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His anger moyes wich flowest pace,
To all thy works exprest :
Is by thy servants bleft.
Psalm LXXIV. Praise to GOD for his Providence and Grace.
I. (TITH all my powers of heart and tongue
| I'll praife my maker in my so Angels shall hear the notes I raise, Approve the song, and join the praise.
Angels who make thy church their care
İ ONG as we live, we'll bless thy name
And let his praise be great :
And while our lips rejoice,
Shall join their chearful voice.
Father to sons shall teach thy name,
And children learn thy ways:
Shall thro’ the world be known:
' . . The world is govern’d by thy hands,
Thy saints are ruld by love :
Y GOD, my King, thy various praise
1 Proper Metre ?
For a hymn of universal praise!
Its maker's fame let ev'ry creature raise; Ye lofty hcáv'ns begin the folemn sound, And let it spread the wide creation round.
. .. II Ye angel hosts who near his dazzling feat, Wrapt in perpetual transport humbly wais,
You best must know the glories of your king,
Fair light, the first of all created things, · From whom all earthly bliss and beauty springs, Help the blind world to see their maker shine In light essential, fairer far than thine.
VI. Ye dancing spheres that ever tuneful move, Drawn tow'rds your centers by magnetic love, Convey his name thro' all the vast expanse, Whilst to the music of his voice you dance.
VII. Let awful thunders bellowing in the air, And blust'ring storms his dreadful praise declare; Whilft gentler winds with balmy breath proclaim ThegraciousGOD,and spread his lovely name.