And nightly to the listening earth
Repeats the story of her birth:

Whilst 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 their radiant orbs be found:
In reason's ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice,

For ever singing, as they shine,

'The hand that made us is Divine!'

(Finale.) 'Never unperceived: ever understood!”

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UNIVERSAL PRAYER.

(Abridged, from Pope.) Music, as 24th Ps. Mel. Sac. 1. THOU Great First Cause; least under

stood!

Who all my sense confined,

To know but this, that Thou art good,
And that myself am blind :

2. Mean though I am, not wholly so, Since quicken'd by Thy breath; O lead me, wheresoe'er I go,

Through this day's life or death! 3. If I am right, Thy grace impart, Still in the right to stay :

If I am wrong, O teach my heart
To find the better way!

4. Save me alike from foolish pride,
Or impious discontent,

At aught Thy wisdom has denied,
Or aught Thy goodness lent.

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SECOND PART.

5. TEACH me to feel another's woe; To hide the fault I see:

Mercy may I to others show ;

Show mercy, Lord, to me!

6. This day be bread and peace my lot:
All else beneath the sun

Thou knowest if best bestow'd or not,
And let Thy will be done!

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MAGDALEN ODE.

An admired Anthem; from 4th No. Mel. Sac. small. GRATEFUL notes and numbers bring While Jehovah's praise we sing:

Holy, holy, holy, Lord!

Be thy glorious name adored.
Men on earth and saints above
Sing the great Redeemer's love:
Lord! Thy mercies never fail ;
Hail, hail, celestial goodness, hail!
Though unworthy, Lord, Thine ear,
Our humble hallelujahs hear;

Purer praise we hope to bring
When with saints we stand and sing.
Lead us to that blissful state
Where Thou reign'st supremely great;
Look with pity from Thy throne,
And send Thy Holy Spirit down.
While on earth ordained to stay,
Guide our footsteps in Thy way;
Till we come to reign with Thee,
And all Thy glorious greatness see.

Then with angels we'll again
Wake a louder, louder strain :
There, in joyful songs of praise,
We'll our grateful voices raise.
There no tongue shall silent be;
There all shall join sweet harmony:
That through heaven's all spacious round
Thy praise, O God! may ever sound.
"Lord! Thy mercies never fail ;
66 Hail, hail, celestial Goodness hail!"

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ANTHEM FOR GOOD FRIDAY.

By Rev. Mr. Madan. See 4th No. Mel. Sac. small.
Words by Dr. Watts.

PLUNGED in a gulph of dark despair
We wretched sinners lay,
Without one cheerful beam of hope,
Or spark of glimmering day.

With pitying eyes the Prince of Grace
Beheld our helpless grief:

He saw, and (O amazing love!)
He came to our relief.

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Down

Down from the shining seats above
With joyful haste He fled:
Entered the grave in mortal garb
And dwelt among the dead.

O! for this love let rocks and hills
Their lasting silence break;
And all harmonious human tongues
Their Saviour's praises speak!

Angels! assist our mighty joys;

Strike all your harps of gold:
But, when you raise your highest notes,
His love can ne'er be told.

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DEATH OF A BELIEVER.

1. O, THINK that, while you're weeping here,

His hand a golden harp is stringing; And, with a voice serene and clear, His ransom'd soul, without a tear,

His Saviour's praise is singing!

2. And think that all his pains are fled, His toils and sorrows closed for ever;