2 On this blest morn, birth-day of hope! This is the day the LORD hath made, 3 Come, and the wonders of the day, Tell to the world the conquest's gain'd 4 O happy souls, that feel the pow'r 1 With him they die, with him they live, 33. Proper Metre. MISS DAY. Attendance upon religious institutions. claim, With ev'ry morning light; с 3 With grateful sorrow in my breast, And while his perfect love I view, PART II. Praise to God. 34. Long Metre. Watts. 1 ETERNAL Pow'r! whose high abode Becomes the majesty of GOD; Infinite lengths beyond the bounds Where stars revolve their little rounds! 2 Far in the depths of space, thy throne Burns with a lustre all its own: In shining ranks beneath thy feet, Angelic pow'rs and splendors meet. 3 LORD! what shall feeble mortals do? We would adore our Maker too: With lowly minds to thee we cry, The Great, the Holy, and the High! 4 Something we learn from nature's frame: Thy word has more reveal'd thy name: Yet still thy greatness, LORD, we find, Leaves all our soaring thoughts behind. 5 GOD is in heav'n, and man below: Short be our tunes, our words be few: A sacred rev'rence checks our songs, And praise sits silent on our tongues. 35. Common Metre WATTS. God the proper object of praise. 1A WAKE, ye saints! to praise your King, Your sweetest passions raise; Your pious pleasure, while you sing, 2 Great is the LORD, and works unknown But still his saints are near his throne, 3 Heav'n, earth, and sea, confess his hand, He bids the vapours rise; Lightning, and storm, at his command, 4 All pow'r that gods or kings have claim'd Is found with him alone; But heathen gods should ne'er be nam'd 5 Before the true, the living GOD, 1 36. Proper Metre. WATTS. Praise to GOD the universal sovereign. 'L ET all the earth their voices raise, To sing the choicest hymns of praise, To magnify JEHOVAH's name: His glory let the heathens know, His wonders to the nations show, And all his mighty works proclaim. 2 The heathens know thy glory, LORD! The wond'ring nations read thy word; And here JEHOVAH's name is known: Our worship never shall be paid Te gods which mortal hands have made; 3 He fram'd the globe, he built the sky, 4 Come the great day, the glorious hour, 1 And in his courts his grace proclaim. 37. Long Metre. MERRICK.. Praise ye the LORD. ING to the LORD a joyful song; SING Earth, to his praise the note prolong, Till realms remote his acts have known, And man's whole race his wonders own. |