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8 O cleanse me from my secret faults;
Mine only Lord Thou art;
Withdraw me from the haughty world,
That would enthral my heart.

9 So, stainless in my Maker's sight,
And whole, may I appear;
From all my deep and deadly sin,
For ever wash'd and clear:

10 So may the musings of my heart,
And every breathed word,
Accepted rise to Thee, my Rock,
And my redeeming Lord.




L. M.


THE heavens declare Thy glory, Lord,

In every star Thy wisdom shines;
But when our eyes behold Thy word,
We read Thy name in fairer lines.

2 The rolling sun, the changing light,
And nights and days Thy power confess;
But the blest volume Thou hast writ
Reveals Thy justice and Thy grace.

3 Sun, moon, and stars convey Thy praise
Round the whole earth, and never stand;
So, when Thy truth began its race,
It touch'd and glanc'd on every land.

4 Nor shall Thy spreading gospel rest,
Till through the world Thy truth has run;
Till Christ has all the nations bless'd,
That see the light and feel the sun.

5 Great Sun of righteousness, arise,
Bless the dark world with heavenly light;
Thy gospel makes the simple wise,
Thy laws are pure, Thy judgments right.

6 Thy noblest wonders here we view,
In souls renew'd, and sins forgiven:
Lord, cleanse my sins, my soul renew,
And make Thy word my guide to heaven.





HE spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,

And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
Their great Original proclaim.

The unwearied sun, from day to day,
Doth his Creator's power display,
And publishes to every land
The work of an Almighty hand.

2 Soon as the evening shades prevail,
The moon takes up the wondrous tale
And, nightly, to the listening earth,
Repeats the story of her birth :
Whilst all the stars that round her burn,
And all the planets in their turn,
Confirm the tidings as they roll,
And spread the truth from pole to pole.

3 What though in solemn silence all
Move round this dark terrestrial ball;
What though no real voice, nor sound,
Amidst their radiant orbs be found
In reason's ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice;
For ever singing, as they shine,


"The hand that made us is divine !"

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Declares the glories of Thy name;

There Thy rich works of wonder shine;

A thousand starry beauties there,
A thousand radiant marks appear

Of boundless power and skill 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 their divine instructions run Far as the journeys of the sun,

And every nation knows their voice: The sun,like some young bridegroom dress'd, Breaks from the chambers of the east,

Rolls round, and makes the earth rejoice,

4 Where'er he spreads his beams abroad,
He smiles and speaks his Maker God;
All nature joins to shew Thy praise:
Thus God in every creature shines;
Fair is the book of nature's lines,

But fairer is Thy book of grace.

5 I love the volumes of Thy word;
What light and joy those leaves afford
To souls benighted and distress'd !
Thy precepts guide my doubtful way,
Thy fear forbids my feet to stray,

Thy promise leads my heart to rest.

6 Thy threatenings wake my slumbering eyes,
And warn me where my danger lies;
But 'tis Thy blessed gospel, Lord,
That makes my guilty conscience clean,
Converts my soul, subdues my sin,

And gives a free but large reward.

7 Who knows the errors of his thoughts? My God, forgive my secret faults,

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.


N the day of thy distress,
May Jehovah hear thee!


In the hour when dangers press,
Jacob's God be near thee!
Send thee from His holy place,
Timely aid, or strengthening grace!

2 May thy prayers and offerings rise,
By thy God recorded!
Thine oblations reach the skies,
Graciously rewarded!

Granted be thy heart's request;
All thy purposes be blest !

3 Thy success our hearts shall cheer;
We with glad acclaim

Will our grateful trophies rear
In Jehovah's name.

Go beneath His guardian care,
And the Lord fulfil thy prayer!






HE Lord my Shepherd is,
I shall be well supplied;
Since He is mine, and I am His,
What can I want beside?

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.

In spite of all my foes,

Thou dost my table spread; My cup with blessings overflows, And joy exalts my head.

6 The bounties of Thy love

Shall crown my following days; Nor from Thy house will I remove, Nor cease to speak Thy praise.






Shepherd will supply my need,
Jehovah is His name;

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

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.

4 Thy hand, in sight of all my foes,
Doth still my table spread;
My cup with blessings overflows,
Thine oil anoints my head.

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