To God the great, the ever blest,

To God, the only wise,

To God, whose glories are display'd
To heav'n, my longing soul! aspire,

To-morrow, Lord is thine,

To our almighty maker, God,

To pay our God the tribute due,
To thee let my first off'rings rise,
To thee, my God! I raise my voice,
To thee, my God! my days are known;
To thee, most holy, and most high !
To thee, O God! my pray'r ascends,
To those who fear and trust the Lord

To your creator, God,

Triumphant Lord! thy goodness reigns 'Twas from thy hand, great God! I came, 'Twas God who hurl'd the rolling spheres

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Unite, my roving thoughts! unite,
United zeal be shewn

Unshaken as th' eternal hills,
Up to the hills I lift unine eyes,

Upward I lift mine eyes,

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Vain are the charms, and faint the rays,

Vain is the toilsome search of good
Vast are thy works, almighty Lord!

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Wake now, my soul, and humbly hear
We'bless the Lord, the just, the good,
We sing th' almighty pow'r of God,

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Weak

Weak and irresolute is man;
Weary of these low scenes of night,

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What glory gilds the sacred page,

What shall I render to my God,

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Waat shall I render to the Lord.

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Why should this earth delight us so?

Why, O my soul, thus sunk in woe?
Why sinks my weak desponding mind?
Why should I thus perplex

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With glory clad, with strength array'd,

Why will you waste on trifling cares
With all my pow'rs of heart and tongue

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Within thy churches, Lord,

With God my friend, the radiant sun,

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With kind compassion hear my cry,

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With my whole heart I've sought thy face :

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With rev'rence let the saints appear

With pleasing wonder, Lord! we view

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With sacred joy we lift our eyes

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With songs and honours sounding loud,

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Would you behold the works of God,

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Ye bless'd inhabitants of heav'n,
Ye followers of the prince of peace,
Ye golden lamps of heav'n! farewell,
Ye holy souls, in God rejoice,
Ye humble souls, complain no more,
Yenations round the earth, rejoice
Yerighteous, in the Lord rejoice
Ye righteous, in your king rejoice,

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HYMNS AND PSALMS.

BOOK I.

ADAPTED TO THE INTRODUCTORY PART OF

WORSHIP.

1

1. L.M. WATTS.
Public and social worship.

OW pleasant, how divinely fair,

With long desire my spirit faints
To meet th' assemblies of thy saints.
2 My flesh would rest in thine abode;
My panting heart cries out for GOD:
My Gon, my king, why should I be
So far from all my joys, and thee ?
3 Blest are the saints who sit on high,
Around thy throne of majesty :
Thy brightest glories shine above,
And all their work is praise and love.

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are!