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78. M. 109.
Blessed be thy Name. 1 BLESSED be for evermore
That dread Name which we adore !
2 O'er all nations God alone,
Higher than the heavens his throne!
3 Yet to view the heavens he bends :
Yea, to earth he condescends;
4. He the broken spirit cheers ;
Turns to joy the mourner's tears ;
for ever praise.
i GREATEST of beings! Source of life,
Sovereign of air, and earth, and sea!
2 Waked by thy hand, the morning sun
Pours forth to thee its earlier rays,
3 The moon, to the deep shades of night,
Speaks the mild lustre of thy name;
Thee, the great Lord of light, proclaim.
And every flower, and every tree,
Have each a grateful song for thee.
And, blest with reason's clearer light,
And glows with rapture at the sight.
Whether from air, or earth, or sea,
78. M. 111.
'T is when tongues and hearts consent,
Hymning thee in tuneful songs !
When the stars of evening rise,
4 Decks the spring with flowers the field ?
Harvest rich doth autumn yield ?
Lord, from thee these blessings flow. 5 Sovereign Ruler! mighty Lord!
We thy praises will record :
ALMIGHTY Maker, God!
How wondrous is thy name!
Through the creation's frame!
Her humble homage pays,
Thine undissembled praise. 3 In native white and red
The rose and lily stand, And free from pride their beauties spread,
To show thy skilful hand.
With unambitious song,
Upon her artless tongue.
To her Creator too; Fain would my tongue adore my King,
And pay the worship due.
In joy, then, let me spend
The remnant of my days;
In sweet perfume of praise.
10 & Ils. M.
SPIRIT OF THE PSALMS.
Jehovah, our God, how awful thy name!
Lo, myriads of spirits thy mandates await!
Thy chariot the clouds, thy garment the light;
Thou ridest the whirlwind, directest the storm.
In all that thy hand hath fashioned and made!
The fathomless ocean, with wonders replete.
With hearts full of love, to thee will we sing ;
114. TATE & BRADY.
Mercy of God. Psalm 103.
God's holy name for ever bless;
2 The Lord abounds with tender love,
And unexampled acts of grace:
His willing mercy flows apace.
But with his anger quickly part;
More by his love than our desert.
Above this little spot of clay;
The small respects that we can pay. 5 As far as 't is from east to west,
So far has he our sins removed,
L. M. 115. Mrs. Orie. May-6
Praise of God peculiarly due from Man.
A tongue in every opening flower,
Of thy indulgence, love, and power. 2 The birds that rise on soaring wing
Appear to hymn their Maker's praise,
To thee a general pæan raise.