I. GENERAL PRAISE.

Sel. 379.

PRAISE

Italian Hymn, p. 117.

we Jehovah's name;
Praise through his courts proclaim,
Rise and adore;

High o'er the heavens above,
Sound his great acts of love,
While his rich grace we prove,
Vast as his power.

2. Now let the trumpet raise
Triumphant sounds of praise,
Wide as his fame;

There let the harp be found;
Organs, with solemn sound,
Roll your deep notes around,
Fill'd with his name.

3. While his high praise we sing,
Shake every sounding string;
Sweet the accord!

He vital breath bestows;
Let every breath that flows,

His noblest fame disclose:

No force the mighty power withstands
Of God, the universal King.

2. He shall assaulting foes repel,
And with success our battles fight;
Shall fix the place where we must dwell,
The pride of Jacob his delight.

3. God is gone up, our Lord and King,
With shouts of joy, and trumpet's sound;
To him repeated praises sing,
And let the cheerful song rebound.

4. Your utmost skill in praise be shown,
For him who all the world commands;
Who sits upon his righteous throne,
And spreads his sway o'er heathen lands.

Sel. 381. Wareham, p. 83. [Ps. 145, P. 2.

(Stanzas 5, 6 omitted.)

LONG as I live I'll bless thy name,

My King, my God of love;

My work and joy shall be the same,
In the bright world above.

2. Great is the Lord, his power unknown,
And let his praise be great:
I'll sing the honors of thy throne,
Thy works of grace repeat.

3. Thy grace shall dwell upon my tongue;
And while my lips rejoice,
The men that hear my sacred song
Shall join their cheerful voice.

4. Fathers to sons shall teach thy name,
And children learn thy ways;
Ages to come thy truth proclaim,
And nations sound thy praise.

Sel. 382. Dundee, p. 61.

THE

[H. 5.

HE Lord, how fearful is his name! How wide is his command! Nature, with all her moving frame, Rests on his mighty hand!

2. Immortal glory forms his throne,
And light his awful robe:
While with a smile, or with a frown,
He manages the globe.

3. A word of his almighty breath
Can swell or sink the seas;
Build the vast empires of the earth,
Or break them, if He please!

(Stanza 5 omitted.)

ITH reverence let the saints appear,
And bow before the Lord;
His high commands devoutly hear,
And tremble at his word.

2. How terrible thy glories rise!

How bright thine armies shine!
Where is the power with thee that vies,
Or truth compared with thine!

3. The northern pole and southern rest
On thy supporting hand;
Darkness and day, from east to west,
Move round at thy command.

4. Thy words the raging winds control,
And rule the boisterous deep;
Thou mak'st the sleeping billows roll,
The rolling billows sleep.

6. Justice and judgment are thy throne,
Yet wondrous is thy grace!
While truth and mercy join'd in one,
Invite us near thy face.

Sel. 387. Newcourt, p. 107. [Ps. 19, P. 4. (REAT God, the heavens' well-order'd frame

GR

Declare the glories of thy name;

There thy rich works of wonder shine:
A thousand starry beauties there,
A thousand radiant marks appear
Of boundless power and skill divine.
2. From night to day, from day to night,
The dawning and the dying light,

Lectures of heavenly wisdom read:
With silent eloquence they raise
Our thoughts to our Creator's praise,

And neither sound nor language need.

3. Yet their divine instructions run

Far as the journeys of the sun,

And every nation knows their voice: The sun, like some young bridegroom dress'd,

Breaks from the chambers of the east, Rolls round, and makes the earth rejoice.

4. Where'er he spreads his beams abroad,
He smiles, and speaks his Maker, God;
All nature joins to show thy praise:
Thus God in every creature shines;
Fair is the book of nature's lines;
But fairer is the book of grace.

2. The Father's love shall run Through our immortal songs;

We bring to God the Son Hosannas on our tongues: Our lips address the Spirit's name

And raise your thoughts above:

Let every heart and voice accord
To sing that "God is love."

2. This precious truth his word declares,
And all his mercies prove;
Jesus, the gift of gifts appears,
To show that "God is love."

3. Let every saint above,

And angel round the throne, For ever bless and love

The sacred Three in One:

Thus heaven shall raise his honors high, When earth and time grow old and die.

Sel. 398.

'TIS

Varney, p. 133.

not that I did choose thee,
For, Lord, that could not be;
This heart would still refuse thee,
But thou hast chosen me:
Thou from the sin that stain'd me
Hast made me pure and free;
Of old thou hast ordain'd me,
That I should live to thee.

2. 'Twas sovereign mercy call'd me,
And taught my opening mind;
The world had else enthrall'd me,
To heavenly glories blind:
My heart owns none above thee;
For thy rich grace I thirst;
This knowing, if I love thee,

Thou must have lov'd me first.

2. Touch'd by thy quickening power,
My load of guilt I feel;
The wounds thy Spirit hath unclosed,
O let that Spirit heal.

3. In trouble and in gloom,

Must I for ever mourn?

And wilt thou not, at length, O God, In pitying love return?

4. O come, ere life expire,

Send down thy power to save;
For who shall sing thy name in death,
Or praise thee in the grave?

5. Why should I doubt thy grace,
Or yield to dread despair?
Thou wilt fulfil thy promised word,
And grant me all my prayer.