[song

6 His name, ye forests, wave along;
Whisper it, every flower;
Birds, beasts, and insects, swell the
That tells His love and power.

7 And round the wide world let it roll,
Whilst man shall lead it on;
Join, every ransomed human soul,
In glorious unison.

8 Come, aged man, come, little child,
Youth, maiden, peasant, king;
To God in Jesus reconciled,

Your hallelujahs bring. 9 The Omnipresent Deity!

Maker of earth and heaven,
The great Redeeming Majesty!
To Him all praise be given.
GEORGE RAWSON. 1853.

ORD of the world's majestic
frame,
Stupendous are Thy ways;
Thy various works declare Thy name,
And all resound Thy praise.

2 The heavens Thy matchless skill display,

With all the stars of light,

The splendid sun that rules the day,
The silver moon by night.

3 And, while those radiant orbs of light,

That shine from pole to pole,

In silent harmony unite

To praise Thee as they roll:— 4 O shall not we, of human race,

The glorious concert join?
Shall not the children of Thy grace
Attempt the theme divine?

5 Not all the feeble notes of time

Can utter God's high praise; Nor all the noblest strains sublime That earth and heaven can raise. 6 Yet this shall be our best employ, Through life's uncertain days; And, in the realms of boundless joy Eternal be Thy praise !

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1

JOSEPH ADDISON,

8.6.

I dwell in the high and holy place.

ISA. lvii. 15.

BEYOND, beyond that boundless

Above that dome of sky, [sea,
Further than thought itself can flee,
Thy dwelling is on high;
Yet, dear the awful thought to me,
That Thou, my God, art nigh :-
2 Art nigh, and yet my labouring mind
Feels after Thee in vain ;

Thee in these works of power to find,
Or to Thy seat attain:
Thy messenger, the stormy wind:
Thy path, the trackless main ;—

They thunder forth Thy praise,
The glorious honour of Thy name,
The wonders of Thy ways;
But Thou art not in tempest-flame,

Nor in day's glorious blaze.

4 I hear Thy voice when thunders roll Through the wide fields of air; The waves obey Thy dread control; Yet still Thou art not there: Where shall I find Him, O my soul, Who yet is everywhere?

5 O! not in circling depth or height, But in the contrite breast,

Present to faith, though veiled from
sight,

There does His Spirit rest:
O come, Thou Presence Infinite,
And make Thy creature blest.

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How excellent is Thy name in all the
earth!-PSA. viii. 1.

1LORD, our King, how excellent
Thy name on earth is known!
Thy glory in the firmament,
How wonderfully shown!

2 Yet are the humble dear to Thee!
Thy praises are confest
By infants lisping on the knee,
And sucklings at the breast.
3 When I behold the heavens on high,
The work of Thy right hand,—
The moon and stars amid the sky,
Thy lights in every land;

4 Lord! what is man, that Thou shouldst deign

On him to set Thy love,
Give him on earth awhile to reign,
Then fill a throne above?

5 O Lord, how excellent Thy name;
How manifold Thy ways!
Let time Thy saving truth proclaim,
Eternity, Thy praise.

JAMES MONTGOMERY. 1822.

L.M.

44 The Lord is good to all.—Psa. cxlv. 9.

1

YES

YES, God is good,-in earth and [wood,

sky, From ocean-depths and spreading Ten thousand voices ever cry, "God made us all, and God is good."

2 The sun that keeps his trackless way, [flood, And downward pours his golden Night's sparkling host, all join to say, In accents clear, that "God is good." 3 The merry birds prolong the strain, Their song with every spring renewed;

And balmy air, and falling rain, Each softly whisper, "God is good." 4 I hear it in the rushing breeze; The hills that have for ages stood, The echoing sky, and roaring seas All swell the chorus, "God is good." 5 Yes, "God is good," all nature says, By God's own hand with speech endued;

And man, in louder notes of praise,
Should sing for joy that "God is

Is like the Maker's love; Wherewith encompassed, great and small

In peace and order move.

4 One name above all glorious names, With its ten thousand tongues, The everlasting sea proclaims, Echoing angelic songs.

ETE

Thee the creation sings; With Thy loved name, rocks, hills, and seas,

And heaven's high palace rings.

2 Thy glories blaze all nature round,

And strike the gazing sight,

Through skies, and seas, and solid ground,

With terror and delight.

3 Infinite strength and equal skill

Shine through Thy works abroad; Our souls with vast amazement fill, And speak the builder, God.

4 But the mild glories of Thy grace, Our softer passions move;

Pity divine in Jesus' face,
We see, adore, and love.

5 The raging fire, the roaring wind,
Thy boundless power display;
But in the gentler breeze we find
Thy Spirit's viewless way.
Thou who hast given me eyes to see,
And love this sight so fair,
Give me a heart to find out Thee,
And read Thee everywhere.
JOHN KEBLE. 1819.

3

They who cannot sing can pray. 4 Oh! the bright, the vast creation Can be terrible and stern; From its stroke be no salvation, Though on every side we turn:

Lord of nature,

Then to Thee our spirits yearn.

5 Calm and blest is our composure, When the secret is possest, That our God, in full disclosure, Hath to us His heart exprest:

Thou, O Saviour,

Hast been given to make us blest.

6 Time and space, O Lord, that show
Oft in power veiling good, [Thee
Are too vast for us to know Thee
As our trembling spirits would:
But in Jesus, yes, in Jesus,
Father! Thou art understood.
THOMAS T. LYNCH. 1855.

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7s.

His mercy endureth for ever.

PSA. CXXXVI. i.

He leads me to the place

Where heavenly pasture grows; Where living waters gently pass, And full salvation flows.

If e'er I go astray,

He doth my soul reclaim;

And guides me in His own right way, For His most holy name.

While He affords His aid,

I cannot yield to fear;

Though I should walk through

death's dark shade,

My Shepherd's with me there.

The bounties of His love

Shall crown my following days: Nor from His house will I remove, Nor cease to sing His praise.

51 My God shall supply all your need.

1

PHILIP. iv. 19.

MY Shepherd will supply my

need,

Jehovah is His name;

In pastures fresh He makes me feed,.
Beside the living stream.

2 He brings my wandering spirit back,
When I forsake His ways;
And leads me, for His mercy's sake,
In paths of truth and grace.

3 When I walk through the shades of death,

Thy presence is my stay;
A word of Thy supporting breath
Drives all my fears away.

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1

TH

118.

I shall not want.-PSA. xxiii. 1.

HE Lord is my shepherd, no want shall I know;

I feed in green pastures, safe folded to rest;

He leadeth my soul where the calm waters flow,

Restores me when wandering, redeems when opprest.

2 Through the valley and shadow of death though I stray,

Since Thou art my Keeper, no evil
I fear;

Thy rod shall defend me, Thy staff
be my stay ;

No harm can befall with my Comforter near.

3 In the midst of affliction my table is spread;

With blessings unmeasured my cup runneth o'er;

my head;

With perfume and oil Thou anointest [dence more? O! what shall I ask of Thy provi4 Let goodness and mercy, my bountiful God!