Which crowd He portions in.

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2 Thy glories b
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Through skies
With terror

3 Infinite streng
Shine throu
Our souls wit

And speak
With His rig

3 Glad was the angel throng
To see His might prevail;
And loud they sang a joyful song
This universe to hail;

The Maker, too, pronounced it good.
While yet in youth it stood,

4 But this fair world shall die,
The creature of a day;
In ashes and in ruins lie,
Its glory passed away;
As when before her birth
Again shall be this mighty earth.

5 But, ever

Of the Eternal One
fixed, the throne

Shall stand, when all creation's gone,
Unequalled and alone;

New worlds to make at will,
And His own wise designs fulfil.

To search the starry vault profound;
vain would wing her flight sublime,
To find creation's utmost bound.

it weaker yet that thought must prove
To search Thy great eternal plan,
y sovereign counsels, born of love
Long ages ere the world began.

2 The Lord proclaims His power aloud
Over the ocean and the land;
His voice divides the watery cloud,

And lightnings blaze at His command. 3 The Lord sits sovereign on the flood, Jehovah reigns for ever King;

But makes His church His blest abode,
Where we His awful glories sing.
4 In gentler language there the Lord
The counsels of His grace imparts ;
Amidst the raging storm His word
Speaks peace and courage to our hearts.

ITH wonder and with awful fear
We bow before the Lord;

WATTS.*

His high commands with reverence hear,
And tremble at His word.

2 How terrible Thy glories be!

How bright Thine armies shine!
Where is the power that vies with Thee,
Or truth compared with Thine?

3 The northern pole and southern rest
On Thy supporting hand;

Darkness and day, from east to west,
Move round at Thy command.

4 Thy words the raging winds control,
And rule the boisterous deep;
Thou mak'st the sleeping billows roll,
The rolling billows sleep.

5 Justice and judgment are Thy throne,
Yet wondrous is Thy grace;

While truth and mercy, joined in one,
Invite us near Thy face.

My soul, thy great Creator praise;

WATTS.*

When, clothed in His celestial rays,

He in full majesty appears,

And, like a robe, His glory wears.

2 The heavens are for His curtain spread,
The unfathomed deep He makes His bed;
Clouds are His chariot when He flies
On winged storms across the skies.

3 Angels whom His own breath inspires—
His ministers-are flaming fires;

And swift as thought their armies move
To bear His vengeance or His love.

4 How vast Thy works! how great Thy skill! And every land Thy riches fill;

While the whole race of creatures stands
Waiting their portions from Thy hands.

5 In Thee my hopes and wishes meet,
And make my meditations sweet;
Thy praises shall my breath employ,
Till it expire in endless joy.

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RAISE the Lord, our mighty King!
AISE the Lord, our miery sing

He whose undisputed sway,

Ocean, earth, and skies obey.
When the pealing thunders sound,
When the lightnings blaze around,
When the soul grows pale with fear,

2 He the imprisoned winds unchains,
He their angry rage restrains;
At His word they wildly sweep
O'er the bosom of the deep.
Now the mild propitious gales,
Gently fill the swelling sails;
Softly fan the spicy grove,
Breathing fragrance, breathing love.

3 When the curling vapours rise,
And with clouds adorn the skies;
Or descend in gracious showers,
Filling earth with fruit and flowers;
His the mandate they obey,
All creation owns His sway;
All His works one chorus raise
To their mighty Maker's praise.

668,668.

JOHN HUNT.*

101 o Lord, how manifold are Thy works.

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Psalm civ. 24.

ET all the world rejoice,
The great Jehovah reigns;

The thunders are His awful voice;
Our life His will ordains;

The glories of His name

The lightnings, floods, and hail proclaim.

2 The universe He made
By His prevailing might ;

The earth's foundations He hath laid,
And scattered ancient night;

When heaven, and earth, and sea,
Proclaimed His awful majesty.