4 For thy stupendous truth and love,
Both heaven and earth just honours owe,
By choirs of angels sung above,
And by assembled saints below.

HYMN 42. L. M.

Praise to the Divine Beneficence.

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1 GOD of the universe, whose hand
Hath filled with suns the fields of
Round which, obeying thy command,
The peopled worlds fulfil their race;

2 How vast the region where thy hand
Existence, form, and order gives;
Pleased the wide cup with joy to fill
For all that grows, and feels, and lives.

3 Lord, while we thank thee, let us learn
Beneficence to all below;

Those praise thee best, whose bosoms burn To spread the gifts from thee that flow.

4 So, at the awful hour of change,

Our frames the bonds of death shall tear, Through the whole starry vast to range, Thy bounty to admire and share.

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HYMN 43. L. M.

The Divine Perfections and Providence. Ps. xxxvi. 5—9.

1 HIGH in the heavens, eternal God, Thy goodness in full glory shines;

Thy truth shall break through every cloud
Which veils and darkens thy designs.

2 Thy justice like the hills remains,
Unfathomed depths thy mercies are;
Thy providence the world sustains;
The whole creation is thy care.

3 Since of thy goodness all partake,
With what assurance may the just
Thy sheltering wings their refuge make,
And saints to thy protection trust.

4 Such guests shall to thy courts be led,
To banquet on thy love's repast,
And drink, as from the fountain-head,
Of joys which shall for ever last.

50 let thy saints thy favour gain,
To upright hearts thy truth display;
With thee the springs of life remain,
Thy presence is eternal day.

HYMN 44. 7s M.

The Perfections and Providence of God. Ps. cxxxvi.

1 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 earth 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.
5 All his creatures God does feed,
His full hand supplies their need ;
Let us therefore warble forth
His high majesty and worth.

6 He his mansion hath on high,
'Bove the reach of mortal eye!
And his mercies shall endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

HYMN 45. 7s M.

The Harmony of Praise.

1 THOU, who dwell'st enthroned above! Thou, in whom we live and move!

Thou, who art most great, most high!
God from all eternity!

2 O how sweet, how excellent,

'Tis when tongue and heart consent, Grateful hearts, and joyful tongues, Hymning thee in tuneful songs! 3 When the morning paints the skies, When the stars of evening rise, We thy praises will record, Sovereign Ruler, mighty Lord!

4 Decks the spring with flowers the field? Harvest rich doth autumn yield?

Giver of all good below!

Lord, from thee these blessings flow.

5 Sovereign Ruler! mighty Lord!
We thy praises will record:

Giver of these blessings! we
Pour the grateful song to thee.

HYMN 46. 61. C. M.

Invocation of all Creatures to praise God.

1 CREATION's GOD! on thee alone,
From earth thy footstool, heaven thy throne,
Be all their praise bestowed;

Whose hand, the beauteous fabric made,
Whose eye, the finished work surveyed,
And saw that all was good.

2 Ye angels, who with loud acclaim
Admiring viewed the new-born frame,
And hailed th' eternal King;
Again proclaim your Maker's praise,
Again your thankful voices raise,
And sacred anthems sing.

3 Ye sons of men, his praise display,
Who stamped his image on your clay,
And gave it power to move;
Where'er ye go, where'er ye dwell,
From age to age successive tell
The wonders of his love.

4 Ye spirits of the just and good,
Who, eager for the blest abode,
To heavenly mansions soar;
O let your songs his praise display,
Till heaven itself shall melt away,
And time shall be no more.

5 Praise him, ye meek and humble train, Who shall those heavenly joys obtain, Prepared for souls sincere ;

O praise him, till ye take your way
To regions of eternal day,

To reign forever there.

HYMN 47. L. M.

God entitled to perpetual Praise. Ps. cxlv.

1 My God! my King! thy various praise Shall fill the remnant of my days;