of heaven, whose love profound
for our souls hath found,
Before thy throne we sinners bend;
To us thy pard'ning love extend.
2 Almighty Son, incarnate Word,
Our Prophet, Priest, Redeemer, Lord!
Before thy throne we sinners bend;
To us thy saving grace extend.
3 Eternal Spirit, by whose breath
The soul is raised from sin and death,
Before thy throne we sinners bend;
To us thy quick'ning power extend.
4 Jehovah! Father, Spirit, Son,
Mysterious Godhead! Three in One!
Before thy throne we sinners bend;
Grace, pardon, life, to us extend.
True worship everywhere accepted.
THOU, to whom, in ancient time,
The psalmist's sacred harp was strung
Whom kings adored in song sublime,
And prophets praised with glowing tongue:
2 Not now on Zion's height alone
The favour'd worshipper may dwell,
Nor where, at sultry noon, thy Son
Sat weary by the patriarch's well.
3 From every place below the skies,
The grateful song, the fervent prayer,
The incense of the heart, may rise
To heaven, and find acceptance there.
4 O Thou, to whom, in ancient time,
The holy prophet's harp was strung;
To thee, at last, in every clime,
Shall temples rise, and praise be sung.
God-all nature speaks,
Through earth, and air, and seas, and skies;
Sce-from the clouds his glory breaks,
When earliest beams of morning rise.
2 The rising sun, serenely bright,
Throughout the world's extended frame,
Inscribes, in characters of light,
His mighty Maker's glorious name.
3 Ye curious minds, who roam abroad,
And trace creation's wonders o'er,
Confess the footsteps of your God;
Bow down before him and adore.
The heavens declare His glory.
THE spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,
And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
Their great Original proclaim :
The' unwearied sun, from day to day,
Doth his Creator's power display,
And publishes to every land
The work of an Almighty Hand.
2 Soon as the evening shades prevail.
The moon takes up the wondrous tale,
And nightly, to the list'ning earth,
Repeats the story of her birth;
While all the stars that round her burn,
And all the planets in their turn,
Confirm the tidings as they roll,
And spread the truth from pole to pole.
3 What, though in solemn silence all
Move round the dark terrestrial ball;
What, though no real voice nor sound
Amid the radiant orbs be found;
In reason's ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice;
Forever singing as they shine,
The Hand that made us is divine.
All His works praise Him.
seems a voice in every gale,
A tongue in every flower,
Which tells, O Lord, the wondrous tale
Of thy almighty power;
The birds, that rise on quiv'ring wing,
Proclaim their Maker's praise,
And all the mingling sounds of spring
To thee an anthem raise.
2 Shall I be mute, great God, alone
'Midst nature's loud acclaim ?
Shall not my heart, with answ'ring tone,
Breathe forth thy holy name?
All nature's debt is small to mine,
Nature shall cease to be;
Thou gavest-proof of love divine-
Immortal life to me.
LMIGHTY Maker, God,
How glorious is thy Name;
Thy wonders how diffused abroad,
Throughout creation's frame.
2 In native white and red
The rose and lily stand,
And, free from pride, their beauties spread To show thy skilful hand.
3 The lark mounts up the sky,
With unambitious song;
And bears her Maker's praise on high,
Upon her artless tongue.
4 Fain would I rise and sing
To my Creator too;
Fain would my heart adore my King,
And give him praises due.
5 Let joy and worship spend
The remnant of my days:
And to my God my soul ascend,
In sweet perfumes of praise.
Heaven and earth are full of His glory.
TERNAL Wisdom!
Thee the creation sings:
With thy loved name, rocks, hills, and seas,
And heaven's high palace, rings.
2 Thy hand, how wide it spreads the sky,
How glorious to behold!
Tinged with a blue of heavenly dye,
And starr'd with sparkling gold.
3 There thou hast bid the globes of light Their endless circuits run:
There the pale planet rules the night;
The day obeys the sun.
4 Thy glories blaze all nature round,
And strike the wond'ring sight,
Through skies, and seas, and solid ground,
With terror and delight.
5 Infinite strength, and equal skill,
Shine through thy works abroad :
Our souls with vast amazement fill,
And speak the builder God!
6 But the mild glories of thy grace,
Our softer passions move:
Pity divine, in Jesus' face,
We see, adore, and love.
All things created for His glory.
REAT First of beings! mighty Lord
Of all this wondrous frame,
Produced by thy creating word,
The world from nothing came.
2 Lord, for thy glory shines the whole;
It all reflects thy light:
For this the planets ceaseless roll,
And day succeeds the night.
3 For this the earth its produce yields ;
For this the waters flow;
And blooming plants adorn the fields,
And trees and herbage grow.
4 Inspired with praise, may we pursue
This wise and noble end,
That all we think, or say, or do,
The God of nature and of grace.
HE God of nature and of grace
In all his works appears;
His goodness through the earth we trace,
His grandeur in the spheres.
2 Behold this fair and fertile globe,
By him in wisdom plann'd;
'Twas he who girded, like a robe,
The ocean round the land.
3 Lift to the arch of heaven your eye;
Thither his path pursue;
His glory, boundless as the sky,
O'erwhelms the wond'ring view.
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