NO. 37. 6, 6, 6, 6, 4, 4, 4, 4. S. P. M 8. Ye kings and judges, fear

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1. LOUD hallelujahs to the Lord,

From distant worlds, where creatures
dwell;

Let heav'n begin the solemn word,
And sound it dreadful down to hell.
2. The Lord! how absolute he reigns;
Let ev'ry angel bend the knee;
Sing of his love in heav'nly strains,
And speak, how fierce his terrors be.
3. High on a throne, his glories dwell,
An awful throne of shining bliss;
Fly through the world, O sun, and tell,
How dark thy beams, compar'd to his.
4. Awake, ye tempests, and his fame

In sounds of dreadful praise declare;
Let the sweet whisper of his name
Fill ev'ry gentler breeze of air.

5. Let clouds and winds and waves agree
To join their praise with blazing fire;
Let the firm earth and rolling sea,
In this eternal song, conspire.
6. Ye flow'ry plains, proclaim his skill;
Valleys, lie low before his eye;
And let his praise from ev'ry hill,
Rise tuneful to the neighb'ring sky.
7. Ye stubborn oaks and stately pines,
Bend your high branches, and adore;
Praise him, ye beasts in different strains;
The lamb must bleat, the lion, roar.
8. Birds, ye must make his praise your theme;
Nature demands a song from you;
While the dumb fish, that cut the stream,
Leap up, and mean his praises too.
9. Mortals, can you refrain your tongue,
When nature all around you, sings?
O for a shout from old and young,
From humble swains and lofty kings!-
10. Wide as his vast dominion lies,

Make the Creator's name be known;
Loud as his thunder, shout his praise,
And sound it lofty, as his throne.
11. JEHOVAH ! 'tis a glorious word,
O may it dwell on ev'ry tongue!
But saints, who best have known the Lord,
Are bound to raise the noblest song.
12. Speak of the wonders of that love,
Which Gabriel plays on ev'ry chord.
From all below and all above,
Loud hallelujahs to the Lord.

2. Thou sun with golden beams,
And moon with paler rays,
Ye starry lights, ye twinkling flames,
Shine to your Maker's praise.

3. He built those worlds above,

And fix'd their wond'rous frame;' By his command, they stand or move, And ever speak his name.

4. Ye vapors, when you rise,

Or fall in show'rs or snow;
Ye thunders, murm'ring round the skies.
His pow'r and glory show.
5. Wind, hail and flashing fire,
Agree to praise the Lord,
When ye in dreadful storms conspire,
To execute his word.
6. By all his works above,
His honors be exprest;
But saints, who taste his saving love,
Should sing his praises best.
7. Let earth and ocean know,

They owe their Maker, praise;
Praise him, ye wat'ry worlds below,
And monsters of the seas.

8. From mountains near the sky,
Let his high praise resound,
From humble shrubs and cedars high,
And vales and fields around.
9. Ye lions of the wood,
And tamer beasts that graze,
Ye live upon his daily food,

And he expects your praise.
10. Ye birds of lofty wing,

On high, his praises bear;
Or sit on flow'ry boughs, and sing
Your Maker's glory there.
11. Ye creeping ants and worms,
His various wisdom show,
And flies in all your shining swarms,
Praise him, that drest you so.
12. By all the earth-born race,
His honors be exprest;

But saints, who know his heav'nly grace,
Should learn to praise him best.
13. Monarchs of wide command,
Praise ye th' eternal King;
Judges, adore that sov'reign hand,
Whence all your honors spring.
14. Let vig'rous youth engage
To sound his praises high;
While growing babes and with'ring age
Their feebler voices try.

15. United zeal be shown,

His wond'rous fame to raise;
God is the Lord, his name alone
Deserves our endless praise.
16. Let nature join with art,
And all pronounce him blest;
But saints, who dwell so near his heart,
Should sing his praises best.

NO. 40. C. M. WATTS. Is. 55.
Spiritual Food and Clothing.

