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!
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.
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.
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.
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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