4 That thine eternal Son should bear
To take a mortal form,
Made lower than his angels are,
To save a dying worm?

5 Yet, while he lived on earth unknown
And men would not adore,
Behold obedient nature own、
His Godhead and his power!

6 Let him be crowned with majesty,
Who bowed his head in death;
And be his honors sounded high,
By all things that have breath.

8.

SECOND PART, C. M.

God's Condescension.

1 O LORD, my King! how excellent
Thy name on earth is known!
Thy glory in the firmament,
How wonderfully shown!

2 When I behold the heavens on high,
The work of thy right hand;
The moon and stars amid the sky,
Thy lights in every land;-

3 Lord! what is man, that thou shouldst deign On him to set thy love,

Give him awhile on earth to reign,
Then fill a throne above?

4 O Lord! how excellent thy name,
How manifold thy ways!

8.

Let time thy saving truth proclaim,—
Eternity thy praise.

S. M.

God's Grace to Men.

1 O LORD, our heavenly King!

Thy name is all divine;

Thy glories round the earth are spread,
And o'er the heavens they shine.

2 When to thy works on high

I raise my wondering eyes,
And see the moon complete in light
Adorn the darksome skies;-

3 When I survey the stars,
In all their shining forms,

Lord! what is man, that worthless thing,
Akin to dust and worms?

4 Lord! what is worthless man,

That thou shouldst love him so?
Next to thine angels is he placed,
And lord of all below.

5 How rich thy bounties are!
And wondrous are thy ways;
Of dust and worms thy power can frame
A monument of praise.

8.

78.

The Praises of Children.

1 GLORY to the Father give;-
God, in whom we move and live:
Children's prayers he deigns to hear;
Children's songs delight his ear.
2 Glory to the Son we bring,——
Christ, our prophet, priest and king!
Children! raise your sweetest strain
To the Lamb, for he was slain.
3 Glory to the Holy Ghost;
Be this day a pentecost:
Children's minds may he inspire;
Touch their lips with holy fire.

4 Glory in the highest be
To the blessed Trinity,

9.

For the gospel from above,

For the word, that "God is love."

FIRST PART, C. M.

Wrath and Mercy from the Judgment-Seat.

1 WITH my whole heart, I'll raise my song,
Thy wonders I 'll proclaim;
Thou sovereign judge of right and wrong
Wilt put my foes to shame.

2 I'll sing thy majesty and grace;
My God prepares his throne

To judge the world in righteousness,
And make his vengeance known.

3 Then shall the Lord a refuge prove
For all who are oppressed,
To save the people of his love,
And give the weary rest.

4 The men who know thy name will trust
In thine abundant grace;
For thou didst ne'er forsake the just,
Who humbly sought thy face.

9.

5 Sing praises to the righteous Lord,
Who dwells on Zion's hill;
Who executes his threatening word,
And doth his grace fulfill.

SECOND PART, C. M.

The Wisdom and Equity of Providence.

1 WHEN the great Judge, supreme and just, Shall once inquire for blood,

The humble souls that mourn in dust
Shall find a faithful God.

2 He from the fearful gates of death
Does his own children raise:
On Zion's hill, with tuneful breath,
They sing their Father's praise.

3 Though saints to sore distress are brought,
And wait, and long complain,
Their cries shall never be forgot,
Nor shall their hopes be vain.

4 Rise, great Redeemer! from thy seat,
To judge and save the poor;
Let nations tremble at thy feet,
And man prevail no more.

10.

L. M.

Jehovah, the Avenger of the Oppressed.
1 JEHOVAH reigns-your tribute bring;
Proclaim the Lord, th' eternal King:
Crown him, ye saints! with holy joy,
His arm shall all your foes destroy.

2 Thou, Lord! ere yet the humble mind
Had formed to prayer the wish designed,
Hast heard the secret sigh arise,
While, swift to aid, thy mercy flies.

3 Thy Spirit shall our hearts prepare;

Thine ear shall listen to our prayer:

Thou righteous Judge! thou Power divine!

On thee the fatherless recline.

4 The Lord shall save th' afflicted breast,

His arm shall vindicate th' oppressed,

Earth's mightiest tyrant feel his power,

Nor sin, nor Satan grieve them more.

10.

FIRST PART, C. M.

Prayer heard, and Saints saved.

1 WHY does the Lord stand off so far?

And why conceal his face,

When great calamities appear,

And times of deep distress?

2 Lord! shall the wicked still deride

Thy justice and thy power?

Shall they advance their heads in pride,
And still thy saints devour?

3 Arise, O Lord! lift up thy hand;

Attend our humble cry;

No enemy shall dare to stand,
When God ascends on high.

4 Thou wilt prepare our hearts to pray,
And cause thine ear to hear:
Hearken to what thy children say,
And put the world in fear.

10.

SECOND PART, C. M.

The God of the Fatherless.

1 HEAR, Lord! the song of praise and prayer,

In heaven, thy dwelling-place,

From children, made the public care,
And taught to seek thy face.

2 Thanks for thy word, and for thy day;
And grant us, we implore,
Never to waste, in sinful play,

Thy holy Sabbaths more.

3 Thanks that we hear-but Oh! impart,
To each, desires sincere,

That we may listen with our heart,
And learn as well as hear.

4 Wisdom and bliss thy word bestowsA sun which ne'er declines:

11.

Oh! be thy mercy showered on those
Who placed us where it shines.

L. M.

God, the Refuge of the Saints. 1 MY refuge is the God of love:

Why do my foes insult, and cry-
"Fly, like a tim'rous trembling dove,

To distant woods or mountains fly ?”
2 The Lord in heaven has fixed his throne
His eye surveys the world below;
To him all mortal things are known;

His eye-lids search our spirits through.

3 If he afflicts his saints so far

To prove their love and try their grace,
What may the bold transgressors fear?
His soul abhors their wicked ways.

4 The righteous Lord loves righteous souls, Whose thoughts and actions are sincere ; And with a gracious eye beholds

12.

The men that his own image bear.

C. M.

Prayer in Times of Wickedness.

1 HELP, Lord! for men of virtue fail,

Religion loses ground;

The sons of violence prevail,

And treacheries abound.

2 Their oaths and promises they break,
Yet act the flatterer's part:
With fair deceitful lips they speak,
And with a double heart.

3 Lord! when iniquities abound,
And impious men grow bold,
When faith is rarely to be found,
And love is waxing cold,-

4 Is not thy chariot rolling on?
Hast thou not given the sign;
May we not rest and live upon
A promise so divine?