Address the Lord on high ;
Over the heavens he spreads his cloud,
And waters veil the sky.
2 He sends his showers of blessing down
To cheer the plains below ;
He makes the grcss the mountains crown,
And corn in valleys grow.
3 His steady councils change the face
Of each revolving year ;
He bids the sun cut short his race,
And wintry days appear.
4 His hoary frost, his fleecy snow
Descend and clothe the ground ;
The liquid streams forbear to flow,
In icy fetters bound.
5 He sends his word and melts the snow,
The fields no longer mourn ;
p He calls the warmer gales to blow,
â€” And bids the spring return.
6 The changing wind â€” the flying cloud,
Obey his mighty word :
f With songs and honors sounding loud,
Praise ye the sovereign Lord.
148 First Part. L. M. Old Hundred.
1 TOUD hallelujahs to the Lord, [dwell:
From distant worlds, where creatures
Let heaven begin the solemn word,
And sound it dreadful down to hell.
2 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.
p<3 Jehovah !â€” 'tis a glorious word !
mf Oh ! may it dwell on every tongue !
But saints, who best have known the Lord,
Are bound to raise the noblest song.
4 Speak of the wonders of that love
Which Gabriel plays on every chord :
f From all below â€” and all above,
ff Loud hallelujahs to the Lord !
148 Second Part. S. M. St. Thomas.
' I 1 LET every creature join
To praise th' eternal God ;
Ye heavenly hosts, the song begin,
And sound his name abroad.
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 fixed their wondrous frame :
By his command they stand or move,
And ever speak his name.
4 By all his works above,
nis honors be expressed ;
But saints, who taste his saving love,
Should sing his praises best.
148 Third Part. C. P. M. Rapture. Km
1 1 1 BEGIN, my soul, th' exalted lay,
Let each enraptured thought obey,
And praise th' Almighty's name :
Lo ! heaven and earth, and seas and skies,
In one melodious concert rise,
To swell th' inspiring theme.
2 Thou heaven of heavens, his vast abode,
Ye clouds, proclaim your Maker God ;
P M Ye thunders, speak his power :
â€” Lo ! on the lightning's fiery wing
< In triumph walks th' eternal King :
f> Th' astonished worlds adore.
â€” 3 Ye deeps, with roaring billows rise,
To join the thunders of the skies,
f Praise him, who bids you roll ; â€”
P His praise in softer notes declare,
PP Each whispering breeze of yielding air,
And breathe, it to the soul.
â€” 4 Wake, all ye soaring throngs, and sing ;
Ye feathered warblers of the spring,
mp Harmonious anthems raise
To him who shaped your finer mould,
Who tipped your glittering wings with gold,
â€” And tuned your voice to praise.
f 5 Let man, by nobler passions swayed,
Let man, in God's own image made,
His breath in praise employ ;
Spread wide his Maker's name around,
Till heaven shall echo back the sound,
In songs of holy joy.
148 Fourth Part. H. M. DarwelVs.
I ' 1 YE boundless realms of joy,
Exalt your Maker's name :
His praise your songs employ
Above the starry frame :
Your voices raise, And seraphim,
Ye cherubim, | To sing his praise.
2 Let all adore the Lord,
And praise his holy name,
By whose almighty word
They all from nothing came ;
Aud all shall last, I His firm decree
From changes free ; 1 Stands ever fast.
148 Fifth Part. H. M. Hancich.
1 1 1 YE tribes of Adam, join
With heaven, and earth, and seas,
And offer notes divine
To your Creator's praise.
Ye holy throng I In worlds of light
Of angels bright, | Begin the song.
2 The shining worlds above
In glorious order stand,
Or in swift courses move
By his supreme command.
He spake the word, From nothing came
And all their frame To praise the Lord.
3 Let all the nations fear
The God that rules above ;
He brings his people near^
And makes them taste his love :
While earth and sky I His saints shall raise
Attempt his praise, | His honors high.
148 Sixth Part. 8s &, 7s. Westborough.
f 1 PRAISE the Lord ! ye heavens, adore him ;
Praise him, angels in the height ;
Sun and moon, rejoice before nim;
Praise him, all ye stars of light !
