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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.
3 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,
Or 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:
Pity divine in Jesu's face,
We see, adore, and love.
1 Po 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 raise, And climb the morning sky;
While grow’ling beasts attempt his praiso, In hoarser harmony. . 11 Thus while the meaner creatures sing, Ye mortals, take the sound; Echo the glories of your King Through all the nations round.
Confidence.] HYMN 205. 6 lines 8's.
1 O GOD, of good th' unfathom'd sea:
Who would not give his heart to thee &
Who would not love thee with his might !
O Jesu, lover of mankind'
Who would not his whole soul and mine,
With all his strength to thee unite 2
2 Thou shin'st with everlasting rays;
Before the insufferable blaze
Angels with both wings veil their eyes;
Yet free as air thy bounty streams
On all thy works, thy mercy's beams
Diffusive as thy sun's arise.
3 Astonish’d at thy frowning brow,
Earth, hell, and heaven's strong pillars bow :
Terrible majesty is thine ! -
Who then can that vast love express,
Which bows thee down to me, who less
Than nothing am, till thou art mine !
4 High thron'd on heaven's eternal hill,
In number, weight, and measure, still
Thou sweetly orderest all that is :
And yet thou deign'st to come to me,
And guide my steps, that I with thee
Enthron'd, may reign in endless bliss.
5. Fountain of good! all blessing flows
From thee; no want thy fulness knows:
What but thyself canst thou desire?
Yes; self-sufficient as thou art,
Thou dost desire my worthless heart;
This, only this dost thou require.
6 Primeval Beauty! in thy sight,
The first-born fairest sons of light
See all their brightest glories fade:
What then to me thine eyes could turn ?
In sin conceiv'd, of woman born, -
A worm, a leaf, a blast, a shade!
7 Hell's armies tremble at thy nod,
And, trembling, own the Almighty God!
Sov’reign of earth, hell, air, and sky!
But who is this that comes from far,
Whose garments roll'd in blood appear !
2Tis É. made man, for man to die!
8 O God, of good th’ unfathom'd sea!
Who would not give his heart to thee?
Who would not love thee with his might?
O Jesus, lover of mankind,
Who would not his whole soul and mind,
With all his strength to thee unite 2
1 AIL, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost!
One God, in persons three:
Of thee we make our joyful boast,
And homage pay to thee.
2 Present alike in every place,
Thy Godhead we adore :
Beyond the bounds of time and space
Thou dwell'st for evermore.
3 In wisdom infinite thou art,
Thine eye doth all things see;
And every thought of every heart,
Is fully known to thee, t
4 Whate'er thou wilt, in earth below, Thou dost, in heaven above;
But chiefly we rejoice to know
Th' Almighty God of love.
5 Thou lov'st whate'er thy hands have made.
Thy goodness we rehearse, In shining characters display’d Throughout our universe.
5 Mercy, with love, and endless grace,
O'er all thy works doth reign;
But mostly thou delight'st to bless,
Thy favourite creature man,
7 Wherefore let every creature give
To thee the praise design'd;
But chiefly, Lord, the thanks receive.
The hearts of all mankind, .
JYazareth.] HYMN 207. L. M.,
f GOD, thou bottomless abyss
Thee to perfection who can know 7
O height immease! what words suffice,
Thy countless attributes to show 2
Unfathomable depths thou art!
O plunge me in thy mercy's sea!
Void of true wisdom is my heart;
With love embrace and cover me !
While thee, all infinite, I set
By faith, before my ravish'd eye;
My weakness bends beneath the weight,
O'erpower'd I sink, I saint, I die.
2 Eternity thy fountain was,
Which, like thee, no beginning knew :
Thou wast, ere time began its race, , , ,
Ere glow’d with stars th’ ethereal blue.