3.-L.M.

To Thee shall all flesh come.

O THOU to whom in ancient time,
The lyre of Hebrew bards was strung,
Whom kings adored in songs sublime,
And prophets praised with glowingtongue,—

Not now on Zion's height alone
The favored worshipper may dwell,
Nor where, at sultry noon, thy Son
Sat weary by the patriarch's well.

From every place below the skies,
The grateful song, the fervent prayer,
The incense of the heart, may rise
To heaven, and find acceptance there.

To Thee shall age, with snowy hair,
And strength and beauty bend the knee,
And childhood lisp with reverent air,
Its praises and its prayers to Thee.

O Thou to whom in ancient time,
The lyre of prophet-bards was strung,
To Thee, at last, in every clime,

Shall temples rise and praise be sung.

3.-L.M.

To Thee shall all flesh come.

O THOU to whom in ancient time,
The lyre of Hebrew bards was strung,
Whom kings adored in songs sublime,
And prophets praised with glowingtongue,-

Not now on Zion's height alone
The favored worshipper may dwell,
Nor where, at sultry noon, thy Son
Sat weary by the patriarch's well.

From every place below the skies,
The grateful song, the fervent prae
The incense of the heart, may n
To heaven, and find acceptans ter

4.-C.M.

Even from everlasting to everlasting thou art God.

RISE, rise, my soul, and leave the ground,
Stretch all thy thoughts abroad;
And rouse up every tuneful sound
To praise th' eternal God.

Long ere the lofty skies were spread,
Jehovah filled his throne;

Or Adam formed, or angels made,
The Maker lived alone.

His boundless years can ne'er decrease,
But still maintain their prime :
Eternity's his dwelling place,

And ever is his time.

While like a tide our minutes flow,
The present and the past,
He fills his own immortal Now,
And sees our ages waste.

The sea and sky must perish too,
And vast destruction come;
The creatures, look how old they grow,
And wait their fiery doom!

Well, let the sea shrink all away,
And flame melt down the skies:
My God shall live an endless day,
When th' old creation dies.

5.-L.M.

Thou art great, O Lord God.

MY God, my King, thy various praise
Shall fill the remnant of my days:
Thy grace employ my humble tongue,
Till death and glory raise my song.

The wings of every hour shall bear
Some thankful tribute to thine ear:
And every setting sun shall see
New works of duty done for Thee.

Thy truth and justice I'll proclaim;
Thy bounty flows, an endless stream;
Thy mercy swift, thine anger slow,
But dreadful to the stubborn foe.

Thy works with sov'reign glory shine,
And speak thy majesty divine;
Let Britain round her shores proclaim
The sound and honour of thy name.

Let distant times and nations raise
The long succession of thy praise;
And unborn ages make my song
The joy and labour of their tongue.

But who can speak thy wondrous deeds?
Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds;
Vast and unsearchable thy ways,
Vast and immortal be thy praise.