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3 High as the heavens are raised
Above the ground we tread,
So far the riches of His grace
Our highest thoughts exceed.
4 His power subdues our sins;
And His forgiving Love,
Far as the east is from the west,
Doth all our guilt remove.
5 Our days are as the grass,
Or like the morning flower;
If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field,
It withers in an hour.
6 But Thy compassions, Lord,
To endless years endure;
And children’s children ever find
Thy words of promise sure.
1 Sweet is the memory of Thy grace,
My God, my heavenly King!
Let age to age Thy righteousness
In sounds of glory sing.
2 God reigns on high, but ne'er confines
His goodness to the skies;
Through the whole earth His bounty shines,
And every want supplies.
3 With longing eyes, Thy creatures wait
On Thee for daily food;
Thy liberal hand provides their meat,
And fills their mouths with good.
4 How kind are Thy compassions, Lord!
How slow Thine anger moves |
But soon He sends His pardoning word,
To cheer the souls He loves.
5 Creatures, with all their endless race,
Thy power and praise proclaim;
But saints, who taste Thy richer grace,
Delight to bless Thy Name. Watts. 1719.
72 C. M.
I YE humble souls, approach your God
With songs of sacred praise;
For He is good, immensely good,
And kind are all His ways.
2 All nature owns His guardian care;
In Him we live and move:
But nobler benefits declare
The wonders of His Love.
He gave His Son, His only Son,
To ransom rebel worms.
'Tis here He makes His goodness known
In its divinest forms.
4. To this dear refuge, Lord, we come;
'Tis here our hope relies;
A safe defence, a peaceful home,
When storms of trouble rise.
Thine eye beholds with kind regard
The souls who trust in Thee;
Their humble hope Thou wilt reward
With bliss divinely free.
Great God, to Thy almighty Love
What honors shall we raise ?
Not all the raptured songs above
Can render equal praise.
Anne Steele. 1760.
73 C. M. 1 THY ceaseless, unexhausted Love, Unmerited and free, Delights our evil to remove, And help our misery.
2 Thou waitest to be gracious still;
Thou dost with sinners bear;
That, saved, we may Thy goodness feel,
And all Thy grace declare.
* 3 Thy goodness and Thy truth, to me,
To every soul abound;
A vast unfathomable sea,
Where all our thoughts are drowned.
4. Its streams the whole creation reach,
So plenteous is the store;
Enough for all, enough for each,
Enough for evermore.
5 Faithful, O Lord, Thy mercies are,
A rock that cannot move:
A thousand promises declare
Thy constancy of love.
6 Throughout the universe it reigns,
And, while the truth of God remains,
His goodness must endure.
C. Wesley. 1762.
74 8, 7. 1 God is Love: His mercy brightens All the path in which we rove; Bliss He wakes, and woe He lightens: God is Wisdom, God is Love. 2 Chance and change are busy ever; Man decays, and ages move: But His mercy waneth never; God is Wisdom, God is Love. 3. Even the hour that darkest seemeth Will His changeless goodness prove; From the gloom His brightness streameth: God is Wisdom, God is Love.
4 He with earthly cares entwineth
Hope and comfort from above:
Everywhere His glory shineth;
God is Wisdom, God is Love.
Sir John Bowring. 1825.
C. R. E. A TI O N. 75 10, 11.
1 My soul, praise the Lord, speak good of His Name!
His mercies record, His bounties proclaim.
To God, their Creator, let all creatures raise
The song of thanksgiving, the chorus of praise !
2 Though hid from man's sight, God sits on His throne, Yet here by His works their Author is known. The world shines a mirror its Maker to show; And heaven views its image reflected below.
3. By knowledge supreme, by wisdom divine,
God governs this earth with gracious design.
O'er beast, bird, and insect, His Providence reigns,
Whose will first created, whose Love still sustains.
4 And man, His last work, with reason endued,
Who, falling through sin, by grage is renewed:
To God, his Creator, let man ever raise
The song of thanksgiving, the chorus of praise.
76 L. M. 1 THE spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heavens, a shining frame, . Their great Original proclaim.
The unwearied sun, from day to day,
Does his Creator's power display,
And publishes to every land
The work of an Almighty Hand.
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:
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.
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; .
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.”
Himmel, Erde, Luft, und Meer. 7s.
1 HEAVEN and earth, and sea and air,
All their Maker's praise declare:
Wake, my soul, away and sing,
Now thy grateful praises bring.
2 See the glorious orb of day
Breaking through the clouds his way:
Moon and stars with silvery light
Praise Him through the silent night.
3 See how He hath everywhere
Made this earth so rich and fair;
Hill and vale and fruitful land,
All things living, show His Hand.