Blessings all around bestowing,
God withholds his care from none;
Grace and mercy ever flowing

From the fountain of his throne.

3 Every stain of guilt abhorring,
Firm and bold in virtue's cause,
Still thy providence adoring,
Faithful subjects to thy laws;
Lord, with favor still attend us,
Bless us with thy wondrous love;
Thou, our Sun and Shield, defend us;
All our hope is from above.

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WATTS.

Praise to our Creator. Ps. 100.

1 NATIONS, attend before his throne
With solemn fear, with sacred joy;
Know that the Lord is God alone ;
He can create, and he destroy.

2 His sovereign power, without our aid,
Made us of clay, and formed us men;
And when like wandering sheep we strayed,
He brought us to his fold again.

3 We are his people, we his care,

Our souls and all our mortal frame:
What lasting honors shall we rear,
Almighty Maker, to thy name?

4 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs,
High as the heavens our voices raise,
And Earth, with her ten thousand tongues,
Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.

5 Wide as the world is thy command, Vast as eternity thy love;

Firm as a rock thy truth must stand,
When rolling years shall cease to move.

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Public Worship. Ps. 100.

TATE & BRADY.

1 WITH one consent, let all the earth
To God their cheerful voices raise ;
Glad homage pay with awful mirth,
And sing before him songs of praise,-

2 Convinced that he is God alone,

From whom both we and all proceed
We, whom he chooses for his own,
The flock which he vouchsafes to feed.

3 O, enter, then, his temple gate;

Thence to his courts devoutly press;
And still your grateful hymns repeat,
And still his name with praises bless.
4 For he's the Lord, supremely good;
His mercy is forever sure;

His truth, which all times firmly stood,
To endless ages shall endure.

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WATTS.

Praise to our Creator. Ps. 100.

1 YE nations round the earth, rejoice

Before the Lord, your sovereign King;
Serve him with cheerful heart and voice;
With all your tongues his glory sing.

2 The Lord is God; 'tis he alone

Doth life, and breath, and being give; We are his work, and not our own,

The sheep that on his pastures live. 3 Enter his gates with songs of joy,

With praises to his courts repair, And make it your divine employ

To pay your thanks and honors there. 4 The Lord is good; the Lord is kind; Great is his grace, his mercy sure; And the whole race of man shall find His truth from age to age endure.

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WATTS.

Longing after God. Ps. 63.

1 GREAT God, indulge my humble claim; Thou art my Hope, my Joy, my Rest; The glories that compose thy name

Stand all engaged to make me blest.

2 With heart and eyes, and lifted hands, For thee I long, to thee I look,

As travellers in thirsty lands

Pant for the cooling water-brook.

3 With early feet I love to appear

Among thy saints, and seek thy face; Oft have I seen thy glory there,

And felt the power of sovereign grace. 4 I'll lift my hands, I'll raise my voice,

While I have breath to pray or praise; This work shall make my heart rejoice, And spend the remnant of my days.

A Call to Worship. Ps. 95.

1 COME, sound his praise abroad,
And hymns of glory sing:
Jehovah is the sovereign God,
The universal King.

2 He formed the deeps unknown;
He gave the seas their bound;
The watery worlds are all his own,
And all the solid ground.

WATTS.

3 Come, worship at his throne;
Come, bow before the Lord;
We are his works, and not our own;
He formed us by his word.

4 To-day attend his voice,

Nor dare provoke his rod;
Come, like the people of his choice,
And own your gracious God.

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WATTS.

A Psalm before Prayer. Ps. 95.

1 SING to the Lord Jehovah's name,
And in his strength rejoice;

When his salvation is our theme,
Exalted be our voice.

2 With thanks approach his awful sight,
And psalms of honor sing;

The Lord's a God of boundless might,
The whole creation's King.

3 Let princes hear, let angels know,
How mean their natures seem,
Those gods on high and gods below,-
When once compared with him.

4 Earth, with its caverns dark and deep,
Lies in his spacious hand;

He fixed the seas what bounds to keep,
And where the hills must stand.

5 Come, and with humble souls adore;
Come, kneel before his face:
O, may the creatures of his power
Be children of his grace!

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BROWNE.

Acceptable Worship.

1 WHEREWITH shall I approach the Lord,
And bow before his throne?
O, how procure his kind regard,
And for my guilt atone?

2 Shall altars flame, and victims bleed,
And spicy fumes ascend?

Will these my earnest wish succeed,
And make my God my Friend?

3 0 no, my soul; 'twere fruitless all;
Such offerings are vain:

No fatlings from the field or stall
His favor can obtain.

4 To men their rights I must allow,
And proofs of kindness give;

To God with humble reverence bow,
And to his glory live.