3 The depths of earth are in his hand,
Her secret wealth at his command;
The strength of hills, that threat the skies,
Subjected to his empire lies.

4 The rolling ocean's vast abyss
By the same sovereign right is his;
"I is moved by his almighty hand,
That formed and fixed the solid land.

5 0, let us to his courts repair,
And bow with adoration there;
Down on our knees devoutly, all,
Before the Lord our Maker fall.

1 WHEREWITH shall I approach the Lord,
And bow before his throne?
Oh! how procure his kind regard,
And for my guilt atone?

2 Shall altars flame, and victims bleed,
And spicy fumes ascend?

Will these my earnest wish succeed,
And make my God my Friend?

3 O no, my soul! 't were fruitless all;
Such offerings are vain:

No fatlings from the field or stall
His favour can obtain.

4 To men their rights I must allow,
And proofs of kindness give;

To God with humble rev'rence bow,
And to his glory live.

5 Hands that are clean, and hearts sincere,
He never will despise;
And cheerful duty he'll prefer
To costly sacrifice.

"How amiable are thy Tabernacles, O Lord of Hosts." 1 GREAT GOD! attend, while Zion sings The joy that from thy presence springs; To spend one day with thee, on earth, Exceeds a thousand days of mirth.

2 Might I enjoy the meanest place
Within thy house, O God of grace,
Not tents of ease, nor thrones of power,
Should tempt my feet to leave thy door.
3 God is our Sun-he makes our day;
God is our Shield-he guards our way;
All needful grace he will bestow,
And crown that grace with glory too.

4 O God! our king, whose sovereign sway
The glorious hosts of heaven obey,
Thy willing servants may we be,
For blest are they who trust in thee.

Seeking after God. Ps. 63.

1 EARLY, my God, without delay,
I haste to seek thy face;
My thirsty spirit faints away,
Without thy cheering grace.

2 So pilgrims on the scorching sand,
Beneath a burning sky,

Long for a cooling stream at hand,
And they must drink or die.

3 Not life itself, with all its joys,
Can my best passions move,
Or raise so high my cheerful voice,
As thy forgiving love.

4 Thus, till my last expiring day,
I'll bless my God and King;
Thus will I lift my hands to pray,
And tune my lips to sing.

"Serve the Lord with Fear, and Rejoice with Trembling."

1 ETERNAL POWER! whose high abode Becomes the grandeur of a God! Exalted far above the bounds

Where stars revolve their little rounds.

2 Thy throne is in the dazzling blaze
Where angels tremble as they gaze;
And through the heaven, thy praise is sung
By the rapt seraph's burning tongue.

3 Lord, what shall earth and ashes do?
We would adore our Maker too;
Lo! from the dust to thee we cry,
The Great, the Holy, and the High.

4 Earth from afar hath heard thy fame,
And children learned to lisp thy name;
But the full glories of thy mind

Leave all our soaring thoughts behind.

33.

C. M.

RIPPON'S COL.

"Hallowed be Thy name."

1 HOLY and reverend is the name
Of our eternal King;

Thrice holy Lord, the angels cry;
Thrice holy, let us sing.

2 The deepest reverence of the mind
Pay, O my soul, to God;

Lift with thy hands a holy heart
To his sublime abode.

3 With sacred awe pronounce his name,
Whom words nor thoughts can reach;
A broken heart shall please him more
Than the best forms of speech.

4 Thou holy God! preserve my soul
From all pollution free;

The pure in heart are thy delight,
And they thy face shall see.

The Holiness of God. Ps. 99.

1 EXALT the Lord our God,

And worship at his feet;
His nature is all holiness,
And mercy is his seat.

When Israel was his church,
When Aaron was his priest,

When Moses cried, when Samuel prayed,
He gave his people rest.

3 Oft he forgave their sins,
Nor would destroy their race;
And oft he made his vengeance known,
When they abused his grace.

4 Exalt the Lord our God,
Whose grace is still the same:
Still he's a God of holiness,
And jealous for his name.

1 HALLELUJAH! Raise, O raise
To our God the song of praise:
All his servants, join to sing,
God, our Saviour and our King.

2 Blessed be for evermore

That dread name which we adore!
Round the world his praise be sung,
Through all lands, in every tongue.
3 O'er all nations God alone,-
Higher than the heavens his throne,—
Who is like to God most high,
Infinite in majesty?

4 Yet to view the heavens he bends:
Yea, to earth he condescends;
Raising up the poor to stand
With the princes of the land.

5 He the broken spirit cheers;
Turns to joy the mourner's tears;
Such the wonders of his ways!
Praise his name,-for ever praise.