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2 Thy hand, how wide it spread the sky!
How glorious to behold;

Ting'd with a blue of heavenly dye,
And starr'd with sparkling gold.

3 Thy glories blaze all nature round,
And strike the gazing sight,
Through skies, and seas, and solid ground,
With terror and delight.

4 Infinite strength, and equal skill
Shine through the worlds abroad;
Our souls with vast amazement fill,
And speak the builder God.

5 But still, the wonders of thy grace
Our softer passions move:

Pity divine in Jesus' face
We see, adore, and love.

HYMN CCCLXXIV.

1 BENIGN Creator, bounteous Lord!
Where'er I turn my ravish'd eyes,
Fruits of thy wisdom, power and love,
In beauteous, various order rise.

2 The flowery meads, the verdant vales,
The bleating flocks, the lowing kine,
The springing herb, the blooming trees,
All in thy joyful praises join.

3 Hark, how the sacred theme resounds!
Whilst the sweet warblers of the grove,
Wing through the air their trackless way,
With soft harmonious notes of love.

4 My soul, and canst thou silent lie, Beneath the bounties of thy God? Awake my heart, awake my tongue, And spread your Maker's praise abroad!

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HXMN CCCLXXV.

WHEN all thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys;

Transported with the view, I'm lost
In wonder, love, and praise.

2 Unnumber'd comforts to my soul,
Thy tender care bestow'd,
Before my infant heart conceiv'd
From whom those comforts flow'd.

3 When in the slippery paths of youth,
With heedless steps I ran,

Thine Arm, unseen, convey'd me safe,
And led me up to man.

4 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
Our daily thanks employ;
Nor is the least a cheerful heart,
That tastes those gifts with joy.

5 When nature fails, and day and night
Divide thy works no more,
Our ever grateful hearts, O Lord,
Thy mercy shall adore.

6 Through all eternity, to thee
A joyful song we 'll raise;
But oh! eternity's too short
To utter all thy praise.

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HYMN CCCLXXVI.

E sons of Sion, praise the Lord;
Come, tune your songs in sweet accord?
Awake, my soul, awake and join

The sacred hymn in notes divine.

2 No more in princes vainly trust,
Frail sons of earth, man is but dust!
With all his pride, with all his power,
The helpless creature of an hour.
3 Happy the man, whose hopes divine
On Israel's guardian God recline!
Who can, with secret transport, say,
This God is mine, my help, my stay.

4 Heaven, earth, and sea declare his name,
He built and fill'd their spacious frame;
But, o'er creation's fairest lines,

His stedfast truth unchanging shines.
5 The Lord shall reign for ever King,
And age to age his glory sing;
Thy God alone, O Sion, reigns,
Resound his praise in joyful strains.

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HYMN CCCLXXVII.

Y God, my King, to thee I'll raise
My voice, and all my powers;
Unweary'd songs of sacred praise
Shall fill the circling hours.

2 Thy name shall dwell upon my tongue,

While suns shall set and rise;
And tune my everlasting song,
When time and nature dies.

3 Great is the Lord! our souls adore,
We wonder whilst we praise!
His power what creature can explore,
Or equal honours raise?

4 Yet shall thy works, almighty Lord,
Our noblest songs adorn;

Thy glorious acts we will record,
For ages yet unborn.

5 Thy praise shall be our awful theme,
The wonders of thy power;
We'll speak the honours of thy name,
And bid the world adore.

HYMN CCCLXXVIII.

ETERNAL Power! whose high abode,
Becomes the grandeur of a God;

Infinite length, beyond the bounds
Where stars revolve their little rounds.

2 The lowest step above thy seat
Rises too high for Gabriel's feet;
In vain the tall Archangel tries,

To reach the height, with wondering eyes. 3 Lord, what shall earth and ashes do? We would adore our Maker too; From sin and dust to thee we cry, The Great, the Holy, and the High,

4 Earth, from afar, has heard thy fame, And worms have learn'd to lisp thy name; But oh, the glories of thy mind

Leave all our soaring thoughts behind.

5 God is in heaven, but man below;
Be short our tunes; our words be few:
A sacred reverence checks our songs,
And praise sits silent on our tongues.

HYMN CCCLXXIX.

1 CONCEIV'D in sin, Oh! wretched state,

Before we drew our breath;

The first young pulse begins to beat
Iniquity and death.

2 To all that's good averse and blind,
But
prone to all that 's ill;

What dreadful darkness veils the mind!
How obstinate the will!

3 Yet, mighty God, thy wonderous love
Can make our natures clean;
Whilst Christ, and grace, prevail above
The tempter, death, and sin.

4 The second Adam shall restore
The ruins of the first;

Hosanna to the sovereign Power,
That new creates our dust.

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HIGH let us swell our tuneful notes,
And join th' angelic throng;

For angels, no such love have known
T' awake a cheerful song.

2 Good-will to guilty men is shown,
And peace on earth is given;
For lo! th' incarnate Saviour comes
With messages from heaven.

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