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WATTS.

Sun, Moon, and Stars, praise ye the Lord.

1 FAIREST of all the lights above,

Thou sun, whose beams adorn the spheres, And with unwearied swiftness move

To form the circles of our years,

2 Praise the Creator of the skies,

That dressed thine orb in golden rays; Or may the sun forget to rise,

If he forget his Maker's praise.

3 Thou reigning beauty of the night,
Fair queen of silence, silver moon,
Whose gentle beams and borrowed light
Are softer rivals of the noon,

4 Arise, and to that sovereign Power
Waxing and waning honors pay,
Who bade thee rule the dusky hour,
And half supply the absent day.

5 Ye twinkling stars, who gild the skies
When darkness has its curtains drawn,
Who keep your watch with wakeful eyes,
When business, cares, and day are gone,-

6 Proclaim the glories of your Lord,

Dispersed through all the heavenly street, Whose boundless treasures can afford So rich a pavement for his feet.

7 O God of glory, God of love!

Thou art the sun that makes our days; With all thy shining works above,

Let earth and dust attempt thy praise.

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WATTS.

A General Song of Praise. Ps. 86.

1 AMONG the princes, earthly gods,
There's none hath power divine;
Nor is their nature, mighty Lord!
Nor are their works, like thine.

2 The nations thou hast made shall bring
Their offerings round thy throne;
For thou alone dost wondrous things,
For thou art God alone.

3 Lord, I would walk with holy feet;
Teach me thy heavenly ways;
And my poor, scattered thoughts unite
In God my Father's praise.

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C. M.

WATTS.

A Song of Praise. Ps. 150.

1 IN God's own house pronounce his praise; His grace he there reveals;

To heaven your joy and wonder raise,
For there his glory dwells.

2 Let all your sacred passions move,
While you rehearse his deeds;
But the great work of saving love
Your highest praise exceeds.

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Ps. 98.

J. Q. ADAMS.

1 SING to Jehovah a new song,
For deeds of wonder he hath done;
His arm in holiness is strong;

His hand the victory hath won:
The Lord salvation hath made known;
His goodness o'er the world extends;
His truth to Israel's house is shown;
His power to earth's remotest ends.
2 Shout to Jehovah, all the earth,

Break forth in joy, exult, and sing;
Let voice, let clarion speak your mirth,
Trumpet and harp proclaim your King:
Roar, ocean, to thy lowest deep;

Shout, earth, and all therein that dwell;
Floods, clap your hands as on you sweep;
Mountains, the choral anthem swell.
3 Let heaven, and earth, and sea, combine,
Jehovah's holy name to bless;
Creation owns his power divine,
The universe his righteousness;
He comes in judgment to display
Resistless right, and boundless grace;

The world with equity to sway,

And blessings shed o'er all our race.

1 TO God, the only wise,

Our Savior and our King,

Let all the saints below the skies
Their humble praises bring.

WATTS.

2 "Tis his almighty love,

His counsel and his care,
Preserves us safe from sin and death,
And every hurtful snare.

3 He will present our souls,
Unblemished and complete,
Before the glory of his face,
With joys divinely great.

4 Then all the chosen seed

Shall meet around the throne,
Shall bless the conduct of his grace,
And make his wonders known.

5 To our Redeemer God

Wisdom and power belongs,
Immortal crowns of majesty,
And everlasting songs.

Praise to God from all Creatures.

1 THE glories of my Maker, God, My joyful voice shall sing, And call the nations to adore

Their Former and their King.

WATTS.

2 'Twas his right hand that shaped our clay,
And wrought this human frame;
But from his own immediate breath
Our nobler spirits came.

3 We bring our mortal powers to God,
And worship with our tongues;
We claim some kindred with the skies,
And join the angelic songs

4 Ye planets, to his honor shine,
And wheels of nature, roll;

Praise him in your unwearied course
Around the steady pole.

5 The brightness of our Maker's name
The wide creation fills,
And his unbounded grandeur flies.
Beyond the heavenly hills.

1 ALMIGHTY Maker, God!
How wondrous is thy name!
Thy glories how diffused abroad
Through the creation's frame !

2 Nature, in every dress,

Her humble homage pays,

WATTS.

And finds a thousand ways to express
Thine undissembled praise.

3 In native white and red

The rose and lily stand,

And, free from pride, their beauties spread,
To show thy skilful hand.

4 The lark mounts up the sky
With unambitious song,

And bears her Maker's praise on high
Upon her artless tongue.

5 My soul would rise and sing

To her Creator too;

Fain would my tongue adore my King,
And pay the worship due.

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