HYMN S,

By ISAAC WATTS.

A general Song of Praife to God.

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How glorious is our heav'nly King,

Who reigns above the fky!

How fhall a child presume to fing
His dreadful Majesty ?

How great his pow'r is, none can tell,
Nor think how large his grace;
Not men below, nor faints that dwell
On high before his face.

Not angels, that fland round the Lord,
Can fearch his fecret will!

But they perform his heav'nly word,
And fing his praifes ftill.

Then let me join this holy train,
And my firt off'rings bring;
Th' eternal God will not difdain
To hear an infant fing.

My heart refolves, my tongue obeys;
And angels fhall rejoice

To hear their mighty Maker's praife

Sound from a feeble voice.

Praife for Creation and Providence

ISING th' almighty pow'r of God,
That made the mountains rife ;
That fpread the flowing feas abroad,
And built the lofty kies!

I fing the Wisdom that ordain'd
The fun to rule the day;

The moon fhines full at his command,
And all the flars obey.

I fing the goodness of the Lord,
That fill'd the earth with food;

He form'd the creatures with his word,
And then pronounc'd them good.

Lord, how thy wonders are difplay'd,
Where'er I turn mine eye!
If I furvey the ground I tread,
Or gaze upon the fky!

There's not a plant or flow'r below

But makes thy glories known; And clouds arife, and tempefts blow, By order from thy throne.

Creatures (as num'rous as they be)

Are fubject to thy care;

There's not a place where we can flce,

But God is prefent there.

In

In Heav'n he fhines with beams of love,
With wrath in hell beneath!..
'Tis on his earth, I fland or move,
And 'tis his air I breathe.

His hand is my perpetual guard;
He keeps me with his eye :
Why fhould I then forget the Lord,
Who is for ever nigh?

Praife to God for our Redemption.
BLEST be the wifdom and the pow'r,
The juftice and the grace,

That join'd in counsel to restore
And fave our ruin'd race.

Our father ate forbidden fruit,
And from his glory fell;

And we his children thus were brought
To death, and near to hell.

Bleft be the Lord that fent his Son

To take our flesh and blood;
his own,

He for our lives gave up

To make our peace with God.

Behold him rifing from the grave;
Behold him rais'd on high:

He pleads his merit, there to save
Tranfgreffors doom'd to die.

There on a glorious throne he reigns,
And by his pow'r divine

Redeems us from the flavifh chains

Of Satan and of fin.

Thence fhall the Lord to judgment come,
And with a fov'reign voice

Shall call and break up ev'ry tomb,

While waking faints rejoice.

O may I then with joy appear

Before the Judge's face!

And, with the blefs'd affembly there,

Sing him redeeming grace!

Praife for Mercies Spiritual and Temporal, WHENE'ER I take my walks abroad, How many poor I fee! What fhall I render to my God

For all his gifts to me!

Not more than others I deferve,

Yet God has giv'n me more;

For I have food while others farve,

Or beg from door to door,

How

How many children in the freet

Half naked I behold!

While I am cloth'd from head to feet.
And cover'd from the cold!

While fome poor wretches fcarce can tell
Where they may lay their head,
I have a home wherein to dwell,
And rest upon my bed.

While other early learn to fwear,
And curse, and lie, and steal,
Lord, I am taught thy name to fear,
And do thy holy will.

Are thefe thy favours, day by day,

To me above the reft ?

Then let me love thee more than they,

And try to ferve thee best.

Praife for Birth and Education in a Chriftian Land.

GREAT God! to thee my voice I raise,
To thee my youngeft hours belong;
I would begin my life with praife,
Till growing years improve the fong.

'Tis to thy fov'reign grace I owe
That I was born on British ground;
Where ftreams of heav'nly mercy flow,
And words of fweet falvation found.

I would