Which crowd our earthly being here,
He portions in His wisdom, and forbears
When heavier than our strength can bear.
All we possess,
Is His, and all we hope for, His;
Pilgrims of earth, His holy name we bless,
And look to heaven for peace and bliss.
(For additional Hymns see "Creation.")
95 Blessed be Thy glorious name.-Neh. ix. 5.
HE glories of my Maker, God,
My joyful voice shall sing,
And call the nations to adore
Their Former and their King.
2 Thy glories blaze all nature round,
And strike the wondering sight,
Through skies and seas and solid ground,
With terror and delight.
3 Infinite strength and equal skill
Shine through the worlds abroad,
Our souls with vast amazement fill,
And speak the Builder, God.
4 With His right hand He shaped our clay,
And wrought this human frame,
But from His own immediate breath
Our nobler spirits came.
5 We bring our mortal powers to God,
And worship with our tongues;
We claim some kindred with the skies,
And join the angelic songs.
Fearful in praises, doing wonders.
Exodus xv. II.
THE Lord, how fearful is His name!
How wide is His command!
Nature, with all her moving frame,
Rests on His mighty hand.
2 Immortal glory forms His throne,
And light His awful robe ;
While with a smile, or with a frown,
He manages the globe.
3 A word of His almighty breath
Can swell or sink the seas;
Build the vast empires of the earth,
Or break them if He please.
4 Now let the Lord for ever reign,
And sway us as He will;
Sick or in health, in ease or pain,
We are His children still.
5 No more shall peevish passion rise,
Our tongues no more complain;
'Tis sovereign love that lends our joys,
And love resumes again.
IVE to the Lord, ye sons of fame,
Give to the Lord renown and power;
Ascribe due honours to His name,
And His eternal might adore.
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;
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;
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.
ORAISE the Lord, our mighty King!
Sing His power, His mercy 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,
'Tis the voice of God we hear.
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.
101 o Lord, how manifold are Thy works.
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.
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