1 PRAISE the Lord! ye heavens adore Him; Praise Him, angels in the height; Sun and moon, rejoice before Him; Praise Him, all ye stars of light! 2 Praise the Lord, for He hath spoken; Worlds His mighty voice obeyed; Laws which never can be broken, For their guidance He hath made. 3 Praise the Lord, for He is glorious; God hath made His saints victorious, Sin and death shall not prevail. 4 Praise the God of our salvation, Hosts on high His power proclaim; * Dr. Isaac Watts, the greatest lyric poet of his age, was born at Southampton in 1674, and died at Newington in 1748. His "Psalms and Hymns" have had a more extensive circulation than any other While Zion's fall in sad remembrance rose, 2 The tuneless harp, that once with joy we strung, And growing grief prolonged the tedious day. 3 Our hard oppressors, to increase our woe, 4 But how, in heathen chains, and lands unknown, If my cold heart neglect my kindred race, 7 [C. P. M.] Universal Praise. TUNE-" Meribah." "Ariel." 1 BEGIN, my soul, the exalted lay, To swell the inspiring theme. 2 Thou heaven of heavens, His vast abode, Lo! on the lightning's fiery wing 3 Ye deeps, with roaring billows rise, 4 Wake, all ye soaring throngs and sing; To Him who shaped your finer mould, 5 Let man, by nobler passions swayed, Spread wide his Maker's name around, In OGILVIE. 8 [118.] The Lord is my Shepherd. TUNE-" Portuguese Hymn." Vide also "Nason's Vocal Class Book," p. 90. 1 THE Lord is my shepherd, no want shall I know; 2 Through the valley and shadow of death though I stray, Since Thou art my guardian, no evil I fear; With blessings unmeasured my cup runneth o'er, 4 Then, mortal! send thy fears away, Though clouds o'erspread the scene to-day, MRS. ANNE STEELE.* 10 [L. M.] Oh Blest Art Thou. TUNE-"Illa." 1 OH! blest art thou, whose steps may rove Through the green paths of vale and grove, 2 For man can show thee nought so fair, As Nature's varied marvels there; And if thy pure and artless breast Can feel their grandeur, thou art blest! 3 For thee the stream in beauty flows, For thee the gale of summer blows, And, in deep glen and wood-walk free, Voices of joy still breathe for thee. 4 But happier far, if then, thy soul Can soar to Him who made the whole; This lady was the daughter of a clergyman of Broughton, in Hampshire, Eng. Her first volume of poems was published in 1760, under the name of Theodosia. Her writings were collected after her decease, and published in three vols. in 1780. Her epitaph consists Silent the lyre, and dumb the tuneful tongue, That sung on earth her great Redeemer's praise; But now in heaven, she joins the angelic throng, |