.

2 Praises to him who wakes the morn,
And bids it glow with beams new-born;
Who draws the shadows of the night,
Like curtains, o'er our wearied sight.

3 Praises to him whose love has given,
In Christ his Son, the life of heaven;
Who for our darkness, gives us light,
And turns to day our deepest night.
4 Praises to him in grace who came

To bear our woe and sin and shame;
Who lived to die, who died to rise,
The God-accepted sacrifice.

5 Praises to him the chain who broke,
Opened the prison, burst the yoke,
Sent forth the captives glad and free,
Heirs of an endless liberty.

6 Praises to him who sheds abroad
Within our hearts the love of God,-
The Spirit of all truth and peace,
The Source of joy and holiness.

7 To Father, Son, and Spirit, now
The hands we lift, the knee we bow
To God Jehovah thus we raise
The ransomed sinner's song of praise!

And mount, and bear us far above The reach of these inferior things,

2 Beyond, beyond this lower sky,
Up where eternal ages roll,
Where solid pleasures never die,
And fruits immortal feast the soul.

3 Oh for a sight, a pleasing sight,
Of our almighty Father's throne;
There sits our Saviour, crowned with light,
Clothed in a body like our own.

4 Adoring saints around him stand,
And thrones and powers before him fall:
The God shines gracious through the Man,
And sheds sweet glories on them all.

5 Oh! what amazing joys they feel,
While to their golden harps they sing, .
And sit on every heavenly hill,
And spread the triumph of their King!

6 When shall the day, dear Lord, appear,
That I shall mount to dwell above;
And stand, and bow, among them there,
And view thy face, and sing, and love!

DOXOLOGY.

ETERNAL Father! throned above,
Thou Fountain of redeeming love!
Eternal Word! who left thy throne
For man's rebellion to atone;
Eternal Spirit, who dost give
That grace whereby our spirits live:
Thou God of our salvation, be
Eternal praises paid to thee!

1 SWEET is the work, O Lord,

Thy glorious acts to sing,
To praise thy name, and hear thy word,
And grateful offerings bring.

2 Sweet, at the dawning light,

Thy boundless love to tell;

And when approach the shades of night,
Still on the theme to dwell.

3 Sweet, on this day of rest,

To join in heart and voice

With those who love and serve thee best,
And in thy name rejoice.

4 To songs of praise and joy,

Be every Sabbath given,
That such may be our blest employ
Eternally in heaven.

1 WE lift our hearts to thee,

2

Thou Day-star from on high:
The sun itself is but thy shade,
Yet cheers both earth and sky.

Oh, let thy rising beams
Dispel the shades of night;
And let the glories of thy love,
Come like the morning light!

3 How beauteous nature now!

How dark and sad before!-
With joy we view the pleasing change,
And nature's God adore.

4 May we this life improve,

To mourn for errors past;
And live this short, revolving day
As if it were our last.

53.

"Welcome, sweet day of rest."

1 WELCOME, Sweet day of rest,
That saw the Lord arise!
Welcome to this reviving breast,
And these rejoicing eyes!
2 The King himself comes near,
And feasts his saints to day;
Here may we sit, and see him here,
And love, and praise, and pray.

3 One day, amid the place

Where my dear Lord hath been,
Is sweeter than ten thousand days
Within the tents of sin.

4 My willing soul would stay
In such a frame as this,
And sit and sing herself away
To everlasting bliss.

401."

"He shall gather the lambs with His arms." 1 To praise our Shepherd's care,

His wisdom, love, and might,
Your loudest, loftiest songs prepare,
And bid the world unite.

2 Supremely good and great,

He tends his blood-bought fold;

He stoops, though throned in highest state,

The feeblest to uphold.

3 He hears their softest plaint;

He sees them when they roam;

And if his meanest lamb should faint,
His bosom bears it home.

4 Kind Shepherd of the sheep!
A weary flock are we;

And snares and foes are nigh; but keep
The lambs who look to thee.

5 And if through death's dark vale
Our feet should early tread,
Oh, may we reach thy fold, and hail
The love which us hath led!

TYTHERTON. S. M.

1025.

"The mountain of His holiness."
Psalın 48.

1 GREAT is the Lord our God,
And let his praise be great;
He makes his churches his abode,
His most delightful seat.

2 These temples of his grace-
How beautiful they stand!
The honors of our native place,
And bulwarks of our land.

3 In Zion God is known,

A refuge in distress;
How bright has his salvation shone
Through all her palaces!

4 Oft have our fathers told,

Our eyes have often seen,
How well our God secures the fold
Where his own sheep have been.

5 In every new distress

We'll to his house repair,

We'll think upon his wondrous grace,
And seek deliverance there.

And earth, in humbler strains,
Thy praise responsive sings:

Worthy the Lamb, that once was slain,
Thro' endless years to live and reign.

114..

"Praise the Lord from the earth."

1 ANGELS, assist to sing

The honors of your God;
Touch every tuneful string,

And sound his name abroad: Come, pour the trembling notes along, And swell the grand, immortal song.

2 And ye of meaner birth,

Your joyful voices raise; All ye who dwell on earth, Your great Creator praise; Let loud hosannas joyful rise,

Roll round the earth and pierce the skies.

3 Let day and dusky night,

In solemn order, join

His praises to recite,

And speak his power divine:
Let every hill, and every vale,
Re-echo with the sacred tale.

4 Ye winds and raging seas,

With wild tempestuous roar
Resound, in mightier lays,

His name from shore to shore: Ye thunders, spread his name abroad; Ye lightnings, flash before your God.

5 Let every creature sing

The honors of our God;
Touch every tuneful string,

And spread his praise abroad: Come, pour your trembling notes along, And swell the universal 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: And clouds that fly His power declare, Ye floods on high, 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, From nothing came, And all their frame To praise the Lord!

4 Ye vapors, hail, and snow,

Praise ye th' almighty Lord;
And stormy winds that blow
To execute his word:

When lightnings shine, Let earth adore
Or thunders roar,
His hand divine.

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 | His saints shall raise Attempt his praise, His honors high.

440.

"Chosen of God and precious."

1 JOIN all the glorious names
Of wisdom, love, and power,
That ever mortals knew,

That angels ever bore:
All are too mean to speak his worth,
Too mean to set my Saviour forth.
2 Great Prophet of our God!

My tongue would bless thy name;
By thee the joyful news

Of our salvation came:

The joyful news of sins forgiven,
Of hell subdued, and peace with heaven.
3 Jesus, our great High Priest,
Offered his blood and died;
My guilty conscience seeks

No sacrifice beside:

His powerful blood did once atone, And now it pleads before the throne. 4 0 thou almighty Lord!

My Conqueror and my King!
Thy scepter and thy sword,
Thy reigning grace I sing:
Thine is the power; behold, I sit,
In willing bonds, beneath thy feet.

DOXOLOGY.

To God the Father's throne
Your highest honors raise;
Glory to God the Son,

To God the Spirit praise:
With all our powers, eternal King!
Thy name we sing, while faith adores.