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564. L. M. WATTS.
Grateful and humble Praise.
And views the nations from afar,
And tell how large his bounties are.
And bow to see what angels do,
And bends his footsteps downward too. 3 He overrules all mortal things,
And manages our mean affairs;
Bestows his counsels and his cares. 4 Ó, could our thankful hearts devise
A tribute equal to thy grace,
565. C. M. WATTS.
The Greatness of God. Ps. 145.
My King, my God of love;
In the bright world above. 2 Great is the Lord, his power unknown;
And let his praise be great;
3 Fathers to sons shall teach thy name,
And children learn thy ways; Ages to come thy truth proclaim,
And nations sound thy praise. 4 The world is managed by thy hands;
Thy saints are ruled by lovc; And thine eternal kingdoin stands,
Though rocks and hills renove.
566. C. M. WATTS.
Psalm before Prayer. Ps. 95. 1 Sing to the Lord Jehovah's name,
And in his strength rejoice : When his salvation is our theme,
Exalted be our voice. 2 With thanks approach his awful sight,
And psalms of honor sing;
The whole creation's King. 3 Earth, with its caverns dark and deep,
Lies in his spacious hand;
And where the hills must stand. 4 Come, and with humble souls adore ;
Come, kneel before his face;
Be children of his grace !
567. C. M. CODMAN'S COL.
Blessing of the Lord's Day. 1 Blest day of God ! most calm, most bright!
The first and best of days;
The day of prayer and praise.
His rising thee did raise,
Beyond all other days.
To all the sheaves behind;
A happy week will find.
For, Lord, the day is thine;
And thus to make it mine.
568. C. M. WATTS.
God holy, just, and sovereign.
Be pure before their God!
We fall beneath his rod.
2 Mountains, by his almighty wrath,
From their old seats are torn;
And all her pillars mourn.
3 He bids the sun forbear to rise ;
The obedient sun forbears !
And seals up all the stars.
Flies on the stormy wind; There's none can trace his wondrous way,
Or his dark footsteps find.
569. L. M. 61. EPISCOPAL COL.
The Soul panting for God. Ps. 42. 1 As, panting in the sultry beam,
The hart desires the cooling stream,
And see thy glory, face to face.
And tears on tears successive roll;
O'er hours of peace and gladness flown. 3 For I have walked the happy round
That circles Zion's holy ground,
4 Ah, why, by passing clouds oppressed,
Should vexing thoughts distract thy breast ?
570, L. M. DRYDEN, altered.
“Creator Spirit, by whose aid." 1 OH! Source of uncreated light!
By whom the worlds were raised from night; Come, visit every pious mind;
Come, pour thy joys on human kind.
Rich in thy matchless energy;
And make us temples worthy thee.
Inflame and sanctify our hearts,
Submit the senses to the soul.
Our hearts with heavenly love inspire;
Aid us to live as we believe.
And peace, the fruit of love, bestow;