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123. WATTS.

Praise for Preserving Grace. 1 To God the only wise,

Our Saviour and our King,
Let all the saints below the skies

Their humble praises bring.

2 T is his almighty love,

His counsel and his care, Preserves us safe from sin and death, And every

hurtful snare. 3 He will present our souls

Unblemished and complete, Before the glory of his face,

With joys divinely great.

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Then all the chosen seed

Shall meet around the throne, Shall bless the conduct of his grace,

And make his wonders known.

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To our Redeemer, God,

Wisdom and power belong, Immortal crowns of majesty

And everlasting song.

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MILTON

Joyful Praise.

i Let us with a joyful mind

Praise the Lord, for he is kind,
For his mercies shall endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

2 Let us sound his name abroad,

For of gods he is the God,
Who by wisdom did create

Heaven's expanse and all its state; 3 Did the solid arth ordain

How to rise above the main :
Who, by his commanding might,
Filled the new-made world with light;
4 Caused the golden-tressed sun

All the day his course to run;
And the moon to shine by night,
'Mid her spangled sisters bright.
All his creatures God doth feed,
His full hand supplies their need;
Let us, therefore, warble forth
His high majesty and worth.

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MRS. BARBAULD Praise to God always, for all Things. i PRAISE to God, immortal praise,

For the love that crowns our days:
Bounteous Source of every joy,

Let thy praise our tongues employ!
2 All that spring with bounteous hand

Scatters o'er the smiling land;
All that liberal autumn pours
From her rich, o'erflowing stores;
3 These to thee, our God! we owe,

Source whence all our blessings flow;
And for these our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise.

4 Yet should rising whirlwinds tear

From its stem the ripening ear;
Should the fig-tree's blasted shoot

Drop her green, untimely fruit;
5 Should thine altered hand restrain

The early and the latter rain,
Blast each opening bud of joy,

And the rising year destroy ;-
6 Still to thee our souls shall raise

Grateful vows and solemn praise ;
And, when every blessing 's flown,
Love thee — for thyself alone.

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126. BOWRING.

Praise at Morning, Noon, and Night. 1 WHEN, wakened by thy voice of power,

The hour of morning beams in light,
My voice shall sing that morning hour,

And thee, who mad'st that hour so bright. 2 The morning strengthens into noon;

Earth’s fairest beauties shine more fair; And noon and morning shall attune

My grateful heart to praise and prayer. 3 When, 'neath the evening western gate,

The sun's retiring rays are hid,
My joy shall be to meditate,

E’en as the pious patriarch did. 4 As twilight wears a darker hue,

And gathering night creation dims,
The twilight and the midnight too
Shall have their harmonies and hymns.

5 So shall sweet thoughts, and thoughts sublime,

My constant inspirations be;
And every shifting scene of time
Reflect, my God, a light from thee.
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DODDRIDGE.
The Divine Bounty inspiring Gratitude.
i Our souls with pleasing wonder view

The bounties of Thy grace,
How much bestowed, how much reserved

For them that seek thy face!
2 Thy liberal hand with worldly bliss

Oft makes their cup run o'er; And in the covenant of thy love

They find diviner store. 3 Thine eyes shall read those grateful thoughts

No language can express;
Yet when our liveliest thanks we pay,

Our debts do most increase.

4 Since time's too short, all-gracious God,

To utter half thy praise, Loud to the honor of thy name

Eternal hymns we'll raise

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H. MOORE.

Praise for God's Love.

1 My God! thy boundless love I praise :
How bright on high its glories blaze,

How sweetly bloom below!
It streams from thine eternal throne;
Through heaven its joys for ever run,

And o'er the earth they flow.

2'T is love that paints the purple morn,
And bids the clouds, in air upborne,

Their genial drops distil;
In every vernal beam it glows,
And breathes in every gale that blows,

And glides in every rill.
3 It robes in cheerful green the ground,
And pours its flowery beauties round,

Whose sweets perfume the gale:
Its bounties richly spread the plain
With blushing fruit, and golden grain,

And smile on every vale.
But in thy word I see it shine
With grace and glories more divine,

Proclaiming sins forgiven;
There Faith, bright cherub, points the way
To realms of everlasting day,

all her heaven.

And opens

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Then let the love that makes me blessed
With cheerful praise inspire my breast,

And ardent gratitude ;
And all my thoughts and passions tend
To thee, my Father and my Friend,

My soul's eternal good.

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TATE & BRADY.

Universal Praise.

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YE boundless realms of joy,

Exalt your Maker's fame;
His praise your song employ

Above the starry frame;
Your voices raise, And seraphim,
Ye cherubim To sing his praise.

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