Worlds are too feeble to express His worth, his glory, or his grace. 2 When shall we climb these higher skies, : Where forms and tempelts never rise ? Where he unveils his lovely face, And lines and reigns the God of grace 3 Nor earth, nor air, nor fun, nor stars, Nor heav'n his full resemblance bears ; HYMN CLXIX. C. M. [JAMES RELLE.] After Sermon. : HOW pow'rful is the glor’ous word ! The unctious word of God, His suff'rings, death and blood. Explains the facred unity, And shouts us, sav?d in him. Dear Lamb, fulfill'd in thee : Where thou hast made us free. We praise thee, for thy word : HYMN CLXX. L. M. [DODDRIDGE.] Thanksgiving The various wonders of the Lord ; And let his pow'r and goodness found Thro' all your tribes, the earth around. 2 Let the high heav'ns your songs invite, Those spacious fields of brilliant light, Where sun, and moon, and planets roll, And stars, that glow from pole to pole. 3 Sing, earth, in verdant robes array'd, Its herbs and flow'rs, its fruits and shades Of fish, and fowl, and beasts, and worms. 4 View the broad feas, majestic plains, And think how wide its maker reigos; And on each wave, his goodness shines. 5 But O ! that brighter world above, Where lives and reigns incarnate love! For man, a bleeding victim made. There in the land of praise adore ; At Charity Lectures. Thy bounties how complete ! How Fall I count the matchless fum! How pay the mighty debe ! Dost thou exalted thine ; When' all the worlds are thine ? The partners of thy grace ; Before thy Father's face. My Saviour's voice is heard. 5 Thy face, with rey'rence and with love, We in thy poor would see ; At Charity Lectures. All pow'rful from above, The image of thy love. That gen'rous pleasure know; for other's woe. In low distress are laid, 1 1 And weep Soft be our bearts, their pains to feel, And swift our hands to aid. When thron'd above the skies; He felt compaflion rife. To raise us from the ground ; HYMN CLXXIII. C. M. [DODDRIDGE.] At the Dedication of Children. With all engaging charms; And folds them in his arms. Nor (corn their humble name ; The Lord of angels came.” 3 We bring them, Lord, in thankful hands, And yield them up to thee ; Thine let our offspring be. Ye children, seek his face The blessings of his grace. Thy guardian care we trust; That care shall heal our bleeding hearts, At the Dedication of Children. To Abra'm and his feed ! Supplying all their need. to age endure ; The angel of the cov’nant proves, And feals, the blefling fore. To our great Fathers giv'n ; children to his arms, And calls them heirs of heav'n. 4.Our God, ho faithful are his ways ! From age 1 HYMN CLXXV. L.M. (JAMES RELLY.] : A Funeral Hymr. Ancient of everlasting days! Who bear thy cross, to wear thy crowo. 2 Let all rejoice and no one grieve, This day we meet to take our leave, |