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12. L. M. Dodbridge. " Praising God through the Whole of our Existence. 1 God of my life, through all its days My grateful powers shall sound thy praise ; The song shall wake with opening light, And warble to the silent night.

2 When anxious cares would break my rest,

And griefs would tear my throbbing breast, Thy tuneful praises, raised on high,

Shall check the murmur and the sigh. 3 When death o'er nature shall prevail,

And all my powers of language fail,
Joy through my swimming eyes shall break,

And mean the thanks I cannot speak. 4 But 0, when that last conflict's o'er,

And I am chained to flesh no more,
With what glad accents shall I rise,
To join the music of the skies !


13. C. M. TATE & Brady.

Praising God in all Changes.
1 Through all the changing scenes of life,

In trouble and in joy,
The praises of my God shall still

My heart and tongue employ.
2 The hosts of God encamp around

The dwellings of the just;
Deliverance he affords to all

Who on his succor trust.
3 O, make but trial of his love, -

Experience will decide
How blest they are, and only they,

Who in his truth confide.
4 Fear him, ye saints, and you will then

Have nothing else to fear;
Make you his service your delight,-

He'll make your wants his care.

14. L. M. 61. Watts.

Goodness and Truth of God. 1 I'll praise my Maker with my breath; And when my voice is lost in death,

Praise shall employ my nobler powers : My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last,

Or immortality endures. 2 Happy the man whose hopes rely On Israel's God: he made the sky,

And earth, and seas, with all their train; His truth forever stands secure; He saves the oppressed, he feeds the poor;

And none shall find his promise vain.

3 The Lord hath eyes to give the blind;
The Lord supports the sinking mind;

He sends the laboring conscience peace;
He helps the stranger in distress,
The widow and the fatherless,

And grants the prisoner sweet release.

4 I'll praise him while he lends me breath;
And when my voice is lost in death,

Praise shall employ my nobler powers :
My days of praise shall ne'er be past,
While life, and thought, and being last,

Or immortality endures.

15. 10 & 1ls M. PARK.

Thanksgiving and Praise. 1 My soul, praise the Lord, speak good of his name!

His mercies record, his bounties proclaim :
To God, their Creator, let all creatures raise

The song of thanksgiving, the chorus of praise ! 2 Though, hid from man's sight, God sits on his

Yet here by his works their Author is known:
The world shines a mirror its Maker to show,
And Heaven views its image reflected below.

3 By knowledge supreme, by wisdom divine,

God governs this earth with gracious design;
O’er beast, bird, and insect, his providence reigns,
Whose will first created, whose love still sustains.

4 And man, his last work, with reason endued,

Who, falling through sin, by grace is renewed,
To God, his Creator, let man ever raise
The song of thanksgiving, the chorus of praise !

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1 Holy, holy, holy Lord,

Be thy glorious name adored ;
Lord, thy mercies never fail;

Hail, celestial goodness, hail !
2 Though unworthy, Lord, thine ear,

Deign our humble songs to hear;
Purer praise we hope to bring,
When around thy throne we sing.
3 There no tongue shall silent be;

All shall join in harmony;
That through heaven's capacious round

Praise to thee may ever sound. 4 Lord, thy mercies never fail ;

Hail, celestial goodness, hail !
Holy, holy, holy Lord,
Be thy glorious name adored.

17. L. M. Mrs. Opie.

Praise of God peculiarly due from Man. 1 THERE seems a voice in every gale,

A tongue in every opening flower, Which tells, O Lord, the wondrous tale

Of thy indulgence, love, and power. 2 The birds that rise on soaring wing

Appear to hymn their Maker's praise, And all the mingling sounds of spring To thee a general pæan raise.

3 And shall my voice, great God, alone

Be mute, 'midst nature's loud acclaim? -No: let my heart with answering tone Breathe forth in praise thy holy name.

4 And nature's debt is small to mine :

Thou bad'st her being bounded be,
But — matchless proof of love divine —
Thou gav'st immortal life to me.

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1 Great God, the heavens' well-ordered frame

Declares the glory of thy name;
There thy rich works of wonder shine:
A thousand starry beauties there,
A thousand radiant marks appear,

Of boundless skill and power 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 thy divine instructions run

Far as the journeys of the sun;
Thy light and truth are known abroad;
We see thy smile in Nature's face.
And in the pages of thy grace
We read the glories of our God.


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