2 Endless scenes of wonder rise,
With that mysterious tree,
Crucified before our eyes,

Where we our Maker see:
Jesus, Lord, what hast thou done?
Publish we the death divine,
Stop, and gaze, and fall, and own
Was never love like thine!

3 Never love nor sorrow was
Like that my Jesus show'd;
See him stretch'd on yonder cross
And crush'd beneath our load!
Now discern the Deity,

Now his heavenly birth declare!
Faith cries out, ""Tis He, 'tis He,
My God that suffers there!"

THE ATTRIBUTES OF GOD.

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Archdale.] HYMN 201. C. M.

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ATHER, how wide thy glories shine!
How high thy wonders rise!

Known through the earth by thousand signs,
By thousands through the skies:

Those mighty orbs proclaim thy power:
Their motions speak thy skill:

And on the wings of every hour
We read thy patience still.

2 Part of thy name divinely stands,
On all thy creatures writ,

They show the labour of thy hands,
Or impress of thy feet;

But when we view thy strange design
To save rebellious worms,
Where vengeance and compassion join
In their divinest forms :

3 Here the whole Deity is known,
Nor dares a creature guess
Which of the glories brightest shone,
The justice or the grace;
Now the full glories of the Lamb
Adorn the heavenly plains:
Bright seraphs learn Immanuel's name,
And try their choicest strains.

4 O may I bear some humble part
In that immortal song!

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Wonder and joy shall tune my heart,
And love command my tongue.
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
Who sweetly all agree

To save a world of sinners lost,
Eternal glory be.

Liberty.] HYMN 202. 6 lines 8's.

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HEN Israel out of Egypt came, And left the proud oppressor's land, Supported by the great I AM,

Safe in the hollow of his hand! The Lord in Israel reign'd alone, And Judah was his favourite throne. 2 The sea beheld his power and fled, Disparted by the wondrous rod; Jordan ran backward to its head,

And Sinai felt the incumbent God; The mountains skipt like frighten'd rams, The hills leapt after them as lambs! 3 What ail'd thee, O thou trembling sea? What horror turn'd the river back?

Was nature's God displeas'd with thee? And why should hills or mountains shake? Ye mountains huge, that skipt like rams? Ye hills, that leapt as frighten'd lambs ? 4 Earth, tremble on, with all thy sons, In presence of thy awful Lord! Whose power inverted nature owns, Her only law his sovereign word; He shakes the centre with his rod, And heaven bows down to Jacob's God. 5 Creation, varied by his hand,

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Th' 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.

Arlington.] HYMN 203. C. M.

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TERNAL Wisdom! Thee we praise,
Thee the creation sings;

With thy lov'd name, rocks, hills, and seas,
And heaven's high palace rings.

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

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

3 There thou hast bid the globes of light
Their endless circuits run:

There the pale planets rule the night;
The day obeys the sun.

4 If down I turn my wond'ring eyes
On clouds and storms below;
Those under-regions of the skies
Thy numerous glories show.

5 The noisy winds stand ready there,
Thy orders to obey,

With sounding wings they sweep the air.
To make thy chariot way.

6 There, like a trumpet loud and strong;
Thy thunder shakes our coast;
While the red lightnings wave along,
The banners of thy host.

7 On the thin air without a prop,
Hang fruitful showers around;
At thy command they sink and drop
Their fatness on the ground.
8 Lo! here thy wond'rous skill arrays
The earth in cheerful green;
A thousand herbs thy art displays,
A thousand flowers between.

9 There the rough mountains of the deep
Obey thy strong command:

Thy breath can raise the billows steep,
Ör sink them to the sand.

10 Thy glories blaze all nature round,
And strike the wond'ring sight,

Through skies, and seas, and solid ground,
With terror and delight.

11 Infinite strength and equal skill
Shine through thy works abroad:
Our souls with vast amazement fill,
And speak the builder God!
12 But the mild glories of thy grace,
Our softer passions move:

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

Majesty.] HYMN 204. C. M.

PRA

RAISE ye the Lord, ye immortal choirs
That fill the worlds above;

Praise him who form'd you of his fires,
And feeds you with his love.

2 Shine to his praise, ye crystal skies,
The floor of his abode :

Or veil in shades your thousand eyes
Before your brighter God.

3 Thou restless globe of golden light,
Whose beams create our days,
Join with the silver queen of night,
To own your borrow'd rays.

4 Winds, ye shall bear his name aloud
Through the ethereal blue;
For when his chariot is a cloud,
He makes his wheels of you.

5 Thunder and hail, and fire and storms.
The troops of his command,
Appear in all your dreadful forms,
And speak his awful hand.

6 Shout to the Lord, ye surging seas,
In your eternal roar:

Let wave to wave resound his praise;
And shore reply to shore.

7 While monsters sporting on the flood,
In scaly silver shine,

Speak terribly their Maker God,
And lash the foaming brine.

8 But gentler things shall tune his name,
To softer notes than these;

Young zephyrs breathing o'er the stream
Or whispering through the trees.

9 Wave your tall heads, ye lofty pines,
To him that bids you grow;
Sweet clusters bend the fruitful vines.
On every thankful bough.

10 Let the shrill birds his honours räise,
And climb the morning sky;