2 Praise the Lord â€” for he hath spoken ;
Worlds his mighty voice obeyed ;
Laws which never can be broken,
For their guidance he hath made.
3 Praise the Lord â€” for he is glorious ;
Never shall his promise fail ;
God hath made his saints victorious,
Sin and death shall not prevail.
4 Praise the God of our salvation,
Hosts on high his power proclaim ;
Heaven and earth, and all creation,
Praise and magnify his name !
149 First Part. C. M. Nottingki
' ' 1 ALL ye that love the Lord, rejoice,
And let your songs be new ;
Amidst the church, with cheerful voice,
His later wonders shew.
2 The Jews, the people of his grace,
Shall their Redeemer sing ;
And Gentile nations join the praise,
While Zion owns ner King.
3 The Lord takes pleasure in the just,
Whom sinners treat with scorn ;
The meek, who lie despised in dust,
Salvation shall adorn.
4 Saints shall be joyful in their King,
E'en on a dying bed :
And like the souls in glory sing,
For God shall raise the dead.
5 When Christ his judgment-seat ascends,
And bids the world appear,
Thrones are prepared for all his friends,
Who humbly loved him here.
149 Second Part. 10s & lis. St.MichaeTs.
"10 PRAISE ye the Lord! prepare your glad voice,
His praise in the great assembly to sing;
In their great Creator let all men rejoice,
And heirs of salvation be glad in their King.
2 Let them his great name devoutly adore ;
In loud swelling strains his praises express,
Who graciously opens his bountiful store,
Their wants to relieve, and his children to bless.
3 With glory adorned, his people shall sing
To God, who defence and plenty supplies :
Their loud acclamations to him, their great King,
Thro' earth shall be sounded, and reach to the skies.
4 Ye angels above, his glories who've sung,
In loftiest notes, now publish his praise :
We mortals, delighted, would borrow your tongue ;
Would join in your numbers, and chant to your lays.
150 First Part. L. M. Brewer.
t "1 QH praise the Lord in that blest place,
From whence his goodness largely flows:
Praise him in heaven â€” where he his face
Unveiled in perfect glory shows.
2 Praise him for all the mighty acts,
Which he in our behalf hath done ;
His kindness this return exacts,
With which our praise should equal run.
3 Let all who vital breath enjoy,
The breath he doth to them afford,
Jn just returns of praise employ :
Let every creature praise the Lord.
150 Second Part. L. M,. Rothwell
f "1 PRAISE ye the Lordâ€” let praise employ,
In his own courts, your songs ofjoy;
The spacious firmament around
Shall echo back the joyful sound.
2 Recount his works in strains divine,
His wondrous works â€” how bright they shine!
Praise him for all his mighty deeds,
Whose greatness all your praise exceeds.
3 Awake the trumpet's lofty sound,
To spread your sacred pleasure round ;
Awake each voice â€” and strike each string,
And to the solemn organ sing.
4 Let all, whom life and breath inspire,
Attend, and join the blissful choir;
But chiefly ye, who know his word,
Adore, ami love, and praise the Lord !
150 Third Part. C. M. St. Ann's.
" 1 IN God's own house pronounce his praise.
His grace he there reveals ;
To heaven your joy and wonder raise,
For there his glory dwells.
2 Let all your sacred passions move,
While you rehearse his deeds ;
But still the work of saving love,
Your highest praise exceeds.
3 All that have motion, life, and breath
Proclaim your Maker blest ;
Yet when my voice expires in death,
My soul shall praise him best.
150 Fourth Part. 6s & 4s. Italian Hymn.
1 PRAISE ye Jehovah's name,
Praise through his courts proclaim,
Rise and adore :
High o'er the heavens above
Sound his great acts of love,
While his rich grace we prove,
Vast as his power.
2 Now let the trumpet raise
Sounds of triumphant praise.
Wide as his fame :
There let the harp be found ;
Organs, with solemn sound,
Roll your deep notes around,
Filled with his name.
3 While his high praise ye sing,
Shake every sounding string ;
Sweet the accord !
