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9 Mortals, can you refrain your tongue,

When nature all around you sings?
O for a shout from old and young,

From humble swains and lofty kings ! 10 Wide as his vast dominion lies,

Make the Creator's name be known ;
Loud as his thunder, shout his praise,

And sound it lofty as his throne. 11 Jehovah ! 'tis a glorious word,

O may it dwell on ev'ry tongue !
But saints who best have known the Lord,

Are bound to raise the noblest song. 12 Speak of the wonders of that love,

Which Gabriel plays on every chord :
From all below, and all above,
Loud hallelujahs to the Lord !

151. Universal Praise. (S. M.)
1
LET every creature join,

To praise the eternal God
Ye heav'nly hosts, the song begin,

And sound his name abroad.
2 Thou sun with golden beams,

And moon with paler rays,
Ye starry lights, ye twinkling flames,

Shine to your Maker's praise.
3 He built those worlds above,

And fix'd their wond'rous frame;
By his command they stand or move,
And ever speak his name.

Ye vapours, when ye rise,

Or fall in showers, or snow,
Ye thunders, murm'ring round the skies,

His power and glory show.
5 Wind, hail, and flashing fire,

Agree to praise the Lord,
When ye in dreadful storms conspire,

To execute his word.
6 By all his works above,

His honours be exprest;
But saints that taste his saving love,

Should sing his praises best.

PAUSE I.

7 Let earth and ocean know,

They owe their Maker praise;
Praise him, ye watery worlds below,

And monsters of the seas.
8 From mountains near the sky,

Let his high praise resound,
From humble shrubs, and cedars high,

And vales and fields around. 9 Ye lions of the wood,

And tamer beasts that graze,
Ye live upon his daily food,

And he expects your praise. 10 Ye birds of lofty wing,

On high his praises bear ;
Or sit on flow'ry boughs, and sing,

Your Maker's glory there.

11 Ye creeping ants and worms,

His various wisdom show,
And flies, in all your shining swarms,

Praise him that dress'd you so.

12 By all the earth-born race,

His honours be exprest;
But saints that know his heav'nly grace,

Should learn to praise him best.

PAUSE II.

13 Monarchs of wide command,

Praise ye th' eternal King;
Judges, adore that soy'reign hand,

Whence all your honours spring. 14 Let vigorous youth engage,

To sound bis praises high;
Wbile growing babes, and withering age,

Their feebler voices try.

15 United zeal be shown,

His wondrous fame to raise :
God is the Lord : his name alone

Deserves our endless praise.

16 Let nature join with art,

And all pronounce him blest;
But saints that dwell so near his heart,

Should sing his praises best.

11

152. A Song of Praise. (C. M.)

N God's own house pronounce his pra
His
grace

he there reveals ;
To heav'n your joy and wonder raise,

For there his glory dwells.
2 Let all your sacred passions move,

While you rehearse his deeds ;
But the great work of saving love

Your highest praise exceeds.
3 All that have motion, life, and breath,

Proclaim your Maker blest;
Yet when my voice expires in death,

My soul shall praise him best.

153.

The same. (L. M.) 1 NATURE with all her powers shall si

, and Nor air, nor earth, nor skies, nor seas,

Deny the tribute of their praise. 2 Begin to make his glories known,

Ye seraphs that sit near his throne;
Tune your harps high, and spread the sou

To the creation's utmost bound.
3 All mortal things of meaner frame,

Exert your force, and own his name;
While with our souls, and with our voice,
We sing his honours and our joys.

4 To him be sacred all we have,
From the young cradle to the grave;
Our lips shall his loud wonders tell,
And every word a miracle.

5 This northern isle, our native land, Lies safe in God th’ Almighty's hand : Our foes of victory dream in vain,

And wear the captivating chain. 6 He builds and guards the British throne, And makes it gracious like his own, Makes our successive princes kind, And gives our dangers to the wind.

7 Raise monumental praises high,
To him that thunders through the sky,
And, with an awful nod or frown,
Shakes an aspiring tyrant down.

8 Pillars of lasting brass proclaim
The triumphs of th' eternal name ;
While trembling nations read from far,
The honours of the God of war.

9 Thus let our flaming zeal employ,

Our loftiest thoughts and loudest songs; Britain pronounce with warmest joy, Hosanna from ten thousand tongues.

10 Yet, mighty God, our feeble frame

Attempts in vain to reach thy name;
The strongest notes that angels raise,
Faint in the worship and the praise.

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