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416.

P.M.-Praise to the God of Abraham.

THE God of Abraham praise,
Who reigns enthron'd above;
Ancient of everlasting days,
And God of love;

Jehovah great I AM!

By earth and heaven confest;
I bow and bless the sacred name,
For ever blest.

The God of Abraham praise,
At whose supreme command
From earth I rise, and seek the joys
At his right hand:

I'd all on earth forsake,

Its wisdom, fame, and power,
And Him my only portion make,
My shield and tower.

The God of Abraham praise,
Whose all-sufficient grace
Shall guide me all my happy days
In all his ways:

He calls a worm his friend!
He calls himself my God!
And he shall save me to the end,
Through Jesus' blood.

He by Himself hath sworn,
I on his oath depend,

I shall on eagles' wings upborne
To heaven ascend:

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,
Whose tender care sustains

Our feeble frame, encompass'd round
With death's unnumber'd pains.
3 Lift up to God the voice of praise,
Whose goodness, passing thought!
Loads every minute, as it flies,
With benefits unsought!

4 Lift up to God the voice of praise,
From whom salvation flows,

Who sent his Son our souls to save
From everlasting woes!

5 Lift up to God the voice of praise,
For hope's transporting ray,
Which lights thro' darkest shades of death,
To realms of endless day!

418.

C.M.-Praise the peculiar Duty of Man.

1 LORD of the world's majestic frame!
Stupendous are thy ways;

Thy various works declare thy name,
And all recount thy praise.

2 The heavens thy matchless skill display,
With all the stars of light;

The splendid sun that rules the day,
The silver moon by night.

3 And while those radiant orbs of light,
That shine from pole to pole,

In silent harmony unite,

To praise thee as they roll;

4 O shall not we, of human race,
The glorious concert join!
Shall not the children of thy grace
Attempt the theme divine!

5 Not all the feeble notes of time

Can shew forth God's high praise:
Nor all the noblest strains sublime
That earth or heaven can raise.

6 Yet this shall be our blest employ
Through life's uncertain days:
And in the realms of boundless joy,
Eternal be thy praise.

419.

C.M.-Praise for Creation and Providence.

1 I SING the' almighty power of God
That made the mountains rise,
That spread the flowing seas abroad
And built the lofty skies.

2 I sing the wisdom that ordain'd
The sun to rule the day;

The moon shines full at his command,
And all the stars obey.

3 I sing the goodness of the Lord

That fill'd the earth with food;
He form'd the creatures with his word,
And then pronounc'd them good.

4 Lord! how thy wonders are display'd Where'er I turn mine eye,

If I survey the ground I tread,
Or gaze upon the sky!

5 There's not a plant or flower below
But makes thy glories known,
And clouds arise and tempests blow
By order from thy throne.

6 Creatures (as numerous as they be)
Are subject to thy care;

There's not a place where we can flee
But God is present there.

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
Of the mercies we receive,

From the day-spring's dawning glory,
Till the fading hour of eve.

2 All the blessings heaven is lending,
We'll extol in grateful lays;
To his radiant throne ascending,
Wafted on the wings of praise.
3 In exalted rapture joining,

We'll employ our happy days,
All our grateful hearts combining
To declare his endless praise.

421.

P.M.-" O Lord, I will praise thee." Isa. xii. 1.

1 I WILL praise thee every day,
Now thine anger's turn'd away!
Comfortable thoughts arise
From the bleeding sacrifice.
2 Here, in the fair gospel field,
Wells of free salvation yield
Streams of life, a plenteous store,
And my soul shall thirst no more.

3 Jesus is become at length,
My salvation and my strength;
And his praises shall prolong,
While I live, my pleasant song.
4 Praise ye, then, his glorious name,
Publish his exalted fame!

Still his worth your praise exceeds,
Excellent are all his deeds.

5 Raise again the joyful sound,
Let the nations roll it round!
Zion, shout, for this is he,
God the Saviour dwells in thee.

422.

L.M.-Praise to God through the whole of our Existence.
Ps. cxlvi. 2.

1 GOD of my life, through all its days
My grateful powers shall sound thy praise;
The song shall wake with opening light,
And warble to the silent night.

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,
And all its powers of language fail,
Joy through my swimming eyes shall break,
And mean the thanks I cannot speak.

4 But oh! when that last conflict's o'er,
And I am chain'd to flesh no more,
With what glad accents shall I rise,
To join the music of the skies!

5 Soon shall I learn the' exalted strains,
Which echo o'er the heavenly plains,
And emulate, with joy unknown,
The glowing seraphs round thy throne.