He vital breath bestows ;
Let every breath that flows
His noblest fame disclose â€”
Praise ye the Lord.
150 Fifth Part. 7s. Lincoln.
1 PRAISE the Lordâ€” his glory blessâ€”
Praise him in his holiness ;
Praise him as the theme inspires,
Praise him as his fame requires.
2 Let the trumpet's lofty sound
Spread its loudest notes around â€¢
Let the harp unite in praise,
With the sacred minstrel's lays.
3 Let the organ join to bless
God, the Lord of righteousness;
Tune your voice to spread the fame
Of the great JehovalVs name.
4 All who dwell beneath his light,
In his praise your hearts unite ;
While the stream of song is poured,
Praise and magnify the Lord.
150 Sixth Part. 7s. PleyeVs Hymn.
t 1 PRAISE â€” oh praise the name divine,
Praise him at the hallowed shrine ;
Let the firmament on high
To its Maker's praise reply.
2 All who vital breath enjoy,
In his praise that breath employ ;
ff Heaven and earth the chorus join ;
Praise â€” oh praise the name divine.
1 L. M.
TO God the Fatherâ€” God the Son,
And God the Spirit â€” three in one,
Be honor, praise, and glory given,
By all on earth â€” and all in heaven.
2 C. M.
LET God, the Father, and the Son,
And Spirit be adored,
Where there are works to make him known,
Or saints to love the Lord.
3 S. M.
YE angels round the throne,
And saints that dwell below,
Worship the Fatherâ€” love the Son,
And bless the Spirit too.
4 H. M.
TO God the Father's throne
Perpetual honors raise ;
Glory to God the Son ;
To God the Spirit praise :
With all our powers, \ Thy name we sing,
Eternal King, | While faith adores.
SING we to our God above
Praise eternal as his love.
Praise him, all ye heavenly host,
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
6 8. 7. 4.
GREAT Jehovah ! we adore thee,
God the Father, God the Son,
God the Spirit, joined in glory
On the same eternal throne :
To Jehovah, three in one.
THE HOLY SCRIPTURES.
C. M. Dedliam. Medford.
1 HAIL, sacred truth ! whose piercing rays
Dispel the shades of night ;
Diffusing o'er the mental world,
The healing beams of light.
2 Jesus, thy word, with friendly aid,
Restores our wandering feet ;
Converts the sorrows of the mind
To joys divinely sweet.
3 Oh ! send thy light and truth abroad,
In all their radiant blaze ;
And bid th' admiring world adore
The glories of thy grace.
L. M. Duke Street.
Divine Authority of the Bible.
1 'TWAS by an order from the Lord,
The ancient prophets spoke his word ;
His Spirit did their tongues inspire,
And warm their hearts with heavenly fire.
2 Great God ! mine eyes with pleasure look
On the dear volume' of thy book ;
There my Redeemer's face I see,
And read his name who died for me.
3 Let the false raptures of the mind
Be lost and vanish in the wind:
Here I can fix my hope secure ;
This is thy word â€” and must endure.
C. M. Christmas. Tolland.
The Bible the Light of the World.
' I 1 WHAT glory gilds the sacred page,
Majestic, like the sun :
It gives a light to every age ;
It givesâ€” -but Ixjrrows none.
2 The power that gave it still supplies
The gracious light and heat :
Its truths upon the nations rise ;
They rise â€” but never set.
f ' ' 3 Let everlasting thanks be thine
For such a bright display,
As makes a world of darkness shine
With beams of heavenly day.
4 My soul rejoices to pursue
The steps of him I love,
Till glory breaks upon my view
In orighter worlds above.
4 C. M. Devizes. Arlington
1 HOW precious is the book divine,
By inspiration given !
Bright as a lamp, its doctrines shine,
To guide our souls to heaven.
> 2 It sweetly cheers our drooping hearts,
m P In this dark vale of tears;
Â«Â«f 1 1 Life, light, and joy it still imparts,
And quells our rising fears.
> 3 This lamp, through all the tedious night
< Of life, shall guide our way ;
f Till we behold the clearer light
Of an eternal day.
