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99.

Long Metre. WATTS.

The same subject.

IVE to the LORD, ye sons of fame,
Give to the LORD renown and pow'r;
Ascribe due honours to his name,
And his eternal might adore.

2 The LORD proclaims his pow'r aloud,
O'er the vast ocean and the land;
His voice divides the wat'ry cloud,
And lightnings blaze at his command.
3 He speaks, and howling tempests rise,
And lay the forest bare around;
The fiercest beasts with piteous cries,
Confess the terror of the sound.

4 His thunders rend the vaulted skies,
And palaces and temples shake;
The mountains tremble at the noise,
The valleys roar, the deserts quake.
5 The LORD sits Sov'reign o'er the flood;
The Thund'rer reigns for ever King;
But makes his church his blest abode,
Where we his awful glories sing.

6 We see no terrors in his name,
But in our GOD a Father find:

The voice that shakes all nature's frame, Speaks comfort to the pious mind.

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100.

Long Metre. WATTS.
The glory of God.

OD is a name my soul adores,

G Th' Almighty, the Eternal One;

Nature and grace, with all their pow'rs, Confess the Infinite unknown.

2 Thy voice produc'd the seas and spheres, Bade planets roll, and suns to shine: But nothing like thyself appears, Through all these spacious works of thine. 3 Still restless nature dies and grows; From change to change the creatures run: Thy being no succession knows,

And all thy vast designs are one.

4 Thrones and dominions round thee fall,
And worship in submissive forms;
Thy presence shakes this lower ball,
This humble dwelling-place of worms.

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101.

Long Metre. POPE'S COLLECTION.

The majesty and glory of God.

Y Attempt the great Creator's praise:

7E sons of men, in sacred lays,

But who an equal song can frame?
What verse can reach the lofty theme?

2 He sits enthron'd amidst the spheres, And glory like a garment wears;

While boundless wisdom, pow'r and grace, Command our awe, transcend our praise. 3 Before his throne a shining band Of cherubs and of seraphs stand; Ethereal spirits, who in flight Outstrip the rapid speed of light. 4 To GOD all nature owes its birth, He form'd this pond'rous globe of earth; He rais'd the glorious arch on high, And measur'd out the azure sky. 5 In all our Maker's grand designs, Omnipotence with wisdom shines; His works, thro' all this wondrous frame, Bear the great impress of his name. 6 Rais'd on devotion's lofty wing, Let us his high perfections sing: O let his praise employ our tongue, Whilst list'ning worlds applaud the song! 102.

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Long Metre. WATTS.

The majesty and condescension of GOD.
E servants of th' Almighty King,
In ev'ry age his praises sing;

Where'er the sun shall rise or set,
The nations shall his praise repeat.
2 Above the earth, beyond the sky,
Stands his high throne of majesty;

Nor time, nor place, his pow'r restrain,
Nor bound his universal reign.

3 Which of the sons of Adam dare,
Or angels, with their GOD compare?
His glories how divinely bright,
Who dwells in uncreated light!
4 Behold his love! he stoops to view
What saints above and angels do;
And condescends yet more, to know
The mean affairs of men below.

103.

Common Metre. EDINBURGH COLLECTION. The condescension of GOD.

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1 MIDST the heav'nly pow'rs sublime,
A GOD's
GOD's throne is fix'd on high;
And through eternity he hears
The praises of the sky.

2 Yet, looking down, he visits oft
The humble, hallow'd cell;
And with the penitent who mourns,
'Tis his delight to dwell:

3 The downcast spirit to revive,
The sorrowful to cheer;

And from the bed of dust, the man
Of contrite heart to rear.

4 With him dwells no relentless wrath
Against the human race:

The souls which he has form'd, shall find
A refuge in his grace.

104.

Long Metre. WATTS.

The condescension of GOD to human affairs. 1 TH' Almighty stoops to view the skies, And bows to see what angels do;

Yet down to earth directs his eyes,
And bends his footsteps downwards too.
2 He over-rules all human things,
And manages our mean affairs:
On humble souls the King of kings
Bestows his counsels and his cares.

3 In vain might earthly monarchs try
Such condescending schemes to plan;
For man was never rais'd so high
Above his meanest fellow-man.

4 O could our thankful hearts devise.
A tribute equal to thy grace,

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To heav'n our grateful songs should rise, And list'ning angels learn thy praise.

105.

Long Metre. Doddridge.

The majesty of God.

WE weak inhabitants of clay,

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Yerifling insects of a day,

Low in your native dust bow down
Before th' Eternal's awful throne.