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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 Tho' 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 grace is renewed; To God, his Creator, let man ever raise The song of thanksgiving, the chorus of praise!

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1 To GOD, the only wise,

Our Savior and our King,

Let all the saints below the skies
Their humble praises bring.

2 "Tis his almighty love,

His counsel and his care,

WATTS.

Preserves us safe from sin and death,
And every hurtful snare.

3 He will present our souls,
Unblemished and complete,
Before the glory of his face,
With joys divinely great.

4 To our Redeemer God
Wisdom and power belong;
Immortal crowns of majesty,
And everlasting song.

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S. M.

WATTS.

1 O LORD, our heavenly King,
Thy name is all divine;

Thy glories round the earth are spread,
And o'er the heavens they shine.

2 When to thy works on high
I raise my wondering eyes,
And see the moon, complete in light,
Adorn the darksome skies:

3 When I survey the stars,

And all their shining forms,
Lord, what is man, that feeble thing,
Akin to dust and worms!

4 Lord, what is feeble man,

That thou should'st love him so!
Next to thine angels is he placed,
And lord of all below.

5 How rich thy bounties are!

And wond'rous are thy ways;

Of dust and worms thy power can frame
A monument of praise.

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1 GIVE to our God immortal praise ;
Mercy and truth are all his ways:
Wonders of grace to God belong ;
Repeat his mercies in your song.

2 He built the earth, he spread the sky,
And fixed the starry lights on high :
Wonders of grace to God belong,
Repeat his mercies in your song.

WATTS.

3 He sent his Son with power to save
From guilt, and darkness, and the grave;
Wonders of grace to God belong,

Repeat his mercies in your song.

4 Through this vain world he guides our feet, And leads us to his heavenly seat;

His mercies ever shall endure,

When this vain world shall be no more.

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RYLAND.

1 SOVEREIGN Ruler of the skies,
Ever gracious, ever wise;

All my times are in thy hand,
All events at thy command.

2 Thou didst form me by thy power,
Thou wilt guide me, hour by hour;
All my times shall ever be

Ordered by thy wise decree;

3 Times of sickness, times of health,
Times of penury and wealth,
Times of trial and of grief,
Times of triumph and relief,

4 Times temptation's power to prove,
Times to taste a Savior's love;
All is fixed, the means and end,
As shall please my heavenly Friend.

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S. M.

MRS. STEELE.

1 My Maker and my King,

To thee my

all I owe :

Thy sovereign bounty is the spring,
Whence all my blessings flow.

2 Thou ever good and kind!
A thousand reasons move,
A thousand obligations bind
My heart to grateful love.

3 The creature of thy hand,
On thee alone I live;
My God! thy benefits demand
More praise than tongue can give.

4 O let thy grace inspire

My soul with strength divine;
Let all my powers to thee aspire,
And all my days be thine.

144.

L. M.

WATTS.

1 Be thou exalted, O my God,

Above the heavens, where angels dwell; Thy power on earth be known abroad,

And land to land thy wonders tell.

2 My heart is fixed, my song shall raise
Immortal honors to thy name;

Awake, my tongue, to sound his praise,
My tongue, the glory of my frame.

3 High o'er the earth his mercy reigns,
And reaches to the utmost sky;
His truth to endless years remains,
When lower worlds dissolve and die.

145.

C. M.

WATTS.

1 JESUS! I love thy charming name, 'Tis music to my ear;

Fain would I sound it out so loud,

That earth and heaven might hear.

2 Yes, thou art precious to my soul,
My transport and my trust;
Jewels to thee are gaudy toys,
And gold is sordid dust.

30 may thy grace still cheer my heart!
And shed its fragrance there;
The noblest balm of all its wounds,
The cordial of its care.

4 I'll speak the honors of thy name,
With my last lab'ring breath,

And speechless, clasp thee to my arms,
My joy in life and death.

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