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2 The stars that in their courses roll,
Have much instruction given;
But thy good word informs my soul
How I may soar to heaven.

3 The fields provide me food, and show
The goodness of the Lord;

But fruits of life and glory grow
In thy most holy word.

4 Here are my choicest treasures hid,

Here my best comfort lies;
Here my desires are satisfied,
And here my hopes arise.

5 Lord, make me understand thy law,
Show what my faults have been;
And from thy Gospel let me draw
Pardon for all my sin.

6 Here would I learn how Christ has died To save my soul from hell;

Not all the books on earth beside,
Such heavenly wonders tell.

7 Then let me love my Bible more,
And take a fresh delight,

By day to read these wonders o'er,
And meditate by night.

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4 Here the Redeemer's welcome voice Spreads heavenly peace around; And life and everlasting joys

Attend the blissful sound.

5 O may these heavenly pages be
My ever dear delight;
And still new beauties may I see,
And still increasing light.

6 Divine Instructer, gracious Lord,
Be thou for ever near;

Teach me to love thy sacred word,
And view my Saviour there.

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Of all this wondrous frame!

Produced by thy creating word,

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The world from nothing came.

2 Thy voice sent forth the high command, 'Twas instantly obey'd:

And through thy goodness all things stand
Which by thy power were made.

3 Lord, for thy glory shine the whole;

They all reflect thy light:

For this, in course the planets roll,
And day succeeds the night.

4 For this, the sun dispenses heat
And beams of cheering day;
And distant stars, in order set,
By night thy power display.

5 For this, the earth its produce yields;
For this, the waters flow;

And blooming plants adorn the fields,
And trees aspiring grow.

6 Inspired with praise, our minds pursue
This wise and noble end;

That all we think, and all we do,
Shall to thine honour tend.

'HYMN 4. C. M.

Genesis i.

3 Here the fair tree of knowledge grows, IET heaven arise, let earth appear,

And yields a free repast;

Sublimer sweets than nature knows

Invite the longing taste.

Proclaim'd th' Eternal Lord:

The heaven arose, the earth appear'd,

At his creating word.

2 But formless was the earth, and void, Dark, sluggish, and confused; Till o'er the mass the Spirit moved, And quickening power diffused. 3 Then spake the Lord Omnipotent The mandate, "Be there light:' Light darted forth in vivid rays,

And scatter'd ancient night.

4 The glorious firmament he spread,
To part the earth and sky;
And fix'd the upper elements
Within their spheres on high.

5 He bade the seas together flow;
They left the solid land:

And herbs, and plants, and fruitful trees,
Sprung forth at his command.

6 Above, he form'd the stars; and placed
Two greater orbs of light;
The radiant sun to rule the day,
The moon to rule the night.

7 To all the varied living tribes

He gave their wondrous birth: Some form'd within the watery deep, Some from the teeming earth.

8 Then, chief o'er all his works below,
Man, honour'd man, was made;

His soul with God's pure image stamp'd,
With innocence array'd.

9 Completed now the mighty work,
God his creation view'd;

And, pleased with all that he had made,
Pronounced it "very good."

HYMN 5. II. 1.
Psalm cxlviii.

Praise from Living Creatures.

BEGIN, my soul, th' exalted lay;

Let each enraptured thought obey,

And praise th' Almighty's Name: Let heaven and earth, and seas and skies, In one melodious concert rise,

To swell th' inspiring theme.

2 Ye angels, catch the thrilling sound,
While all the adoring thrones around
His boundless mercy sing;
Let every listening saint above
Wake all the tuneful soul of love,
And touch the sweetest string.

3 Whate'er this living world contains,
That wings the air or treads the plains,
United praise bestow;

Ye tenants of the ocean wide,
Proclaim Him through the mighty tide,
And in the deeps below.

4 Let man, by nobler passions sway'd, The feeling heart, the judging head,

In heavenly praise employ; Spread HIS tremendous Name around While heaven's broad arch rings back the sound,

The general burst of joy.

HYMN 6. II. 1.

Psalm cxlviii.

Praise from the Elements and Worlds.

YE fields of light, celestial plains,

Where pure, serene effulgence reigns,
Ye scenes divinely fair,

Your Maker's wondrous power proclaim
Tell how he form'd your shining frame,

And breathed the fluid air.

2 Join, all ye stars, the vocal choir;
Thou dazzling orb of liquid fire

The mighty chorus aid;
And, soon as evening veils the plain,
Thou moon, prolong the hallow'd strain,

And praise Him in the shade.

3 Thou heaven of heavens, his vast abode, Proclaim the glories of thy God;

Ye worlds, declare his might;

He spake the word, and ye were made,
Darkness and dismal chaos fled,

And nature sprung to light.

