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HOLY, Holy, Holy! Lord God Al

mighty!

[to Thee; Gratefully adoring our songs shall rise Holy, Holy, Holy! Merciful and Mighty!

God in Three Persons,blessed Trinity! 2 Holy, Holy, Holy! all the saints adore Thee,

Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea;

Cherubim and seraphim falling down before Thee,

[shalt be. Who wert, and art, and evermore 3 Holy, Holy, Holy! though the darkness hide Thee,

Though the eye of sinful man Thy glory may not see,

Only Thou art holy: there is none beside Thee

Perfect in power, in love, and purity. 4 Holy, Holy, Holy! Lord God Almighty, All Thy works shall praise Thy name, in earth, and sky, and sea: Holy, Holy, Holy! Merciful and Mighty!

God in Three Persons, blessed Trinity!
REGINALD HEBER.

Whose chariots of wrath

The deep thunder-clouds form,
And dark is His path

On the wings of the storm.
3 The earth with its store
Of wonders untold,
Almighty! Thy power
Hath founded of old:
Hath stablished it fast

By a changeless decree,
And round it hath cast,

Like a mantle, the sea. 4 Thy bountiful care

What tongue can recite?
It breathes in the air,
It shines in the light;
It streams from the hills,
It descends to the plain,
And sweetly distils

In the dew and the rain. 5 Frail children of dust,

And feeble as frail;
In Thee do we trust,

Nor find Thee to fail;
Thy mercies how tender,
How firm to the end!
Our Maker, Defender,
Redeemer, and Friend!
6 O measureless might!
Ineffable love!
While angels delight
To hymn Thee above,
The humbler creation,
Though feeble their lays,
With true adoration

Shall lisp to Thy praise.

SIR ROBERT GRA T.

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Glory to God in the highest."-Luke ii. 14,

1 GLORY, glory to God in the highest! Angels in chorus joyfully cry; Glory, glory to God in the highest! Trembling and weak our voices reply.

GIVE to our God immortal

praise,

Mercy and truth are all His ways; Wonders of grace to God belong, Repeat His mercies in your song. 2 Give to the Lord of lords renown; The King of kings with glory crown; His mercies ever shall endure, [more. When lords and kings are known no 3 He built the earth, He spread the sky, And fixed the starry lights on high: Wonders of grace to God belong, Repeat His mercies in your song. 4 He fills the sun with morning light, He bids the moon direct the night: His mercies ever shall endure, [more. When sun and moon shall shine no 5 He sent His Son with power to save From guilt and darkness and the grave: Wonders of grace to God belong, Repeat His mercies in your song.

6 Through this vain world He guides our feet,

And leads us to His heavenly seat;
His mercies ever shall endure,

When this vain world shall be no more.
ISAAC WATTS.

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"All Thy works shall praise Thee, O Lord; and Thy saints shall bless Thee." -P. cxlv. 10.

1 ALL things praise Thee-Lord most
high,
Heaven and earth, and sea and sky,
All were for Thy glory made,
That Thy greatness thus displayed
Should all worship bring to Thee;
All things praise Thee:-Lord,may we.

2 All things praise Thee-night to night
Sings in silent hymns of light;
All things praise Thee-day to day
Chants Thy power in burning ray;
Time and space are praising Thee,
All things praise Thee:-Lord, may we.

3 All things praise Thee-high and low,
Rain, and dew, and seven-hued bow,
Crimson sunset, fleecy cloud,
Rippling stream, and tempest loud;
Summer, winter, all to Thee
Glory render :-Lord, may we.

4 All things praise Thee-Heaven's high shrine

Rings with melody divine;
Lowly bending at Thy feet,
Seraph and archangel meet;
This their highest bliss to be
Ever praising:-Lord, may we.

5 All things praise Thee-gracious Lord, Great Creator, Powerful Word, Omnipresent Spirit, now

At Thy feet we humbly bow;
Lift our hearts in praise to Thee;
All things praise Thee:-Lord,may we

GEORGE WILLIAM CONDER.

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10 "It is good to sing praises unto our

God."-Ps. cxlvii. 1.

PRAISE ye the Lord! 'tis good to raise Our hearts and voices in His praise; * His nature and His works invite To make this duty our delight.

He formed the stars, those heavenly flames; [names; He counts their numbers, calls their His wisdom's vast,and knows no bound, A deep where all our thoughts are drowned.

3 Sing to the Lord, exalt Him high, [sky; Who spreads His clouds all round the There He prepares the fruitful rain, Nor lets the drops descend in vain. 4 He makes the grass the hills adorn, And clothes the smiling fields with

corn;

The beasts with food His hands supply, And the young ravens when they cry. 5 His saints are precious in His sight; He views His children with delight; He sees their hope, He knows their fear, And looks and loves His image there. ISAAC WATTS.

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11 "Thou hast created all things."-Rev. 1 PRAISE to Thee, Thougreat Creator, Praise be Thine from every tongue;

Join, my soul, with every creature,
Join the universal song.
Father, source of all compassion,

Pure, unbounded grace is Thine:
Hail! the God of our salvation,
Praise Him for His love divine.
2 For ten thousand blessings given,
For the hope of future joy,

Sound His praise through earth and heaven,

Sound Jehovah's praise on high: Joyfully on earth adore Him,

Till in heaven our song we raise; There, enraptured, fall before Him, Lost in wonder, love, and praise.

C.M.

JOHN FAWCETT.

That spread the flowing seas abroad, And built the lofty skies.

2 I sing the wisdom that ordained
The sun to rule the day;

The moon shines full at His command,
And all the stars obey.

3 I sing the goodness of the Lord,
That filled the earth with food;
He formed the creatures with His word,
And then pronounced them good.
4 Lord, how Thy wonders are displayed,
Where'er I turn mine eye!

If I survey the ground I tread,
Or gaze upon the sky.

5 There's not a plant or flower below
But makes Thy glories known;
And clouds arise, and tempests blow,
By order from Thy throne.

6 Creatures, as num'rous as they be,
Are subject to Thy care;
There's not a place where we can flee,
But God is present there.

7 His hand is my perpetual guard;
He guides me with His eye;
How should I then forget the Lord,
Who is for ever nigh?

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C.M.

ISAAC WATTS.

Ephes. ii. 7.

13" The exceeding riches of His grace." FATHER, how wide Thy glory shines! How high Thy wonders rise! Known through the earth by thousand signs,

By thousands through the skies.

2 Those mighty orbs proclaim Thy power,
Their motions speak Thy skill;
And on the wings of ev'ry hour
We read Thy patience still.

3 But when we view Thy strange design To save rebellious worms,

Where justice and compassion join
In their divinest forms;

4 Our thoughts are lost in rev'rent awe, We love and we adore;

The highest angel never saw
So much of God before.

-Ps. xxi. 13.

1 ISING the almighty power of God,

That made the mountains rise,

Nor dares a creature guess

Which of the glories brighter shone, The justice or the grace,