Arrayed in robes of light,
Begirt with sovereign might,
And rays of majesty around.

2 Upheld by thy commands,
The world securely stands,
And skies and stars obey thy word:
Thy throne was fixed on high
Before the starry sky:
Eternal is thy kingdom, Lord!

3 Let floods and nations rage,
And all their powers engage;
Let swelling tides assault the sky :
The terrors of thy frown

Shall beat their madness down: Thy throne for ever stands on high.

4 Thy promises are true;

Thy grace is ever new;

There fixed, thy church shall ne'er remove:
Thy saints, with holy fear,
Shall in thy courts appear,
And sing thine everlasting love.

GANGES. C. P. M.

110.

"Praise ye Him, all His hosts.”—Psalm 148.

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,

To swell th' inspiring theme.

2 Ye angels, catch the thrilling sound,
While all th' adoring throngs around
His boundless mercy sing:
Let every listening saint above
Wake all the tuneful soul of love,
And touch the sweetest string.

3 Let every element rejoice;
Ye thunders, burst with awful voice

To him who bids you roll:
His praise in softer notes declare,
Each whispering breeze of yielding air,
And breathe it to the soul.

4 Wake, all ye soaring throngs, and sing; Ye feathered warblers of the spring,

Harmonious anthems raise

To him who shaped your finer mold, Who tipped your glittering wings with gold,

And tuned your voice to praise.

5 Let man, by nobler passions swayed, Let man, in God's own image made, His breath in praise employ;

1 AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun
Thy daily stage of duty run;
Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise
To pay thy morning sacrifice.
2 Awake, lift up thyself, my heart,
And with the angels bear thy part,
Who all night long unwearied sing
High praises to th' eternal King.
3 Glory to thee, who safe hast kept,

And hast refreshed me while I slept;
Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake,
I may of endless life partake.

4 Lord, I my vows to thee renew:

Scatter my sins as morning dew;
Guard my first springs of thought and will,
And with thyself my spirit fill.
5 Direct, control, suggest, this day,
All I design, or do, or say;

That all my powers, with all their might,
In thy sole glory may unite.

5 Lord, let my soul for ever share The bliss of thy paternal care! 'Tis heaven on earth, 't is heaven above, To see thy face, and sing thy love.

6 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow; Praise him, all creatures here below; Praise him above, ye heavenly host; Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

160.

"Slow to anger, and plenteous in mercy." Psalm 103.

1 My soul, inspired with sacred love, God's holy name for ever bless! Of all his favors mindful prove,

And still thy grateful thanks express.
2 The Lord abounds with tender love,
And unexampled acts of grace;
His wakened wrath doth slowly move,
His willing mercy flies apace.

3 As high as heaven its arch extends
Above this little spot of clay,
So much his boundless grace transcends
The best obedience we can pay.

4 As far as 't is from east to west,

So far has he our sins removed, Who, with a father's tender breast, Has such as fear him always loved. 5 Let every creature join to bless

The mighty Lord! and thou, my heart, With grateful joy thy thanks express, And in this concert bear thy part.

1 FAR as thy name is known,

The world declares thy praise;
Thy saints, O Lord, before thy throne,
Their songs
of honor raise.

2 With joy thy people stand

On Zion's chosen hill,

Proclaim the wonders of thy hand,

And counsels of thy will.

3 Let strangers walk around
The city where we dwell,
Compass and view thine holy ground,
And mark the building well-

4 The order of thy house,

The worship of thy court,

The cheerful songs, the solemn vows;
And make a fair report.

5 How decent, and how wise!

How glorious to behold!

Beyond the pomp that charms the eyes,
And rites adorned with gold.

6 The God we worship now

Will guide us till we die;

Will be our God, while here below,
And ours above the sky.

Which kings and prophets waited for,
And sought, but never found!

4 How blessed are our eyes,

That see this heavenly light!
Prophets and kings desired it long,
But died without the sight.

5 The watchmen join their voice,
And tuneful notes employ;
Jerusalem breaks forth in songs,
And deserts learn the joy.
6 The Lord makes bare his arm
Through all the earth abroad:
Let every nation now behold
Their Saviour and their God.
"The Head-stone of the corner."
Psalm 118.

1027.

1 SEE what a living stone

The builders did refuse!

Yet God hath built his church thereon,
In spite of envious Jews.

2 The scribe and angry priest

Reject thine only Son;

Yet on this rock shall Zion rest,

As the chief corner-stone.

3 The work, O Lord, is thine,
And wondrous in our eyes:
This day declares it all divine;
This day did Jesus rise.
4 This is the glorious day

That our Redeemer made:

Let us rejoice, and sing, and pray;
Let all the church be glad.

5 Hosanna to the King,

Of David's royal blood!

Bless him, ye saints! he comes to bring
Salvation from your God.

6 We bless thine holy word,

Which all this grace displays,
And offer on thine altar, Lord,
Our sacrifice of praise.