That through heav'n's capacious round

Praise to thee may ever sound. 4. Lord, thy mercies never fail:

Hail, celestial Goodness, hail !
Holy, holy, holy Lord !
Be thy glorious name'ador'd.

HYMN 13. P. M.
1.
BEGIN, my soul, th’ exalted lay;

Let each enraptur'd thought obey,
And praise th' almighty name.
Let heav'n and earth, and seas and skies,
In one harmonious concert rise,

To swell the glorious theme,
2. Ye angels, catch the joyful sound,"
While all th' adoring throngs around

His wondrous mercy sing.
Let all who fill the realms above,
Awaķe the tuneful soul of love,

And touch the sweetest string.
3. Thou heav'n of heav'ns, his vast abode,
Ye clouds, proclaim your Maker, God;

Ye thunders, speak his pow'r..
Lo! on the lightning's gleamy wing,
In triumph rides theternal King;

Th' astonish'd worlds adore.
4. Ye deeps, whose roaring billows rise
To join the thunders of the skies,

Praise him who bids you roll.
His praise in softer notes declare,
Each whisp’ring breeze of yielding air,

And breathe it to the soul. 5. Wake, all ye feather'd throngs, and sing ; Ye cheerful warblers of the spring,

Harmonious anthems raise
To him, who shap'd your finer mould,
Who tipp'd your glittring wings with gold,

And tan'd your voice to praise.
6. Let man, by nobler passions sway'd,
The feeling heart, the judging head,

In heav'nly praise employ;

Spread the Creator's name around,
Till hear'ns extended arch rebound
The gen’ral burst of joy.

HYMN 14. C. M.
1. INDULGENT Father! how divine,

How bright thy bounties are ! Through nature's ample round they shine,

Thy goodness to declare. 2. But in the nobler work of grace,

What sweeter mercy smiles In my benign Redeemer's face,

And ev'ry fear beguiles ! 3. Such wonders, Lord, while I survey,

To thee my thanks shall rise, When morning ushers in the day,

Or ev'ning veils the skics. 4. When glimm’ring life resigns its flame,

Thy praise shall tune my breath. The sweet remembrance of thy name

Shall gild the shades of death. 5. But, oh! how blest my song shall rise,

When free'd from feeble clay, And all thy glories meet mine eyes

In one eternal day. 6. Not seraphs, who surround thy name

Through yon ethereal plains,
Shall glow with a diviner flame,
Or raise sublimer strains.

HYMN 15. P. M.
LORY be to God on high,

God, whose glory fills the sky!
Lift your voice, ye people all,

Praise the God, on whom ye call.
2. God, his sov'reign sway maintains;
King o'er all the earth he reigas.
All to him lift up their eye;

He does ev'ry want supply. 3. Sons of earth, the triumph join,

Praise him with the host diyine..

Emulate the heav'nly pow'rs ;

Their all-gracious God is ours. 4. Happy, who his laws obey !

Them he rules with mildest sway:
Pure and holy hearts alone

He hath chosen for his own. 5. Him, whose joy is to restore,

Him let all our hearts adore ;
Earth and heav'n repeat the cry,
Glory be to God on high!

HYMN 16. L. M.
1.
HIG
IGH in the heav'ns, eternal God !

Thy goodness in full glory shines.
Thy truth shall break through ev'ry cloud,

That veils and darkens thy designs. 2. For ever firm thy justice stands,

As mountains their foundations keep. Wise are the wonders of thy hands;

Thy judgments are a mighty deep. 3. Thy providence is kind and large ;

Both man and beast thy bounty share ; The whole creation is thy charge ;,

But saints are thy peculiar care. 4. My God! how excellent thy grace,

Whence all our hope and comfort springs! The sons of Adam in distress,

Fly to the shadow of thy wings. 5. From the provisions of thy house,

We shall be fed with sweet repast, There merey like a river flows,

And þrings salvation to our taste. 6. Life, like a fountain rich and free,

Springs from the presence of the Lord ;
And in his light our souls shall see
The glories promis?d in his word.

HYMN 17. c. M.
1. LONG as I live, I'll bless thy narr-2/

God of eternal love!

My work and joy shall be the same,

In the bright world above.
2. Great is the Lord, his pow'r unknown,

And let his praise be great:
I'll sing the honours of thy throne,

Thy works of grace repeat.
3. Thy grace shall dwell upon my tongue,

And while my lips rejoice,
The men that hear my sacred song,

Shall join their cheerful voice.
4. Fathers to sons shall teach thy name,

And children learn thy ways; Ages to come thy truth proclaim,

And nations sound thy praise. 5. Thy glorious deeds of ancient date,

Shall through the world be known: Thine arm of pow'r, thy heav'nly state,

With public splendour shown. 6. The world is manag’d by thy hands,

Thy saints are rul'd by love; And thine eternal kingdom stands, Tho'rocks and hills remove.

HYMN 18. P.-M. 1. YF

works of God! on him alone,
His footstool earth, high heav'n his throne,
Be all your praise bestow'd.
His hand the beauteous fabric made,
His eye the finish'd work survey'd,

And saw that all was good.
2. Ye-sons of men! his praise display,
Who stamp'd his image on your clay,

And gave it pow'r to move,
Where'er ye go, where'er ye dwell,
From age to age successive tell

The wonders of his love.
3. Ye spirits of the just and good!
Who, panting for that hlest abode,

To heav'ns bright mansions soar:
O let your songs his praise display,

1. My soul, praise the Lord,

Till nature's self shall waste away,

And time shall be no more. 4. Praise him, ye meek and humble train! Who shall those heav'nly joys obtain,

Prepar'd for souls sincere. Now praise him till you take your way To regions of eternal day, To dwell for ever there. HYMN 19 P. M.

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Speak good of his name!
His mercies record,

His bounties proclaim.
To God, their Creator,

Let all creatures raise
The song of thanksgiving,

The chorus of praise !
2. Though, hid from man's sight,

God sits on his throne,
Yet here by his works

Their Author is known.
The world shines a mirror,

Its Maker to show;
And heavon views its image

Reflected below.
3. By knowledge supreme,

By wisdom divine,
God governs this earth

With gracious design.
O'er beast, bird, and insect,

His providence reigns,
Whose will first created,

Whose love still sustains.
4. And man his last work,

With reason endu'd,
Who, falling through sin,

By grace is renew’d:-
To God, his Creator,

Let man ever raise
The song of thanksgiving,

The chorus of praise !