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Park. 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 !



S. M.
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,
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.


S. M.

WATTS. 10 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.

L. M.

Watts. I 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 inercies in your song.
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.


7s. M.

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 sorm me by thy power,

Thou wilt guide me, hour by hour;

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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1 My Maker and my King,
To thee


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 tu thee aspire,

And all my days be thine.


L. M.


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.


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. 3 O may thy grace still cheer


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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