5C. M. Warwick. Medfield.
TJie Bible suited to the Wants of Mankind.
1 FATHER of mercies, in thy word
What endless glory shines '
Forever be thy name adored
For these celestial lines!
> 2 Here may the wretched sons of want
â€” Exhaustless riches find ;
Riches, above what earth can grant,
And lasting as the mind.
3 Here springs of consolation rise
To cheer the fainting mind ;
And thirsty souls receive supplies,
And sweet refreshment find.
4 Here the Redeemer's welcome voice
Spreads heavenly peace around ;
f And lite, and everlasting joys
Attend the blissful sound"!
Aff 5 Oh may these heavenly pages be
My ever dear delight ;
And still new beauties may I see,
And still increasing light !
6 Divine Instructer, gracious Lord,
Be thou forever near;
Teach me to love thy sacred word,
And view my Saviour there !
O C. P. M. Columbia. Aithlonc
1 HOW precious, Lord, thy sacred word !
What light and joy those leaves afford
To souls in deep" distress !
Thy precepts guide our doubtful way,
Thy fear forbids our feet to stray.
Thy promise leads to rest.
2 Thy threatening^ wake our si umbering eyes,
And warn us where our danger lies ;"
But 'tis thy gospel, Lord,
That makes the guilty conscience clean,
Converts the soul, and conquers sin,
And gives a free reward.
7 CM. Litchiield. Eustis.
m P 1 OPPRESSED with guilt, and full of fears,
I come to thee, my Lord;
While not a ray of hope appears,
But in thy holy word.
â€” 2 The volume of my Father's grace
Does all my grief dispel ;
mf Here I behold my Saviour's face,
And learn to do his will.
â€” 3 Here living water freely flows,
To cleanse me from my sin ;
nÂ» f 'Tis here the tree of knowledge grows,
Nor danger dwells therein.
Aff 4 Oh ! may thy counsels, mighty God,
My roving feet command ;
Nor'l forsake the happy road,
That leads to thy right hand.
q L M Uxbridge. Ward.
O Delight in the Scriptures.
1 I LOVE the sacred book of God ;
No other can its place supply :
It points me to the saints' abode,
And lifts my joyful thoughts on high.
2 Blest book ! in thee my eyes discern
The image of my absent Lord:
From thine instructive page I learn
The joys his presence will afford.
3 But while I'm here, thou shalt supply
His place, and tell me of his love :
I'll read with faith's discerning eye,
And thus partake of joys above.
" C. M. Ormond. Dundee.
1 GREAT God ! with wonder and with praise,
On all thy works I look ;
But still thy wisdom, power, and grace,
Shine brightest in thy book.
2 Here are my choicest treasures hid ;
Here my best comfort lies ;
Here my desires are satisfied,
And here my hopes arise.
3 Lord, make me understand thy law ;
Show what my faults have been;
And from thy gospel let me draw
Pardon for all my sin.
L. M. Bath. Hingham.
1 NOW let my soul, eternal King !
To thee its grateful tribute bring :
My knee with humble homage bow ;
My tongue perform its solemn vow.
2 All nature sings thy boundless love,
In worlds below â€” and worlds above :
But in thy blessed word I trace,
Diviner wonders of thy grace.
3 There what delightful truths I read !
There I behold the Saviour bleed :
His name salutes my listening ear,
Revives my heart, and checks my fear.
4 There Jesus bids my sorrows cease,
And gives my laboring conscience peace ;
Raises my grateful passions high,
And points to mansions in the sky.
5 For love like this, oh let my song,
Through endless years, thy praise prolong ;
Let distant climes thy name adore,
Till time and nature are no more.
BEING AND ATTRIBUTES OF GOD.
L. M. Lowell. Springfield. Dunatan.
Existence of God manifest from his Works.
1 THERE is a Godâ€” all nature speaks,
Through earth, and air, and sea, and skies ;
See, from the clouds his glory breaks,
When earliest beams of morning rise.
