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C.M. St. Stephen'sKentz_Crediton. 1 Some Seraph, lend your heavenly tongue,

Or harp of golden string, That we may raise a lofty song

To our eternal King. 2 Thy names, how infinite they be!

Great everlasting One! Boundless thy might and majesty,

And unconfined thy throne!
3 Thy glories shine immensely bright;

Exhaustless is thy grace;
Immortal day breaks from thine eyes,

And Gabriel veils his face. 4 Thine essence is a vast abyss,

Which angels cannot sound, An ocean of infinities

Where all our thoughts are drowned. 2.

C.M. New London--Solomon-Canterbury. 1 Great God! how infinite art thou !

What worthless worms are we!
Let the whole race of mortals bow,
And pay their praise to thee,


2 Thy throne eternal ages stood,

Ere seas or stars were made:
Thou art the ever-living God,

Were all the nations dead.
3 Nature and time quite naked lie

To thine immense survey,
From the formation of the sky

To the great burning day. 4 Eternity with all its years

Stands present in thy view:
To thee there's nothing old appears;

Great God! there's nothing new. 5 Our lives through various scenes are drawn,

And vexed with trifling cares ;
While thine eternal Thought moves on

Thine undisturbed affairs.
6 Great God! how infinite art thou!

What worthless worms are we!
Let the whole race of mortals bow,

And pay their praise to thee. 3. ETERNITY.

C. M. St. David's-Jerusalem. 1 Rise, rise, my soul, and leave the ground;

Stretch all thy thoughts abroad; And rouse up every tuneful sound

To praise the eternal God.

2 Long ere the lofty skies were spread,

Jehovah filled his throne:
Ere man was formed, or angels made,

The Maker lived alone.
3 While like a tide our minutes flow,

The present and the past, He fills his own immortal now,

And sees our ages waste. 4 His boundless years can ne'er decrease,

But still maintain their prime: Eternity his dwelling-place,

And evermore his time. 4. OMNIPRESENCE (Job xxvi. 6). C. M.

St Gregory's, Winchester Old-St James. 1 Who can resist th’ Almighty arm

That made the starry sky? Or who elude the certain glance

Of God's all-seeing eye? 2 From him no cov’ring veils our crimes;

Hell opens to his sight;
And all Destruction's secret snares

Lie full disclosed in light.
3 While nature's universal frame

Its Maker's power reveals,
His throne, remote from mortal eyes,

An awful cloud conceals.

4 From where the rising day ascends,

To where it sets in night,
He compasses the floods with bounds,

And checks their threat’ning might. 5 Few of his works can we survey;

These few our skill transcend :
But the full thunder of his power

What heart can comprehend ?

C.M. ArtaxerxesHandel's Seventy-Third-Tottenham. 1 Begin, my tongue, some heavenly theme,

And speak some boundless thing,
The mighty works, or mightier name

Of our eternal King.
2 Tell of his wondrous faithfulness,

And sound his power abroad,
Sing the sweet promise of his grace,

And the performing God.
3 Proclaim, “Salvation from the Lord,

“For wretched dying men;" His hand has writ the sacred word

With an immortal pen.
4 Engraved as in eternal brass

The mighty promise shines ;
Nor can the powers of darkness raze

Those everlasting lines.

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