4 When youthful spring around us breathes,
Thy spirit warms her fragrant sigh;
And every flower the summer wreathes
Is born beneath thy kindling eye.
Where'er we turn, thy glories shine,
And all things fair and bright are thine.
1 THE Lord Jehovah reigns;
His throne is built on high;
The garments he assumes
Are light and majesty.
His glories shine
With beams so bright,
No mortal eye
Can bear the sight.
2 The thunders of his hand
Keep the wide world in awe;
His truth and justice stand
To guard his holy law;
And where his love
Resolves to bless,
His truth confirms
And seals the grace.
3 And can this mighty King
Of glory condescend?
And will he write his name
My Father and my Friend?
I love his name,
Join, all my powers,
And praise the Lord.
1 JEHOVAH reigns! let every nation hear,
And at his footstool bow, with holy fear :
Let heaven's high arches echo with his name,
And all the peopled earth his praise proclaim;
Wide, and more wide, the homage still extending
Through boundless space, and ages never ending.
2 He rules, with wide and absolute command,
O'er the wild ocean and the steadfast land;
Jehovah reigns unbounded and alone,
And all creation hangs beneath his throne:
He reigns alone; let no inferior nature
Usurp the honours of the sole Creator.
3 He bade the struggling beams of infant light Shoot through the massy gloom of ancient night; His spirit hushed the elemental strife,
And fed the kindling flame of nature's life; Seasons and months began their long procession, And measured o'er the year in bright succession.
HYMN 49. 7's M. [#]
Glory to God.
1 GLORY be to God on high!
God, whose glory fills the sky:
Lift your voice, ye people all,
Praise the God on whom
ye call.
2 God his sovereign sway maintains ;
King o'er all the earth he reigns:
All to him lift up their eye;
Every want his hands supply.
3 Sons of earth, the triumph join,
Praise him with the host divine;
Emulate the heavenly powers;
Their all-gracious God is ours.
4 Him, whose joy is to restore,
Him, let all our hearts adore;
Earth and heaven repeat the cry,
Glory be to God on high!
HYMN 50. 7's M. [#]
Supreme Adoration.
1 HOLY, holy, holy Lord,
Be thy glorious name adored!
Lord, thy mercies never fail ;
Hail, celestial goodness, hail!
2 Though unworthy, Lord, thine ear,
Deign our humble songs to hear;
Purer praise we hope to bring,
When around thy throne we sing.
3. There no tongue shall silent be;
All shall join in harmony ;
And through heaven's capacious round,
Praise to thee shall ever sound.
4 Lord, thy mercies never fail;
Hail, celestial goodness, hail!
Holy, holy, holy Lord,
Be thy glorious name adored!
HYMN 51. C. M. [#]
Divine Perfections celebrated.
1 THE glories, Lord, thy works proclaim, Our pious wonder raise;
Thy Word still more reveals thy name,
And more exalts thy praise.
2 Thy mercies, far beyond the rounds
Of earth and heaven extend;
Thy truth outlives the narrow bounds
Where time and nature end.
3 Thy righteousness maintains its throne,
Though mountains sink to dust;
Thy judgments are a deep unknown,
Yet always wise and just.
4 Unbounded is thy goodness, Lord!
How bright its wonders shine!
Of present, past, and future good,
The glory all be thine.
Gratitude for divine Mercies.
1 WHEN all thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view, I'm lost
In wonder, love and praise.
2 To all my weak complaints and cries Thy mercy lent an ear,
Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learned
To form themselves in prayer.
3 Unnumbered comforts on my soul
Thy tender care bestowed,
Before my infant heart conceived
From whom those comforts flowed.
4 Through hidden dangers, toils and death, It gently cleared my way,
And saved me from those scenes of vice
Where thousands go astray.
1 ETERNAL God, we bless thy name;
The same thy power, thy grace the same;
The tokens of thy friendly care
Open, and close, and crown the year.
2 Supported by thy guardian hand,
Amidst ten thousand deaths we stand,
And see, when we survey thy ways,
Ten thousand monuments of praise.
3 Thus far thine arm has led us on,
Thus far we make thy mercy known;
And, whilst we tread this desert land,
New mercies shall new songs demand.
4 Our grateful voice, on Jordan's shore,
Shall raise one sacred pillar more;
Then bear, within thy courts above,
Inscriptions of immortal love.
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