1. LET ev'ry mortal car attend,

And ev'ry heart rejoice;

The trumpet of the gospel sounds,
With an inviting voice.

2. Ho! all ye hungry, starving souls,
That feed upon the wind,

And vainly strive with earthly toys,
To fill an empty mind;

3. Eternal wisdom has prepared
A soul reviving feast,

And bids your longing appetites
The rich provision taste.

4. Ho! ye that pant for living streams,
And pine away and die;

Here, you may quench your raging thirst,
With springs, that never dry.

5. Rivers of love and mercy here

In a rich ocean join ; Salvation in abundance, flows,

Like floods of milk and wine.

6. Dear God! the treasures of thy love
Are everlasting mines,

Deep, as our helpless mis'ries are,
And boundless, as our sins!
7. The happy gates of gospel grace
Stand open night and day;
Lord, we are come, to seek supplies,
And drive our wants away.

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NO. 41. S. M. WATTS.
The Heralds of Salvation.
OW beauteous are their feet,

H Who stand on Zion's hill,
Who bring salvation on their tongues,
And words of peace reveal!
2. How charming is their voice!
How sweet the tidings are!
"Zion, behold thy Savior King;

"He reigns and triumphs here. 3. How happy are our ears,

That hear this joyful sound,

Which kings and prophets waited for ;
And sought, but never found!
4. How blessed are our eyes,
That see this heav'nly light;
Prophets and kings desir'd it long;
But died without the sight.
5. The watchmen join their voice,
And tuneful notes employ ;
Jerusalem breaks forth in songs,

And deserts learn the joy.
6. The Lord makes bare his arm,
Through all the earth abroad;

Let ev'ry nation now behold

Their Savior and their God.

NO. 42. L. M. WATTS. Is. 40: 28-31.
The Christian Race.

1. AWAKE, our souls; away, our fears;
Let ev'ry trembling thought begone ; |

Awake, and run the heav'nly race,
And put a cheerful courage on.
2. True, 'tis a strait and thorny road;
And mortal spirits tire and faint;
But they forget the mighty God,
Who feeds the strength of ev'ry saint;
3. The mighty God, whose matchless pow'r,
Is ever new and ever young,

And firm endures, while endless years
Their everlasting circles run.

4. From thee, the overflowing spring,
Our souls shall drink a fresh supply;
While such, as trust their native strength,
Shall melt away, and droop and die.
5. Swift, as an eagle cuts the air,
We'll mount aloft to thine abode;
On wings of love, our souls shall fly,
Nor tire amidst the heav'nly road.
NO. 43. L. M. WATTS. Rev. 18: 20, 21.
Fall of Babylon.

1. IN Gabriel's hand, a mighty stone
Lies a fair type of Babylon;
Prophets, rejoice, and all ye saints;
God shall avenge your long complaints.
2. He said, and dreadful, as he stood,
He sunk the millstone in the flood;
Thus terribly shall Babel fall,
Thus, and no more be found at all.

NO. 44. C. M. WATTS. Rev. 5: 11-13.
Christ worshipped by all Nations.

NOME, let us join our cheerful songs,

1. With angels round the throne,

Ten thousand thousand are their tongues;
But all their joys are one.

2." Worthy the Lamb, that died," they cry,
"To be exalted thus;

"Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply,

"For he was slain for us."

3 Jesus is worthy to receive

Honor and pow'r divine;

And blessings more than we can give,
Be, Lord, for ever thine.

4. Let all that dwell above the sky,
And air and earth and seas,
Conspire to lift thy glories high,
And speak thine endless praise.
one,

5. The whole creation join in

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2.

To bless the sacred name
Of him, that sits upon the throne,
And to adore the Lamb.

NO. 45. L. M. WATTS.
A Morning Hymn.

GOD of the morning, at whose voice,

The cheerful sun makes haste to rise.
And like a giant, doth rejoice,

To run his journey through the skies.
From the fair chambers of the east,

The circuit of his race begins,

And without weariness or rest,
Round the whole earth, he flies and shines.
3. Oh, like the sun, may I fulfil

Th' appointed duties of the day,
With ready mind and active will,
March on, and keep my heav'nly way.

