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6 Salvation to the King,

That sits enthron'd above; Thus we adore the God of might, i And bless the God of love.

10. The Divine Glories above our Reason. (C.M.)

I HOW wond'rous great, how glorious bright,

11 Must our Creator be,
Who dwells amidst the dazzling light,

Of vast infinity!
2 Our soaring spirits upward rise,

Tow'rd the celestial throne;
Fain would we see the blessed Three,

And the Almighty One.
3 Our reason stretches all its wings,

And climbs above the skies ;
But still how far beneath thy feet,

Our grov'ling reason lies !
1 Lord, here we bend our humble souls,

And awfully adore,
For the weak pinions of our mind,

Can stretch a thought no more. í Thy glories infinitely rise,

Above our lab'ring tongue;
In vain the highest seraph tries,

To form an equal song.
In humble notes our faith adores,

The great mysterious King;
While angels strain their nobler powers,
And sweep th' immortal string,

311. The Divine Perfections. (C. M.)
1 LTOW shall I praise th’ Eternal God,

11 That Infinite Unknown?
Who can ascend his high abode,

Or venture near his throne ?
2 The great invisible! He dwells,

Conceald in dazzling light;
But his all-searching eye reveals,

The secrets of the night.
3 Those watchful eyes that never sleep,

Survey the world around ;
His wisdom is a boundless deep,

Where all our thoughts are drown'd.
4 Speak we of strength! His arm is strong,

To save or to destroy:
Infinite years his life prolong,

And endless is his joy.
5 He knows no shadow of a change,

Nor alters his decrees;.
Firm as a rock his truth remains,

To guard his promises.
6 Sinners before his presence die ;

How holy is his name!
His anger and his jealousy,

Burn like devouring flame.
7 Justice upon a dreadful throne,

Maintains the rights of God;
While mercy sends her pardons down,

Bought with a Saviour's blood.

8 Now to my soul, immortal King,

Speak some forgiving word ;
Then 'twill be double joy to sing,

The glories of my Lord. 12. The same. (L. M.) 1 JEHOVAH reigns, his throne is high,

U His robes are light and majesty ; His glory shines with beams so bright,

No mortal can sustain the sight.
2 His terrors keep the world in awe,

His justice guards his holy law,
His love reveals a smiling face,

His truth and promise seal the grace.
3 Through all his works his wisdom shines,
And baffles Satan's deep designs ;
His power is sov’reign to fulfil,

The noblest counsels of his will.
4 And will this glorious Lord descend,

To be my father and my friend !
Then let my songs with angels join;

Heav'n is secure, if God be mine.
313. The same. (P. M.)
I THE Lord Jehovah reigns,
-1 His throne is built on high;

The garments he assumes,
Are light and majesty;

His glories shine,

With beams so bright, ** No mortal eye, Can bear the sight.

2 The thunders of his hand,
Keep the wide world in awe;
His wrath and justice stand,
To guard his holy law;

And where his love,
Resolves to bless,
His truth confirms,

And seals the grace.
3 Through all his ancient works,

Surprising wisdom shines,
Confounds the powers of hell,
And breaks their curs'd designs ;

Strong is his arm,
And shall fulfil,
His great decrees,
His soy'reign will.

4 And can this mighty King

Of glory condescend ?
And will he write his name,
“ My Father and my Friend ?”

I love his name,
I love his word ;
Join all my powers,
And praise the Lord.

314. God's Dominion o od's Dominion and Decrees. Dan. iv. 34, 35.

(C. M.).
1 K EEP silence, all created things,

And wait your Maker's nod:
My soul stands trembling, while she sings,

The honours of her God.

2 Life, death, and hell, and worlds unknown,.

Hang on his firm decree:
He sits on no precarious throne,

Nor borrows leave to be.

3 Chain’d to his throne a volume lies,

With all the fates of men,
With every angel's form and size,

Drawn by th' eternal pen.
4 His providence unfolds the book,

And makes his counsel shine ;
Each opening leaf, and every stroke,

Fulfils some deep design.
5 Here, he exalts neglected worms,

To sceptres and a crown ;
Anon, the following page he turns,

And treads the monarch down.
Not Gabriel asks the reason why,

Nor God the reason gives; Nor dares the fav'rite angel pry,

Between the folded leaves.
7 My God, I ne'er would long to see,

My fate with curious eyes,
What gloomy lines are writ for me,

Or what bright scenes shall rise. 8 In thy fair book of life and grace,

May I but find my name, Recorded in some humble place,

Beneath my Lord the Lamb.

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