And from presumptuous sins restrain:
Accept my poor attempts of praise,
That I have read thy book of grace

And book of nature not in vain.

Watts,

GOD.

11. Praise to God. L. M.

1 Ye nations round the earth rejoice
Before the Lord, your sovereign King;
Serve him with cheerful heart and voice,
With all your tongues his glory sing.
2 The Lord is God; 'tis he alone

Doth life, and breath, and being give;
We are his work, and not our own;
The sheep that on his pastures live.
3 Enter his gates with songs of joy,
With praises to his courts repair;
And make it your divine employ
To pay your thanks and honours there.

4 The Lord is good, the Lord is kind;

Great is his grace, his mercy sure; And the whole race of man shall find

His truth from age to age endure. Watts.

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12. Praise to the Creator. L. M. 1 Before Jehovah's awful throne

Ye nations bow with sacred joy; Know that the Lord is God alone; He can create, and he destroy. 2 His sovereign power, without our aid, Made us of clay, and formed us men, And when, like wandering sheep, we stray'd, He brought us to his fold again.

3 We are his people, we his care,

Our souls and all our mortal frame: What lasting honours shall we rear, Almighty Maker, to thy name?

4 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs, High as the heavens our voices raise; And earth with her ten thousand tongues, Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise. 5 Wide as the world is thy command, Vast as eternity thy love:

Firm as a rock thy truth must stand, When rolling years shall cease to move.

Watts.

13. Universal praise to God. L. M.

1 Loud hallelujahs to the Lord,

From distant worlds where creatures dwell; Let heaven begin the solemn word, And sound it dreadful down to hell.

2 The Lord, how absolute he reigns!
Let every angel bend the knee;
Sing of his love in heavenly strains:
And speak how fierce his terrors be.
3 Wide as his vast dominion lies,

Let the Creator's name be known:
Loud as his thunder shout his praise,
And sound it lofty as his throne.
4 JEHOVAH, 'tis a glorious word,

O may it dwell on every tongue;
But saints who best have known the Lord,
Are bound to raise the noblest song.

5 Speak of the wonders of that love,
Which Gabriel plays on every chord !
From all below, and all above,
Loud hallelujahs to the Lord.

Watts.

14. God's Eternal Dominion. C. M.

1 Great God! how infinite art thou;
What worthless worms are we!
Let the whole race of creatures bow,
And pay their praise to thee.

2 Thy throne eternal ages stood,
Ere seas or stars were made:
Thou art the ever-living God,
Were all the nations dead.

3 Nature and time quite naked lie,
To thine immense survey,
From the formation of the sky,
To the great burning day.

4 Eternity, with all its years,
Stands present in thy view;

To thee there's nothing old appears,
Great God! there's nothing new.

5 Our lives thro' various scenes are drawn, And vex'd with trifling cares;

While thine eternal thoughts move on
Thine undisturb'd affairs.

15. Greatness of God. L. M.

Watts.

1 My God, my King, thy various praise
Shall fill the remnant of my days;
Thy grace employ my humble tongue
'Till death and glory raise the song.
2 The wings of every hour shall bear
Some thankful tribute to thine ear:
And every setting sun shall see
New works of duty done for thee.
3 Thy truth and justice I'll proclaim,
Thy bounty flows an endless stream;
Thy mercy swift, thine anger slow,
But dreadful to the stubborn foe.

4 Thy works with sovereign glory shine, And speak thy majesty divine: Let every realm with joy proclaim The sound and honor of thy name. 5 Let distant times and nations raise The long succession of thy praise; And unborn ages make my song The joy and labour of their tongue. 6 But who can speak thy wondrous deeds? Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds; Vast and unsearchable thy ways; Vast and immortal be thy praise. Watts.

16. Omniscience of God. L. M.

1 Lord, thou hast search'd and seen me through; Thine eye commands, with piercing view My rising and my resting hours,

My heart and flesh, with all their powers.
2 My thoughts, before they are my own,
Are to my God distinctly known;
He knows the words I mean to speak,
Ere from my opening lips they break.
3 Within thy circling power I stand,
On every side I find thy hand:
Awake, asleep, at home, abroad,
I am surrounded still with God.