2 The rising sun, serenely bright,
Throughout the world's extended frame,
Inscribes, in characters of light,
His mighty Maker's glorious name.
m P 3 Ye curious minds, who roam abroad,
And trace creation's wonders o'er,
Confess the footsteps of your God ; â€”
p Bow down before him â€” and adore.
I f> C. M. London. Burford.
â– â€¢ * Eternity of God.
1 GREAT God ! how infinite art thou !â€”
What worthless worms are we ! â€”
Let all the race of creatures bow,
And pay their praise to thee.
2 Thy throne eternal ages stood,
Ere seas or stars were made :
Thou art the ever-living God,
Were all the nations dead.
3 Eternity, with all its years,
Stands present in thy view :
To thee there's nothing old appears ;
p Great God ! there's nothing new.
4 Our lives through various scenes are drawn,
And vexed with trifling cares ;
â€” While thine eternal thought moves on
nÂ»f Thine undisturbed affairs.
p 5 Great God ! how infinite art thou ! â€”
What worthless worms are we ! â€”
â€” Let all the race of creatures bow,
f And pay their praise to thee.
C. M. Greenfield. Berwick.
God the Creator.
1 ETERNAL Wisdom, thee we praise,
Thee all thy creatures sing ;
While with thy name, rocks, hills, and seas,
And heaven*s high palace ring.
2 Thy hand â€” how wide it spread the sky !
How glorious to behold !
Tinged with a blue of heavenly dye,
And starred with sparkling gold.
3 Thy glories blaze all nature round,
And strike the gazing sight,
Through skies, and seas, and solid ground,
With terror and delight.
4 Almighty power, and equal skill
Shine through the worlds abroad ;
Our souls with vast amazement fill,
And speak the builder â€” God.
5 But still, the wonders of thy grace
Our warmer passions move ;
Here we behold our Saviour's face,
And we adore his love.
C. M. London. Bedford.
1 GREAT first of beings! mighty Lord
Of all ihis wondrous frame !
Produced by thy creating word,
The world from nothing came.
2 Thy voice sent forth the high command,
'Twas instantly obeyed ;
And through thy goodness all things stand,
Which by thy power were made.
3 Lord ! for thy glory shine the whole ;
They all reflect thy light :
For this in course the planets roll,
And day succeeds the night.
4 For this the earth its produce yields,
For this the waters flow ;
And blooming plants adorn the fields,
And trees aspiring grow.
5 Inspired with praise, our minds pursue
This wise and noble end,
That all we think, and all we do,
Shall to thy glory tend.
15 CM. St. Martin's.
1 THE God of nature and of grace,
In all his works appears;
His goodness through the earth we trace,
His grandeur in the spheres.
2 How excellent, O Lord, thy name,
In all creation's lines !
Spread through eternity, thy fame
With rising lustre shines.
3 Millions before thy presence stand,
Who feel, while they adore,
Fulness of joy, at thy right hand,
And pleasures evermore.
16 L. M. Effingham. Rothwell.
1 NATURE, with all her powers, shall sing
Her great Creator and her King :
Nor air, nor earth, nor skies, nor seas
Deny the tribute of their praise.
2 Ye seraphs, who sit near his throne,
Begin to make his glories known,
J Tune high your harps, and spread the sound
Throughout creation's utmost bound.
3 Oh ! may our ardent zeal employ
Our loftiest thoughts, and loudest songs ,
Let there be sung, with wannest joy,
Hosanna from ten thousand tongues.
mp 4 Yet, mighty God, our feeble frame
Attempts in vain to reach thy name :
â€” The highest notes that angels raise,
Fall far below thy glorious praise.
L. M. Old Hundred. Hague.
God self-existent and immutable.
1 ALL-POWERFUL, self-existent God,
Who all creation dost sustain !
Thou wast, and art, and art to come.
And everlasting is thy reign.
2 Fixed and eternal as thy days,
Each glorious attribute divine,
Through ages infinite, shall still
With undiminished lustre shine.
3 Fountain of being! Source of good!
Immutable dost thou remain ;
Nor can the shadow of a change
Obscure the glories of thy reign.
4 Earth may with all her powers dissolve,
If such the great Creator's will:
But thou forever art the same ;
" I am" is thy memorial still.
