120. L. M.

1. JEHOVAH reigns; He dwells in light,
Girded with majesty and might;
The world, created by His hands,
Still on its firm foundation stands.

2. But ere this spacious world was made
Or had its first foundation laid,
Thy throne eternal ages stood,
Thyself the ever-living God.

3. Like floods the angry nations rise,
And aim their rage against the skies;
Vain floods, that aim their rage so high;
At Thy rebuke the billows die.

4. Forever shall Thy throne endure;
Thy promise stands forever sure;
And everlasting holiness

Becomes the dwelling of Thy grace.

121. L. M.

WATTS.

1. WITH glory clad, with strength arrayed,
The Lord that o'er all nature reigns,
The world's foundation strongly laid,
And the vast fabric still sustains.

2. How sure established is Thy throne!
Which shall no change or period seo;
For Thou, O Lord, and Thou alone,
Art God from all eternity.

3. The floods, O Lord, lift up their voice,
And toss the troubled waves on high;
But God above can still their noise,
And make the angry sea comply.

TATE AND BRADY.

122. L. M.

1. LORD, Thou hast searched and seen me through;

Thine eye commands, with piercing view,
My rising and my resting hours,

My heart and flesh, with all their powers. 2. My thoughts, before they are my own, Are to my God distinctly known;

He knows the words I mean to speak
Ere from my opening lips they break.
3. Within Thy circling power I stand;
On every side I find Thy hand;
Awake, asleep, at home, abroad,
I am surrounded still with God.

4. Amazing knowledge, vast and great!
What large extent! what lofty height!
My soul, with all the powers I boast,
Is in the boundless prospect lost.

5. O, may these thoughts possess my breast,
Where'er I rove, where'er I rest,
Nor let my weaker passions dare
Consent to sin, for God is there.

WATTS.

1. WHAT is our God, or what His name,
Nor men can learn, nor angels teach;
He dwells concealed in radiant flame,
Where neither eye nor thought can reach.
2. The spacious worlds of heavenly light,
Compared with Him, how short they fall!
They are too dark, and He too bright;
Nothing are they, and God is all.

3. He spake the wondrous word, and lo!
Creation rose at His command:

Whirlwinds and seas their limits know,
Bound in the hollow of His hand.

4. The tide of creatures ebbs and flows,
Measuring their changes by the moon:
No ebb His sea of glory knows;
His age is one eternal noon.

5. Then fly, my song, an endless round;
The lofty tune let angels raise :
All nature dwell upon the sound;
But we can ne'er fulfil the praise.

1. FAIREST of all the lights above, [spheres,
Thou sun, whose beams adorn the
And with unwearied swiftness move
To form the circles of our years-

2. Praise the Creator of the skies,
That dressed thine orb in golden rays;
Or may the sun forget to rise

If he forget his Maker's praise.

3. Ye twinkling stars, who gild the skies
When darkness has its curtains drawn,
Who keep your watch with wakeful eyes,
When business, cares, and day are gone-
4. Proclaim the glories of your Lord, [street,
Dispersed through all the heavenly
Whose boundless treasures can afford
So rich a pavement for His feet.

5. O God of glory, God of Love!
Thou art the sun that makes our days;
With all Thy shining works above,
Let earth and dust attempt Thy praise.

WATTS.

EMMA. C. P. M.

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126. C. P. M.

1. THE mighty God who rolls the spheres,
And storm, and fire, and hail prepares,
And guides this vast machine;
His powerful hand our life sustains,
And scatters all those joys and pains
That fill this checkered scene.

2. His piercing eye at once surveys
Where thousand suns and systems blaze,
And where the sparrow falls;
While seraphs tune their harps on high,
His ear attends the softest cry,
When human misery calls.

3. Eternal God! who shall not fear,
And trust, and love with soul sincere,
Thy awful, glorious name?
While man, Thy creature, swift decays,
Time has no measure for Thy days,
Nor limit for Thy fame.

127. C. P. M.

J. TAYLOR.

1. ALTHOUGH the vine its fruit deny, The budding fig-trees droop and die, No oil the olives yield,

Yet will I trust me in my God, Yea, bend rejoicing to His rod, And by His grace be heal'd.

2. Though fields, in verdure once array'd, By whirlwinds desolate be laid,

Or parch'd by scorching beam;
Still in the Lord shall be my trust,
My joy; for, though His frown is just,
His mercy is supreme.

3. Though from the fold the flock decay,
Though herds lie famish'd o'er the lea
And round the empty stall;
My soul above the wreck shall rise,
Its better joys are in the skies;
There God is all in all.

4. In God my strength, howe'er distrest,
I yet will hope, and calmly rest,
Nay, triumph in His love:
My ling'ring soul, my tardy feet,
Free as the hind He makes, and fleet,
To speed my course above.

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

2. High on a throne His glories dwell,

An awful throne of shining bliss: Fly through the world, O sun! and tell How dark thy beams compared to His. 3. Let clouds, and winds, and waves agree To join their praise with blazing fire; Let the firm earth and rolling sea, In this eternal song conspire.

4. 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.

5. Jehovah 't is a glorious word!

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

6. Speak of the wonders of that love
Which Gabriel plays on every chord;
From all below, and all above,
Loud hallelujahs to the Lord!

131. L. M.

WATTS.

1. My God, my King, Thy various praise Shall fill the remnant of my days; Thy grace employ my humble tongue, Till death and glory raise the song. 2. The wings of every hour shall bear Some thankful tribute to Thine ear;

And every setting sun shall see
New works of duty, done for Thee.

3. Let distant times and nations raise
The long succession of Thy praise;
And unborn ages make my song
The joy and labor of my tongue.

4. But who can speak Thy wondrous deeds?
Thy greatness all my thoughts exceeds:
Vast and unsearchable Thy ways,
Vast and immortal be Thy praise.

132. L. M.

WATTS.

1. BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne,
Ye nations bow, with sacred joy;
Know that the Lord is God alone;
He can create, and he destroy.

2. His sovereign power, without our aid, Made us of clay, and formed us men; And when, like wandering sheep, we strayed,

He brought us to His fold again.

3. We are His people; we His care;
Our souls, and all our mortal frame:
What lasting honors shall we rear,
Almighty Maker, to Thy name?

4. We'll crowd Thy gates, with thankful songs, High as the heaven our voices raise; And Earth, with her ten thousand tongues, Shall fill Thy courts with sounding praise.

5. Wide as the world is Thy command;
Vast as eternity Thy love;
Firm as a rock Thy truth shall stand,
When rolling years shall cease to move,

WATTS.