4 Let every element rejoice;

Ye thunders, burst with awful voice

To Him who bids you roll;

His praise in softer notes declare,
Each whispering breeze of yielding air,

And breathe it to the soul.

TH

HYMN 7. L. M.

Psalm xix.

HE spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,
And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
Their great Original proclaim.

2 Th' unwearied sun, from day to day,
Does his Creator's power display,
And publishes to every land
The work of an Almighty hand.

3 Soon as the evening shades prevail,
The moon takes up the wondrous tale;
And, nightly, to the listening earth,
Repeats the story of her birth;

4 Whilst all the stars that round her burn,
And all the planets in their turn,
Confirm the tidings as they roll,
And spread the truth from pole to pole.

5 What though in solemn silence all Move round this dark terrestrial ball; What though no real voice nor sound Amidst their radiant orbs be found;

6 In reason's ear they all rejoice, And utter forth a glorious voice; For ever singing as they shine, "The hand that made us is divine."

III. PROVIDENCE.

HYMN 8. L. M.

ETERNAL Source of every joy!

Well may thy praise our lips employ,
While in thy temple we appear,
To hail thee, Sovereign of the year.

2 Wide as the wheels of nature roll,
Thy hand supports and guides the whole:
The sun is taught by thee to rise,
And darkness when to veil the skies.

3 The flowery spring at thy command、
Perfumes the air, and paints the land;
The summer rays with vigour shine,
To raise the corn, and cheer the vine.
4 Thy hand in autumn richly pours
Through all our coasts redundant stores;
And winters, soften'd by thy care,
No more the face of horror wear.

5 Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days,
Demand successive songs of praise;
And be the grateful homage paid,
With morning light, and evening shade.
6 Here in thy house let incense rise,
And circling sabbaths bless our eyes,
Till to those lofty heights we soar,
Where days and years revolve no more.

HYMN 9. II. 3.

Psalm xxiii.

THE Lord my pasture shall prepare,
And feed me with a shepherd's care,
His presence shall my wants supply,
And guard me with a watchful eye;
My noon-day walks he shall attend,
And all my midnight hours defend.
2 When in the sultry glebe I faint,
Or on the thirsty mountain pant,
To fertile vales and dewy meads
My weary wandering steps he leads,
Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow,
Amid the verdant landscape flow.
3 Though in the paths of death I tread,
With gloomy horrors overspread;

My steadfast heart shall fear no ill,
For thou, O Lord, art with me still:
Thy friendly crook shall give me aid,
And guide me through the dreadful shade.

WH

HYMN 10. C. M.

THEN all thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,

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

2 O how shall words with equal warmth The gratitude declare,

That glows within my ravish'd heart!
But thou canst read it there.

3 Thy providence my life sustain'd,
And all my wants redrest,
When in the silent womb I lay,

And hung upon the breast.

4 To all my weak complaints and cries
Thy mercy lent an ear,

Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learnt
To form themselves in prayer.

5 Unnumber'd comforts to my soul
Thy tender care bestow'd,
Before my infant heart conceived

From whom those comforts flow'd.
6 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.

7 Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths, It gently cleared my way,

And through the pleasing snares of vice.
More to be fear'd than they.

8 When worn with sickness, oft hast thou
With health renew'd my face;
And, when in sins and sorrows sunk,
Revived my soul with grace.

9 Thy bounteous hand with worldly bliss
Has made my cup run o'er ;
And in a kind and faithful friend
Has doubled all my store.

10 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ ;
Nor is the least a cheerful heart,
That tastes those gifts with joy.
11 Through every period of: my life
Thy goodness I'll pursue;
And after death, in distant worlds,
The glorious theme renew.
12 When nature fails, and day and night
Divide thy works no more,

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HYMN 12. C. M.

GOD moves in a mysterious way

His wonders to perform;

He plants his footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.

2 Deep in unfathomable mines,
With never-failing skill,
He treasures up his bright designs,
And works his gracious will.

3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.

4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust him for his grace:
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.

5 His purposes will ripen fast,

Unfolding every hour:

The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.

6 Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan his work in vain:
God is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain.

IV. REDEMPTION.
HYMN 13. S. M.
Job ix. 2-6.

AH, how shall fallen man

Be just before his God!
If he contend in righteousness,

We sink beneath his rod.

2 If he our ways should mark,
With strict inquiring eyes,
Could we for one of thousand faults
A just excuse devise?

3 All-seeing, powerful God!

Who can with thee contend?
Or who that tries th' unequal strife,
Shall prosper in the end?

4 The mountains, in thy wrath,

Their ancient seats forsake:

The trembling earth deserts her place,
Her rooted pillars shake:

5 Ah, how shall guilty man

Contend with such a God?

None, none can meet him, and escape,
But through the Saviour's blood.

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