78. M. 109. CONDER. Blessed be thy Name. 1 BLESSED be for evermore That dread Name which we adore! 2 O'er all nations God alone, Higher than the heavens his throne! 3 Yet to view the heavens he bends: 4 He the broken spirit cheers; L. M. 1 GREATEST of beings! Source of life, 2 Waked by thy hand, the morning sun 3 The moon, to the deep shades of night, 4 And groves, and vales, and rocks, and hills, And every flower, and every tree, Ten thousand creatures warm with life, 5 But man was formed to rise to heaven; 6 Nor can the thousand songs that rise, 78. M. 111. SANDYS. Harmony of Praise. 1 THOU who dwell'st enthroned above! 2 O how sweet, how excellent, 'T is when tongues and hearts consent, 3 When the morning paints the skies, 4 Decks the spring with flowers the field? Harvest rich doth autumn yield? Giver of all good below! Lord, from thee these blessings flow. 5 Sovereign Ruler! mighty Lord! 1 2 3 ALMIGHTY Maker, God! Nature in every dress Her humble homage pays, And finds a thousand ways to Thine undissembled praise. In native white and red The rose and lily stand, express And free from pride their beauties spread, To show thy skilful hand. 4 The lark mounts up the sky, With unambitious song, And bears her Maker's praise on high, Upon her artless tongue. 5 My soul would rise and sing To her Creator too; Fain would my tongue adore my King, And pay the worship due. 6 In joy, then, let me spend 10 & 11s. M. 113. SPIRIT OF THE PSALMS. Adoring Praise. Psalm 104. 1 O PRAISE ye the Lord, his greatness proclaim; 2 Thy canopy 's heaven, in splendor so bright; 3 What wisdom is shown, what power displayed, In all that thy hand hath fashioned and made! The earth full of riches, in beauty complete; The fathomless ocean, with wonders replete. 4 O thou, our great God, Redeemer and King, With hearts full of love, to thee will we sing; To life's latest moment our voices we 'll raise, And join the full chorus of blessing and praise. L. M. 114. Mercy of God. Psalm 103. TATE & BRADY. 1 My soul, inspired with sacred love, 2 The Lord abounds with tender love, 3 God will not always harshly chide, 4 As high as heaven its arch extends So much his boundless love transcends 5 As far as 't is from east to west, L. M. 115. MRS. OPIE. May='65 Praise of God peculiarly due from Man. 1 THERE seems a voice in every gale, 2 The birds that rise on soaring wing . And shall my voice, Great God, alone |