HYMN 18, P. M.

Hymn of praife.

1 O PRAISE ye the Lord! prepare a new fong; And let all his faints in full concert join : With voices united the anthem prolong, And fhew forth his praises with mufic divine. 2 Let praise to the Lord, who made us, afcend; Let each grateful heart be glad in its king: The God whom we worship, our fongs will attend,

And view with complacence the off'ring we bring. 3 Be joyful, ye faints, fuftain'd by his might, And let your glad fongs awake with each morn: For thofe who obey him are still his delight, His hand with falvation the meek will adorn. 4 Then praise ye the Lord! prepare a glad fong ; And let all his faints in full concert join : With voices united the anthem prolong, And fhew forth his praises with mufic divine.

HYMN 19. 61. L. M.

Hymn of universal praise.

1 TO GOD, the Lord, wake we the lay! Let ev'ry creature homage pay,

And bow to his Almighty name!

Let heaven, and earth, and feas and fkies,
In one harmonious concert rife,

To fwell the high infpiring theme!

2 Ye angels, catch the joyful found,
And, as ye wait his throne around,
Your Maker's boundlefs goodness fing!

Let the full choir of faints above
Join the glad ftrain of grateful love,

And loudly ftrike th' according ftring!
3 Ye plumed warblers of the fky,
Who, heav'nward finging, foar on high,
Your fweet melodious anthems raise !
To him who fhap'd your finer mould,
Who tipp'd your glitt'ring wings with gold,
Pour the full chorus of your praise !

4 Ye infects, flutt'ring on the gale
Amid the flow'r-befprinkled vale,

By inftinct taught, your homage join!
Rifle the rofe's vermeil bloom,
And waft its fpoils, in sweet perfume,
As incenfe to the throne divine!

5 Ye deeps, whofe roaring billows rife
To join the thunders of the skies,

Praise him who bids your waters roll; His praise in fofter notes declare, Each whifp'ring breeze of yielding air, And breathe it to the raptur'd foul. 6 Thou heaven of heavens, his vaft abode, Ye clouds, proclaim your maker, God! Ye thunders, fpeak his matchlefs pow'r ! Lo on the lightning's gleamy wing In triumph rides th' eternal king;

With awe th' aftonished worlds adore. 7 Let man, with nobler reason fraught, The feeling heart, the glowing thought, In God's high praife his pow'rs employ ! Spread the Creator's name around, Till heaven's broad arch the ftrain refound, In echoes of triumphant joy!

8 To God, the Lord, wake ALL the lay! Let ev'ry creature homage pay,

And bow to his Almighty name!
Let heaven and earth, and feas and skies,
In one harmonious concert rise,
To fwell the high infpiring theme!

1 PRAISE, O praise, the name divine !
Praise it at the hallow'd shrine:
Let the firmament on high
To its Maker's praise reply.

2 Let his acts, and pow'r fupreme,
To your fongs fuggeft a theme:
Let the organ in his praise
Learn its loudeft note to raise.

3 All who vital breath enjoy,
In his praise that breath employ ;
And in one great chorus join:
Praise, O praise the name divine !

HYMN 21. s. M.

Sincere praise.

1 ALMIGHTY maker, God!
How wondrous is thy name!
Thy glories how diffus'd abroad
Thro' all creation's frame !

2 Nature in ev'ry drefs

Her humble homage pays:

And does a thousand ways exprefs
Her undiffembled praife.

3 My foul would rise and fing
To her Creator too :

Fain would my tongue adore my king,
And pay the homage due.

4 In joy, oh let me spend

The remnant of my days;
And oft to God, my foul! afcend
In grateful fongs of praise.

HYMN 22. S. M.

Praise for fpiritual and temporal blessings,

1 O BLESS the Lord, our fouls!
Let all within us join,

And aid our tongues to blefs his name,
Whofe favours are divine.

2 O blefs the Lord our fouls!
Nor let his mercies lie
Forgotten in unthankfulnefs,
And without praises die.

3 'Tis he forgives our fins,
'Tis he relieves our pain;
'Tis he that heals our ficknesses,
And gives us ftrength again.

4 He crowns our lives with love,

When refcued from the

grave;

He that redeem'd our fouls from death,
Hath boundless pow'r to fave.

5 He fills the poor with good;
He gives the fuff'rer reft ;

The Lord hath juftice for the proud,
And mercy for th' oppreft.

6 His wondrous works and ways
He made by Mofes known;

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But fent the world his truth and grace
By his beloved Son.

HYMN 23. P. M.

Thanksgiving and praise.

"MY foul, praise the Lord,
Speak good of his name !"
His mercies record,

His bounties proclaim:
To God their creator,

Let all creatures raise
The fong of thanksgiving,
The chorus of praise !

2 Though, hid from man's fight,
God fits on his throne,

Yet here by his works

Their Author is known :
The world fhines a mirror
Its Maker to fhow,
And heav'n views its image
Reflected below.

3 Thofe agents of pow'r,
Fire, water, earth, sky,
Atteft the dread might

Of God the most high:
Who rides on the whirlwind

While clouds veil his form;