1 My soul, repeat his praise,

Whose mercies are so great, Whose anger is so slow to rise, So ready to abate.

2 High as the heavens are raised Above the ground we tread, So far the riches of his grace Our highest thoughts exceed. 3 His power subdues our sins,

And his forgiving love,
Far as the east is from the west,
Doth all our guilt remove.

4 He knows we are but dust,

Scattered with every breath;
His anger like a rising wind,
Can send us swift to death.

5 But thy compassions, Lord,
To endless years endure;
And children's children ever find
Thy words of promise sure.

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1 O, bless the Lord, my soul;

Let all within me join,

I. WATTS.

And aid my tongue to bless his name
Whose favors are divine.

2 O, bless the Lord, my soul;
Nor let his mercies lie

Forgotten in unthankfulness,
And without praises die.

2 Thy kingdom come; thy will
On earth be done in love,
As all the seraphim fulfill
Thy perfect law above.

3 Our daily bread supply,
While by thy word we live;
The guilt of our iniquity
Forgive, as we forgive.

4 From dark temptation's power,
From Satan's wiles, defend;
Deliver in the evil hour,
And guide us to the end.

5 Thine, then, forever be

Glory and power divine; The sceptre, throne, and majesty Of heaven and earth are thine. J. MONTGOMERY.

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1 Songs of praise the angels sang, Heaven with hallelujahs rang, When Jehovah's work begun, ||: When he spake, and it was done. :|| 2 Songs of praise awoke the morn, When the Prince of Peace was born: Songs of praise arose, when he

|: Captive led captivity. :||

3 Heaven and earth must pass away; Songs of praise shall crown that day : God will make new heavens and earth; : Songs of praise shall hail their birth.

4 And shall man alone be dumb,

Till that glorious kingdom come?
No! the church is called to raise

|: Psalms and hymns of grateful praise. :|| J. MONTGOMERY. 134

1 Now begin the heavenly theme,
Sing aloud in Jesus' name;
Ye, who his salvation prove,

|: Triumph in redeeming love. :||
2 Ye, who see the Father's grace
Beaming in the Saviour's face,
As to Canaan on ye move,
|: Praise, and bless redeeming love. :||

3 Mourning souls! dry up your tears ;
Banish all your sinful fears;
See your guilt and curse remove,—
: Canceled by redeeming love. :||

M. MADAN.

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1 Glory be to God on high,

God, whose glory fills the sky! Peace on earth to man forgiven, ||: Man, the well-beloved of Heaven. :|| 2 Sovereign Father, heavenly King, Thee we now presume to sing; Thee with thankful hearts we prove ||: God of power, and God of love. :|| 3 Bow thine ear, in mercy bow, Hear the world's atonement, thou! Jesus, in thy name we pray, |: Take, O take our sins away. :||

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C. WESLEY.

1 Praise the Lord, his glories show Saints within his courts below, Angels round his throne above,

||: All that see and share his love. :||

2 Earth to heaven, and heaven to earth, Tell his wonders, sing his worth; Age to age, and shore to shore, ||: Praise him, praise him, evermore ! :|| 3 Praise the Lord, his mercies trace; Praise his providence and grace; All that he for man hath done, ||: All he sends us through his Son. :|| 4 Strings and voices, hands and hearts, In the concert bear your parts; All that breathe, your Lord adore, ||: Praise him, praise him, evermore! :||

H. F. LYTE.

1 Thank and praise Jehovah's name;
For his mercies, firm and sure,
From eternity the same,
To eternity endure.

2 Let the ransomed thus rejoice,
Gathered out of every land,
As the people of his choice,
Plucked from the destroyer's hand.

3 Let the elders praise the Lord,
Him let all the people praise,
When they meet with one accord
In his courts on holy days.

4 Praise him, ye who know his love;
Praise him from the depths beneath;
Praise him in the heights above;
Praise your Maker, all that breathe.

5 For his truth and mercy stand,
Past, and present, and to be,
Like the years of his right hand,
Like his own eternity.

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J. MONTGOMERY.

1 Father of our feeble race,

Wise, beneficent, and kind, Spread o'er nature's ample face, Flows thy goodness unconfined:

2 Musing in the silent grove,

Or the busy walks of men, Still we trace thy wondrous love, Claiming large returns again.

