God the Creator and Preserver. 1 GREAT first of beings! mighty Lord! 2 Thy voice sent forth the high command; "Twas instantly obey'd ; And through thy goodness all things stand, 3 By Thee, through fields of azure, roll Thy mighty hand sustains the whole; 4 By Thee, the sun dispenses heat, 5 By Thee, the earth its product yields, 6 To Thee, all-gracious Power! we bow, For the Lord's Day Morning. 1 GREAT God! this sacred day of thine, Demands our soul's collected powers; May we employ in work divine, These solemn, these devoted hours! 2 Hence, ye vain cares and trifles, fly; Be every heart an humble guest! 1 FAR from our thoughts, vain world, begone. Let our religious hours alone; Fain would our eyes the Saviour see, 2 Our hearts grow warm with holy fire, 3 Bless'd Saviour! what delicious fare! 4 Hail, great Immanuel, all divine! Offices of Christ. Matt. xi. 5. Mark vi. 56. John xxi. 25. 1 SAGES of ancient letter'd times, 2 Mercy's great year in heaven enroll'd, 3 Fill'd with his Father's strength, he taught; Fierce demons shrink to shades below. 4 O, works of power! O, works of love! Ethereal embassage to prove, That every rising doubt control; Earnest of love and power more strong, Which to the Son of God belong, To heal the miseries of the soul. 5 Great Prophet, Saviour! worthy Thou That every knee in homage bow; From every mouth thy praise should flow; All thy commands are mild and just, Thy promise, faithful to our trust, Will pardon, peace, and heaven bestow. Man mortal, and God eternal. Psa. xc. 1 O GOD! our help in ages past, 2 Before the hills in order stood, To endless years the same. 3 A thousand ages in thy sight Are like an evening gone, Short as the watch that ends the night 4 But, like an ever-flowing stream, 3 Like flowery fields the nations stand, 6 Our God! our help in ages past, Be thou our guard while troubles last, High Priest, Merciful and Faithful. Heb. ii. 17; vii. 27, 1 WITH joy we meditate the grace Of our High Priest above; His heart is made of tenderness, 2 Touch'd with a sympathy within, 3 But spotless, innocent, and pure, 4 He, in the days of feeble flesh, 5 He'll never quench the smoking flax, The bruised reed he never breaks, 6 Then let our humble faith address Christ glorified as King of Nations. Psa. xlvii. 1 EXTOL the Lord, the Lord most high, King over all the earth; Exalt his triumphs to the sky In songs of sacred mirth. And every realm beneath the sun 2 God is gone up with loud acclaim, Sing praise, sing praises to his name; |