1 2 3 4 416. P.M.-Praise to the God of Abraham. THE God of Abraham praise, Jehovah great I AM! By earth and heaven confest; The God of Abraham praise, I'd all on earth forsake, Its wisdom, fame, and power, The God of Abraham praise, He calls a worm his friend! He by Himself hath sworn, I shall on eagles' wings upborne I shall behold his face, I shall his power adore, And sing the wonders of his grace For evermore. 417. C.M.-Praise for Divine Goodness. Ps. lxvi. 8. cxiii. 1. 1 LIFT up to God the voice of praise, Whose breath our souls inspir'd; Loud and more loud the anthem raise, With grateful ardour fir'd! 2 Lift up to God the voice of praise, Our feeble frame, encompass'd round 4 Lift up to God the voice of praise, Who sent his Son our souls to save 5 Lift up to God the voice of praise, 418. C.M.-Praise the peculiar Duty of Man. 1 LORD of the world's majestic frame! Thy various works declare thy name, 2 The heavens thy matchless skill display, The splendid sun that rules the day, 3 And while those radiant orbs of light, In silent harmony unite, To praise thee as they roll; 4 O shall not we, of human race, 5 Not all the feeble notes of time Can shew forth God's high praise: 6 Yet this shall be our blest employ 419. C.M.-Praise for Creation and Providence. 1 I SING the' almighty power of God 2 I sing the wisdom that ordain'd The moon shines full at his command, 3 I sing the goodness of the Lord That fill'd the earth with food; 4 Lord! how thy wonders are display'd Where'er I turn mine eye, If I survey the ground I tread, 5 There's not a plant or flower below 6 Creatures (as numerous as they be) There's not a place where we can flee 7 In heaven he shines with beams of love, With wrath in hell beneath; "Tis on his earth I stand or move, And 'tis his air I breathe. 8 His hand is my perpetual guard, He keeps me with his eye; Why then should I forget the Lord Who is for ever nigh? 420. P.M.-Praise for daily Mercies. 1 WE'LL proclaim the wondrous story From the day-spring's dawning glory, 2 All the blessings heaven is lending, We'll employ our happy days, 421. P.M.-" O Lord, I will praise thee." Isa. xii. 1. 1 I WILL praise thee every day, 3 Jesus is become at length, Still his worth your praise exceeds, 5 Raise again the joyful sound, 422. L.M.-Praise to God through the whole of our Existence. 1 GOD of my life, through all its days 2 When anxious cares would break my rest, And griefs would tear my throbbing breast, Thy tuneful praises rais'd on high Shall check the murmur and the sigh. 3 When death o'er nature shall prevail, 4 But oh! when that last conflict's o'er, 5 Soon shall I learn the' exalted strains, |