XIII.

Through all eternity, to thee a joyful song I'll raise; For, oh! eternity's too short to utter all thy praise.

HYMN II.

I.

THE spacious firmament on high,

With all the blue etherial sky,
And spangled heav'ns, a shining frame,
Their great original proclaim.

Th' unwearied sun, from day to day, Does his Creator's pow'r display; And publishes to ev'ry land

The work of an almighty hand.

III.

Soon as the ev❜ning shades prevail, The moon takes up the wond'rous tale And nightly to the list'ning earth Repeats the story of her birth;

IV.

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.

V.

What though in solemn silence all Move round the dark terrestrial ball? What though no real voice, nor sound, Amidst their radiant orbs be found?

VI.

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."

HYMN III.

1.

WHEN rising from the bed of death,

o'erwhelm'd with guilt and fear,

I see my Maker face to face,
O how shall I appear!

II.

If yet while pardon may be found, and mercy may be sought,

My heart with inward horror shrinks, and trembles at the thought;

III.

When thou, O Lord! shalt stand disclos'd

in majesty severe,

And sit in judgment on my soul,

O how shall I appear!

IV.

But thou hast told the troubled mind who doth her sins lament,

That timely grief for errors past shall future woe prevent.

V.

Then see the sorrows of

my heart,

ere yet it be too late;

And hear my Saviour's dying groans, to give those sorrows weight.

VI.

For never shall my soul despair of mercy at thy throne,

Who knows thine only Son has died, thy justice to atone.

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HYMN IV.

BLEST

I.

LEST morning! whose first dawning beheld the Son of God

Arise triumphant from the grave,

and leave his dark abode.

II.

Wrapt in the silence of the tomb
the great Redeemer lay,
Till the revolving skies had brought
the third, th' appointed day.

III.

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Hell and the grave combin'd their force
to hold our Lord in vain ;
Sudden, the Conqueror arose,
and burst their feeble chain.

IV.

To thy great name, almighty Lord! we sacred honours pay,

And loud hosannahs shall proclaim the triumphs of the day.

V.

Salvation and immortal praise to our victorious King!

Let heav'n and earth, and rocks, and seas, with glad hosannahs ring.

VI.

To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
the God whom we adore,
Be glory as it was, and is,
and shall be evermore.

HYMN V.

I.

THE hour of my departure's come;

I hear the voice that calls me home;
At last, O Lord! let trouble cease,
And let thy servant die in peace.

II.

The race appointed I have run;
The combat's o'er; the prize is won;
And now my witness is on high,
And now my record's in the sky.