a 6 Great God! how infinite art thou! What worthless worms are we ! a g Let the whole race of creatures bow, And pay their praise to thee ! HYMN 68. C. M. Barby. St. Ann's. [*] 1 'F The humble Worship of God. ATHER, I long, I faint to see o I'd leave the earthly courts, and flee -2 Here I behold thy distant face, And 'tis a pleasant sight; o But, to abide in thine embrace, Is infinite delight. -3 I'd part with all the joys of sense, Pleasure springs fresh forever thence, o 4 There all the heavenly hosts are seen; With wonder and with love. p 5 Then at thy feet, with awful fear, With joy they shrink to nothing there, 6 [There would I vie with all the host, While less than nothing-I could boast, -7 The more thy glories strike mine eves, Thus, while I sink, my joys shall rise HYMN 69. C. M. Christmas. [*] •1 [BEGIN, my tongue, some heavenly theme, And speak some boundless thing,g The mighty works, or mightier NameOf our eternal King. -2 Tell of his wondrous faithfulness, 0 And sound his power abroad; e Sing the sweet promise of his grace, And the performing God. o 3 Proclaim-Salvation from the Lord, For wretched, dying men; e -His hand has writ the sacred word, g 4 Engraved, as in eternal brass, Nor can the powers of darkness raze e 5 He who can dash whole worlds to death, 6 (His very word of grace is strong, d 7 He said, Let the wide heaven be spread, And he was Abra'am's God.) e 8 Oh, might I hear thy heavenly tongue -Those gentle words should raise my song o. 9 How would my leaping heart rejoice, o I trust the all-creating voice, And faith desires no more.] HYMN 70. L. M. [*] God's Dominion over the Sea. Psalm cvii. 23, &c. 1 GOD of the seas, thy thundering voice Makes all the roaring waves rejoice! And one soft word of thy command Can sink them silent in the sand. 2 If but a Moses waves his rod, The meanest fish that swims the flood, 8 Anon they plunge in watery graves, 9 Oh, for some signal of thy hand! From the 70th to the 108th Hymn, I hope the reader will forgive the neglect of rhyme, in the first and third lines of the stanza. HYMN 71. C. M. Devizes. [*] Praise to God from all Creatures. 1TM HE glories of my Maker, God, And call the nations to adore Their Former and their King. 2 "Twas his right hand that shaped our clay, But from his own immediate breath 3 We bring our mortal powers to God, We claim some kindred with the skies, 4 Let grovelling beasts of every shape And rocks, and trees, and fires, and seas, 5 Ye planets, to his honour shine, 6 The brightness of our Maker's Name And his unbounded grandeur flies 1 HYMN 72. C. M. Sunday. [*] Lord's Day; or, Resurrection of Christ. B LEST morning, whose young dawning rays That saw him triumph o'er the dust, p 2 In the cold prison of a tomb, -Till the revolving skies had brought d 3 Hell and the grave unite their force, o The sleeping Conqueror arose, 0 And burst their feeble chain. e 4 To thy great Name, almighty Lord, These sacred hours we pay; o And loud Hosannas shall proclaim The triumph of the day. s 5 Salvation, and immortal praise, To our victorious King; Let heaven and earth, and rocks and seas, With glad Hosannas ring. HYMN 73. C. M. Mear. [*] Doubts scattered: Joys restored. 1 HA ENCE from my soul, sad thoughts, be gone. o My tongue shall triumph in my God, And make a joyful noise. p 2 Darkness and doubts had veiled my mind, o 3 Oh, what immortal joys I felt, e 4 In vain the tempter frights my soul, d 1 HYMN 74. S. M. Guilford. [b] Ingratitude to Divine Goodness. 'S this the kind return! Thus to abuse eternal Love, Whence all our blessings flow! 2 To what a stubborn frame Has sin reduced our mind! What strange, rebellious wretches we, 3 (On us he bids the sun For us the skies their circles run, 4 The brutes obey their God, And bow their necks to men; But we, more base, more brutish things, 5 Turn, turn us, mighty God, And mould our souls afresh; Break, sovereign grace, these hearts of stone, And give us hearts of flesh. 6 Let past ingratitude Provoke our weeping eyes; -And hourly, as new mercies fall, .0 HYMN 75. C. M. St. Ann's. [*] 1 ROM thee, my God, my joys shall rise, T |