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Watts. 1 How beauteous are their feet,
Who stand on Zion's hill!
And words of peace reveal. 2 How charming is their voice!
How sweet the tidings are !
He reigns and triumphs here.' 3 How happy are our ears,
That hear this joyful sound,
And sought, but never found ! 4 How blessed are our eyes !
That see this heavenly light;
But died without the sight ! 5 The Lord makes bare his arm
Through all the earth abroad :
Their Savior and their God.
DonprinGE. 1 AWAKE, our noblest powers, to bless
The God of Abra'm, God of Peace;
Father and God of Christ his Son. 2 Through erery age his gracious ear
Is open to his servants' prayer;
3 What unbelieving heart shall dare
In whispers to suggest a fear,
The same his power, his love the same. 4 To thee our souls in faith arise,
To thee we list expecting eyes,
WATIS. 1 O for a shout of sacred joy
To God, the sovereign King !
And hymns of triumph sing.
Let mortals learn their strains ;
O'er all the earth he reigns.
Let knowledge lead the song ;
Upon a thoughtless tongue.
He loved that chosen race;
And heathens taste his grace.
New honors be addressed ;
And makes the natious blest.
2 Joy to the world ! the Lord is come,
Let earth receive her King ;
every heart prepare
And heaven and nature sirg.
Let men their songs employ ;
Repeat the sounding joy.
4 No more let sin ‘and sorrow grow,
Nor violence abound;
Wherever inan is found.
1 To God, the mighty Lord,
Your joyful thanks repeat;
For God does prove
2 To him, whose wondrous power,
All other gods obey;
For God will prove
WATTS. 1 With all my powers of heart and tongue,
I'll praise my Maker in my song ;
To thy fair temple in the skies.
I'll sing the wonders of thy word ;
So much thy power and glory show. 3 Amidst a thousand snares I stand,
Upheld and guarded by thy hand;
And keep my dying faith alive.
To save from sorrows or from sins;
C. M. Mrs. STEELE. 1 Great is the Lord ! our souls adore !
We wonder while we praise ;
Or equal honors raise ?
While suns shall set and rise ;
In realms beyond the skies.
The wonders of thy power ;
And bid the world adore.
4 But sweetly flowing strains shall tell
The riches of thy grace ;
Thy spotless righteousness.
How wide thy grace extends !
The universe depends.
1 Happy the man whose hopes divine
On nature's guardian God recline;
2 Heaven, earth and sea declare his name ;
He built, he filled their spacious frame;
3 His justice looks on those who mourn
Beneath the proud oppressor's scorn;
And breaks the wretched captive's chains. 4 If weary strangers friendless roam,
Divine protection is their home;