C. M. Spencer.
God almighty and omnipresent.
1 GREAT God, thy penetrating eye
Pervades my inmost powers:
With awe profound my wondering soul
Falls prostrate, and adores.
2 To be encompassed round with God,
The holy and the just;
Â«nf Armed with omnipotence to save,
p Or crumble me to dust â€”
3 Oh, how tremendous is the thought !
Deep may it be impressed !
And may thy Spirit firmly grave
This truth within my breast !
- 4 Begirt with thee, my fearless soul
p The gloomy vale shall tread ;
f And thou wilt bind th' immortal crown
Of glory on my head.
ID CM. Spencer. St. Austin's.
1 WHERE'ER, through all his works, we send
Our roving eyes abroad,
The various objects all conspire
To lead our souls to God ; â€”
2 That God, whose word all nature formed,
Whose eye all nature sees ;
Whose hand all nature rules, sustains,
Or crushes, as he please ; â€”
3 Before whose high and dazzling throne
Myriads of angels bow ;
Whose smile is everlasting bliss â€”
> Whose frown :s endless wo.
p 4 Low at his feet, then, O my soul,
In prostrate homage fall ;
< Make him thy fear, thy love, thy trust,
mf Thy joy, thy God, thy all.
CM., Patmos. Rochester.
Â£\) God searching the Heart.
Â» Â» 1 GOD is a spirit, justâ€” and wise ;
He sees our inmost mind ;
In vain to Heaven we raise our cries,
And leave our hearts behind.
2 Nothing but truth before his throne
With honor can appear ;
The painted hypocrites are known
Through the disguise they wear.
3 Their lifted eyes salute the skies ;
Their bending knees the ground ;
But God abhors the sacrifice,
Where not the heart is found.
Â»p 4 Lord, search my thoughts, and try my ways,
And make my soul sincere ;
â€” Then shall I stand before thy face,
And find acceptance there.
L. M. Porafret. Hingham.
M 1 Wisdom and Knowledge of God.
1 AWAKE, my tongueâ€” thy tribute bring
To him who gave thee power to sing ;
Praise him, who is all praise above,
The source of wisdom and of love.
2 How vast his knowledge ! how profound!
A depth where all our thoughts are drowned !
The stars he numbers â€” and their names
He gives to all those heavenly flames.
3 Through each bright world above, behold
Ten thousand thousand charms unfold :
Earth, air, and mighty seas combine,
To speak his wisdom all divine.
4 But in redemption, oh what grace !
Its wonders, oh what thought can trace !
Here wisdom shines forever bright â€”
Praise him, my soul, with sweet delight.
C. M. Warwick. Litchfield.
mm' Goodness of God seen in his Works.
1 HAIL, great Creator â€” wise and good !
To thee our songs we raise ;
Nature, through all her various scenes,
Invites us to thy praise.
2 At morning, noon, and evening mild,
Fresh wonders strike our view ;
And while we gaze, our hearts exult,
With transports ever new.
3 Thy glory beams in every star,
Which gilds the gloom of night;
And decks the smiling face of morn
With rays of cheerful light.
4 The lofty hill â€” the humble lawn,
With countless beauties shine ;
The silent grove â€” the awful shade,
Proclaim thy power divine.
5 Great nature's God ! still may these scenes
Our serious hours engage !
Still may our grateful hearts consult
Thy works' instructive page !
6 And while, in all thy wondrous ways,
Thy varied love we see ;
Oh may our hearts, great God, be led
Through all thy works to thee.
L. M Pomfret. Roth well.
Â£(j Goodness of God.
1 INDULGENT Lord, thy goodness reigns
Through all the wide, celestial plains ;
And thence its streams redundant flow,
And cheer th' abodes of men below.
2 Through nature's works its glories shine ;
The cares of providence are thine ;
And grace erects our ruined frame,
A fairer temple to thy name.
3 Oh ! give to every human heart
To taste and feel how good thou art!
With grateful love and holy fear,
To know how blest thy children are.
f 4 Let nature burst into a song ;