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Th' unwearied sun from day to day Doth his Creator's pow'r display, And publisheth to every land The work of an Almighty hand. 3 Soon as the ev'ning shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the list'ning earth Repeats the story of her birth:

4 While 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 the dark terrestrial ball? What, though no real voice or sound Amid 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!"




BEHOLD the morning sun

Begins his glorious way;

His beams through all the nations run,
And life and light convey.

But where the gospel comes,

It spreads diviner light;

It calls dead sinners from their tombs,

And gives the blind their sight.


How perfect is thy word;

And all thy judgments just;

For ever sure thy promise, Lord,

And men securely trust,



I hear thy word with love,
And I would fain obey:

Send thy good Spirit from above
To guide me, lest I stray.

While with my heart and tongue
I spread thy praise abroad,
Accept the worship and the song,
My Saviour and my God!


1 THE heav'ns declare thy glory, Lord;
In every star thy wisdom shines;
But when our eyes behold thy word,
We read thy name in fairer lines.
2 The rolling sun, the changing light,
And nights and days, thy pow'r confess;
But the blest volume thou hast writ,
Reveals thy justice and thy grace.

3 Sun, moon, and stars, convey thy praise
Round the whole earth, and never stand:
So when thy truth began its race,
It touch'd and glanc'd on every land.

4 Nor shall thy spreading gospel rest,

Till through the world thy truth has run;
Till Christ has all the nations blest,
That see the light, or feel the sun.

5 Great Sun of Righteousness, arise;
Bless the dark world with heav'nly light:
Thy gospel makes the simple wise;
Thy laws are pure, thy judgments right.
6 Thy noblest wonders here we view,
In souls renew'd, and sins forgiv❜n:
Lord, cleanse my sins, my soul renew,
And make thy word my guide to heaven,


I ONCE did our suff'ring Saviour pray,
With mighty cries and tears:
God heard him in that dreadful day,
And chas'd away his fears.

2 Great was the vict'ry of his death,
His throne exalted high;

And all the kindreds of the earth
Must worship, or must die.

3 A num'rous offspring shall arise
From his expiring groans:
They shall be reckon'd in his eyes
For daughters and for sons.

4 The meek and humble souls shall see His table richly spread;

And all that seek the Lord shall be
With joys immortal fed.

5 The isles shall know the righteousness
Of our incarnate God;
And nations yet unborn profess
Salvation in his blood.


1 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, wand'ring 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 stedfast 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.



1 My Shepherd will supply my need,
Jehovah is his name;

In pastures fresh he makes me feed,
Beside the living stream.

2 He brings my wand'ring spirit back,
When I forsake his ways;

And leads me, for his mercy's sake,
In paths of truth and grace.

3 When I walk through the shades of death, Thy presence is my stay;

A word of thy supporting breath
Drives all my fears away.

4 Thy hand, in sight of all my foes,
Doth still my table spread;
My cup with blessings overflows,
Thine oil anoints my head.

5 The sure provisions of my God
Attend me all my days:

O may thy house be mine abode,
And all my work be praise!


1 THIS spacious earth is all the Lord's,
And men and worms, and beasts and birds;
He rais'd the building on the seas,
And gave it for their dwelling-place.

2 But there's a brighter world on high, The palace, Lord, above the sky: Who shall ascend that blest abode, And dwell so near his maker, God? 3 He that abhors and fears to sin, Whose heart is pure, whose hands are clean; Him shall the Lord, the Saviour bless, And clothe his soul with righteousness. 4 Rejoice, ye shining worlds on high, Behold the King of Glory nigh: Who can this King of Glory be? The mighty Lord, the Saviour's he. 5 Ye heavenly gates, your leaves display, To make the Lord the Saviour way; Laden with spoils from earth and hell, The conqu'ror comes, with God to dwell. 6 Rais'd from the dead, he goes before; He opens heaven's eternal door,




To give his saints a blest abode,
Near their Redeemer and their God.


WHERE shall the man be found,
That fears t' offend his God,

That loves the gospel's joyful sound,

And trembles at the rod ?

The Lord shall make him know
The secrets of his heart,

The wonders of his cov'nant show,

And all his love impart.

Mine eyes and my desire
Are ever to the Lord!

I love to plead his promises,
And rest upon his word.


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