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4 Earth, tremble on, with all thy sons, In presence of thy awful Lord, Whose power inverted nature owns,
Her only law his sov'reign word: He shakes the centre with his rod, And heaven bows down to Jacob's God. 5 Creation, varied by his hand,
The' omnipotent Jehovah knows; The sea is turn'd to solid land,
The rock into a fountain flows: And all things, as they change, proclaim The Lord eternally the same.
Creator of soul and body.
3d P. M. 4 6s & 2 8s. Greatness and condescension.
The garments he assumes Are light and majesty: His glories shine with beams so bright, No mortal eye can bear the sight. 2 The thunders of his hand Keep the wide world in awe; His wrath and justice stand To guard his holy law; And where his love resolves to bless, His truth confirms and seals the grace.
3 Through all his mighty works
And all their dark designs;
My Father and my Friend?
Omnipotence and wisdom.
1OME, O my soul, in sacred lays, Attempt thy great Creator's praise : But O, what tongue can speak his fame? What mortal verse can reach the theme?
2 Enthroned amid the radiant spheres,
Ten thousand suns around him shine.
4 Raised on devotion's lofty wing,
Majesty and power.
THE Lord our God is clothed with might,
The winds obey his will;
He speaks, and in his heavenly height
2 Rebél, ye waves, and o'er the land
3 Ye winds of night, your force combine;
Ye shall not, in the mountain-pine,
4 His voice sublime is heard afar;
He yokes the whirlwind to his car,
5 Ye sons of earth, in rev'rence bend;
Omnipotence and grace.
HE earth, with all her fulness, owns
2 His word did out of nothing call
The world, and founded all that is; Launch'd on the floods this solid ball, And fix'd it in the floating seas.
3 But who shall quit this low abode-
4 The man whose hands and heart are clean
5 He shall obtain the starry crown;
Bounteous in mercy and goodness.
MY Maker and my King,
To thee my owe;
2 The creature of thy hand,
More praise than I can give.
My soul with strength divine;
From everlasting to everlasting.
Before the birth of ancient time,
From everlasting thou art God.
With thee are as a fleeting day;
At once their various scenes display. 3 But our brief life's a shadowy dream,
A passing thought, that soon is o'er,-
Each passing moment so to spend,
Where life and bliss shall never end.
LORD, all I am is known to thee;
To shun thy presence, or to flee
2 Thy all-surrounding sight surveys
3 My thoughts lie open to thee, Lord,
And ere my lips pronounce the word,
4 0 wondrous knowledge! deep and high: Where can a creature hide?
Within thy circling arms I lie,
5 So let thy grace surround me still, And like a bulwark prove,
To guard my soul from every ill,
Omniscience and omnipresence.
ATHER of spirits, nature's God, Our thoughts are known to thee; Thou, Lord, canst hear each idle word, And every action see.
2 Could we, on morning's swiftest wings,
3 In vain may guilt attempt to fly,