1 0 ALL ye people, clap your hands,

ALTERED.

And shout in triumph while you sing;
Sing his high praise who earth commands
And over all is sovereign King.

2 The morning stars together join,

To chant his praise who formed their host;
And, blest with favors most divine,

Man should adore and praise him most.
3 Goodness and care his might displays
In all around, beneath, above:
Wisdom appears in all his ways,
And all his plans are plans of love.

4 Loud praises to Jehovah sing,
Ye highly-favored sons of men;
And angels, on celestial wing,

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Shall join the theme, and shout Amen.

S. M.

Faith in God avowed.

1 IMPOSTURE shrinks from light,
And dreads the curious eye;
But sacred truths the test invite,
They bid us search and try.

2 With understanding blest,
Created to be free,

Our faith on man we dare not rest,
Subject to none but thee.

3 Lord, give the light we need;

SCOTT.

With soundest knowledge fill;
From noxious error guard our creed,
From prejudice our will.

4 The truth thou shalt impart,
May we with firmness own;
Abhorring each evasive art,
And fearing thee alone.

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1 MIGHTY God, while angels bless thee,
Mortals fain would lisp thy name;
Lord of men, as well as angels,
Thou art every creature's theme.
2 Lord of every land and nation,
Ancient of eternal days,
Sounded through the wide creation
Be thy just and worthy praise,-
3 For the grandeur of thy nature,
Grand beyond a seraph's thought,—
For created works of power,

Works with skill and kindness wrought:

4 For thy providence, that governs
Through thine empire's wide domain,
Wings an angel, guides a sparrow:
Glory to thy gentle reign.

1 GREAT Ruler of all nature's frame,
We own thy power divine;

We hear thy breath in every storm,
For all the winds are thine.

2 Wide as they sweep their sounding way,
They work thy sovereign will;
And, awed by thy majestic voice,
Confusion shall be still.

3 Thy mercy tempers every blast
To those who seek thy face;
And mingles, with the tempest's roar,
The whispers of thy grace.

4 Those gentle whispers let us hear,
Till all the tumult cease;

And gales of Paradise shall lull
Our weary souls to peace.

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Providence and Redemption.

BEVERIDGE.

1 THY goodness, Lord, our souls confess,
Thy goodness we adore-

A spring whose blessings never fail,
A sea without a shore.

2 Sun, moon, and stars, thy love attest
In every golden ray:

Love draws the curtains of the night,
And love returns the day.

3 Thy bounty every season crowns
With all the bliss it yields;
With joyful clusters loads the vine,
With strengthening grain the fields.
4 But chiefly thy compassions, Lord,
Are in the gospel seen:

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There, like the sun, thy mercy shines,
Without a cloud between.

S. M.

Praise to the Creator.

1 ALMIGHTY MAKER, God,

ANONYMOUS.

How wondrous is thy name!
Thy glories how diffused abroad
Through all creation's frame!

2 Nature in every dress

Her humble homage pays;
In thousand forms her ways express
Thine undissembled praise.

3 My soul would rise and sing

To her Creator too:

Fain would my tongue adore my King,
And pay the homage due.

4 In joy, O, let me spend,

The remnant of my days;
And oft to God my soul ascend
In grateful songs of praise!

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Creation and Providence."

1 1 SING the mighty power of God,
That made the mountains rise;
That spread the flowing seas abroad,
And built the lofty skies.

2 I sing the wisdom that ordained
The sun to rule the day;

WATTS.

The moon shines full at his command,
And all the stars obey.

3 I sing the goodness of the Lord,
That filled the earth with food:
He formed the creatures by his word,
And then pronounced them good.

4 There's not a plant or flower below
But makes thy glories known:
The clouds arise, and tempests blow,
By order from thy throne.

5 Creatures, as numerous as they be,
Are subject to thy care:

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There's not a place where we can flee,
But God is present there.

1 SONGS of praise the angels sang,
Heaven with hallelujahs rang,
When Jehovah's work begun,
When he spake, and it was done.

2 Songs of praise awoke the morn
When the Prince of Peace was born:
Joy attuned angelic breath,
When he triumphed over death.

3 Heaven and earth may pass away,
Songs of praise shall crown that day;
God will make new heavens and earth,
Songs of praise shall hail their birth.

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4 We below, with heart and voice,
Still in songs of praise rejoice;
Learning here, by faith and love,
Songs of praise to sing above.

5 Borne upon our latest breath,
Songs of praise shall conquer death;
Then, amidst eternal joy,

Praise shall all our powers employ.

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F. OSGOOD.

Come with Thanksgiving.

1 APPROACH not the altar with gloom in thy soul, Nor let thy feet falter, from terror's control!

God loves not the sadness of fear and mistrust:
O serve him with gladness, the Gracious and Just.
2. Nor come to the temple with pride in thy mien ;
But lowly and simple, in courage serene;

Bring meekly, before him, the faith of a child:
Bow down and adore him, with heart undefiled.

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A Call to Songs of Praise.

DODDRIDGE.

O PRAISE ye the Lord-prepare a new song,
And let all his saints in full concert join;
With voices united the anthem prolong,

And show forth his praises with music divine.
Let praise to the Lord, who made us, ascend;
Let each grateful heart be glad in its King;
The God whom we worship our songs will attend,
And view with complacence the offering we bring.
Be joyful, ye saints sustained by his might,

And let your glad songs awake with each morn; For those who obey him are still his delightHis hand with salvation the meek will adorn. Then praise ye the Lord-prepare a glad song, And let all his saints in full concert join; With voices united the anthem prolong, And show forth his praises with music divine.