3 Lord, what offerings shall we bring,
At thine altars when we bow?
Hearts, the pure, unsullied spring,
Whence the kind affections flow;
4 Soft compassion's feeling soul,
By the melting eye expressed;
Sympathy, at whose control

Sorrow leaves the wounded breast ;-
5 Teach us, O thou heavenly King,
Thus to show our grateful mind,
Thus th'accepted offering bring-
Love to thee and all mankind.
J. TAYLOR.

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1 To thy temple we repair;
Lord, we love to worship there;
While to thee our prayers ascend,
Let thine ear in love attend.
2 While thy glorious name is sung,
Tune our lips, inspire our tongue,
Then our joyful souls shall bless
Christ, the Lord our Righteousness.
3 While thy word is heard with awe,
While we tremble at thy law,
Let thy gospel's wondrous love
Every doubt and fear remove.

4 From thy house when we return,
Let our hearts within us burn;
Then, at evening, we may say,
"We have walked with God to-day."
J. MONTGOMERY.

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1 Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear My voice ascending high; To thee will I direct my prayer, ||: To thee lift up mine eye. :||

2 Thou art a God before whose sight The wicked shall not stand; Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight, |: Nor dwell at thy right hand. :||

3 But to thy house will I resort,

To taste thy mercies there;
I will frequent thine holy court,
||: And worship in thy fear. :||

4 O may thy Spirit guide my feet
In ways of righteousness,
Make every path of duty straight
||: And plain before my face.
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Ï. WATTS.

1 Once more, my soul, the rising day Salutes my waking eyes;

Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay ||: To him that rules the skies. :||

2 Night unto night his name repeats, The day renews the sound, Wide as the heavens on which he sits : To turn the seasons round. :||

3 Great God, let all my hours be thine, While I enjoy the light; Then shall my sun in smiles decline, ||: And bring a pleasant night. :||

I. WATTS.

1 Again, from calm and sweet repose,
I rise to hail the dawn;
Again my waking eyes unclose
To view the smiling morn. :||

2 Great God of love, thy praise I'll sing; For thou hast safely kept

My soul beneath thy guardian wing, ||: And watched me while I slept. :||

3 Glory to thee, eternal Lord;

O, teach my heart to pray, And thy blest Spirit's help afford, |: To guide me through the day. :|| 4 From danger, sin, and every ill, My constant Guardian prove; O, sanctify my heart, and fill |: With thoughts of holy love. ;||

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1 My op'ning eyes with rapture see
The dawn of thy returning day;
My thoughts, O God, ascend to thee,
While thus my early vows I pay.

2 O, bid this trifling world retire,

And drive each carnal thought away; Nor let me feel one vain desire, One sinful thought through all the day. 3 Then to thy courts when I repair,

My soul shall rise on joyful wing,
The wonders of thy love declare,
And join the strains which angels sing.
J. HUTTON.
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1 Forth in thy name, O Lord, I go
My daily labor to pursue ;
Thee, only thee, resolved to know
In all I think, or speak, or do.

2 The task thy wisdom has assigned
O, let me cheerfully fulfill!
In all thy works thy presence find,
And prove thine own accepted will.

3 Give me to bear thy easy yoke,

And every moment watch and pray, And still to things eternal look, And hasten to thy glorious day. 146

C. WESLEY,

1 Awake, my soul, and with the sun
The daily stage of duty run;
Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise
To pay the morning sacrifice.

2 Thy precious time misspent, redeem;
Each present day thy last esteem;
Improve thy talent with due care ;
For the great day thyself prepare.

3 Let all thy converse be sincere ;

Thy conscience as the noontide clear; Think how th'all-seeing God thy ways And all thy secret thoughts surveys. 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.

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T. KEN.

1 O Christ, with each returning morn
Thine image to our hearts be borne ;
And may we ever clearly see
Our dearest treasure, Lord, in thee!

2 All hallowed be our walk this day;
May meekness form our morning ray,
And faithful love our noontide light,
And hope our sunset, calm and bright.
3 May grace each idle thought control,
And sanctify each wayward soul;
May guile depart, and malice cease,
And all within be joy and peace.