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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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L. M.

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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TATE & BRADY. Public Worship. Ps. 100. 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 0, 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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L. M.

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.

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Watts. 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.
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 O 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.

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