NO. 46. L. M. WATTS. Job 4: 17-21.
God far above Creatures.

HALL the vile race of flesh and blood

1. SHALL the vile race of flesh and blo

Shall mortal worms presume to be More holy, wise, or just than he? 2. Behold, he puts his trust in none

Of all the spirits round his throne;
Their natures, when compar'd with his,
Are neither holy, just, nor wise.
3. But how much meaner things are they,
Who spring from dust, and dwell in clay!
Touch'd by the finger of thy wrath,
We faint and vanish, like the moth.
4. From night to day, from day to night,
We die by thousands in thy sight;
Bury'd in dust, whole nations lie,
Like a forgotten vanity.

5. Almighty Pow'r, to thee we bow;
How frail are we! how glorious, thou!
No more the sons of earth shall dare
With an eternal God compare.

NO. 47. L. M. WATTS.

Is. 57: 15.

1.THUS saith the high and lofty One,

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"I sit upon my holy throne;

My name is God, I dwell on high;
Dwell in my own eternity.

2. But I descend to worlds below;
On earth, I have a mansion too;
The humble spirit and contrite
Is an abode of my delight.

3. The humble soul my words revive;
I bid the mourning sinner live;
Heal all the broken hearts I find.
And ease the sorrows of the mind."

NO. 48. C. M. WATTS.
IFE is the time to serve the Lord,

They have no share in all that's done
Beneath the circuit of the sun.

5. Then, what my thoughts design to do,
My hands, with all your might pursue,
Since no device, nor work is found,
Nor faith, nor hope, beneath the ground.
6. There are no acts of pardon past

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In the cold grave, to which we haste;
But darkness, death and long despair
Reign in eternal silence there.

NO. 49. L. M.

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Youth and Judgment.

E sons of Adam, vain and young,
Indulge your eyes, indulge your
tongue,

Taste the delights, your souls desire,
And give a loose to all your fire;

2. Pursue the pleasures, you design,

And cheer your hearts with songs and wine;
Enjoy the day of mirth; but know,
There is a day of judgment too.

3. God from on high, beholds your thoughts;
His book records your secret faults;
The works of darkness, you have done,
Must all appear before the sun.

4. The vengeance, to your follies due,
Should strike your hearts with terror
through.

How will ye stand before his face?
Or answer for his injur'd grace?
5. Almighty God, turn off their eyes
From these alluring vanities;
And let the thunder of thy word
Awake their souls to fear the Lord.

NO. 50. L. M. WATTS. Ec. 12: 1, 7.
Importance of early Piety.
NOW, in the heat of youthful blood,
Remember your Creator God;
Behold, the months come hast'ning on,
When you shall say-My joys are gone.
2. Behold, the aged sinner goes,
Laden with guilt and heavy woes,
Down to the regions of the dead,
With endless curses on his head.

1. The time t' insure the great reward; 3. The dust roturns to dust again;

And while the lamp holds out to burn,
The vilest sinner may return.
2. Life is the hour, that God has giv'n,
To 'scape from hell, and fly to heav'n;
The day of grace; and mortals may
Secure the blessings of the day.
3. The living know, that they must die;
But all the dead forgotten lie;

Their mem❜ry and their sense is gone,
Alike unknowing and unknown.
4. Their hatred and their love is lost,
Their envy, bury'd in the dust;

The soul, in agonies of pain,
Ascends to God; not there to dwell,
But hears her doom, and sinks to hell.

4. Eternal King, I fear thy name,
Teach me to know, how frail I am;
And when my soul must hence remove,
Give me a mansion in thy love.

NO. 51. S. M. WATTS. Prov. 8: 1, 22—32.
The Calls of Wisdom.

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HALL wisdom cry aloud,

And not her speech be heard?

NO. 52. L. M. WATTS. Luke 15: 7, 10. 1. Joy in Heaven for a repenting sinner.