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3 Let the whole earth his love proclaim,
With all her diff'rent tongues ; · And spread the honours of his name
In melody and songs. 7. A holy God worshipped with Reverence. (C. M.) 1 TXALT the Lord our God,
V And worship at his feet;
And mercy is his seat.
When Aaron was his priest,
He gave his people rest. 3 Oft he forgave their sins,
Nor would destroy their race;
And jealous for his name,
was bijis prissamuel
Psalm C. Paraphased.
D Ye nations, bow with sacred joy;
He can create, and he destroy.
Made us of clay, and form'd us men;
He brought us to his fold again.
3 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs
High as the heav'ns our voices raise;
Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise. 4 Wide as the world is thy command!
Vast as eternity thy love;
9. Public. Thanks for Private Deliverances.
For all his kindness shown?
My songs address thy throne.
My off'rings shall be paid ;
My soul in anguish made.
Thou ever-blessed God!
How precious is their blood !
How great thy grace to me! .
Lord, I devote to thee.
Nor shall my purpose move;
And bound me with thy love.
6 Here in thy courts I leave my vow,
And thy rich grace record ;
If I forsake the Lord.
ALL ye nations, praise the Lord,
Each with a diff'rent tongue :
And let his name be sung.
Proclaim his grace abroad;
Praise ye the faithful God. 11.
The same. (L. M.)
I Let the Creator's praise arise ;
Thro' ev'ry land, by ev'ry tongue. 2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord;
Eternal truth attends thy word;
Till suns shall rise and set no more. 12. The Enjoyment of Christ; or, Delight in
Worship. (L. M.) .1 TAR from my thoughts, vain world, be gone,
T Let my religious hours alone;
I wait à visit, Lord, from thee."
Ye faithful souls, who Jesus know
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1. The Pleasure of Public Worship. (L. M.)
1 L OW pleasant, how divinely fair,
11 0 Lord of hosts, thy dwellings are ! With long desire my spirit faints,
To meet th' assemblies of thy saints. 2 My flesh would rest in thine abode, My panting heart cries out for God; My God! my King! why should I be
So far from all my joys and thee? 3 Blest are the saints who sit on high, Around thy throne of majesty; Thy brightest glories shine above, . And all their work is praise and love. 4 Blest are the souls that find a place Within the temple of thy grace; There they behold thy gentler rays, And seek thy face, and learn thy praise. "