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 ... 427 ........ 671 240 292 446 730 34 99 400 149 564 672 ......... 126 .. 622 1.. . 679 HYMNS. PUBLIC WORSHIP. 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. " B |