5 The God we worship now
Will guide us till we die,
Will be our God while here below,
And ours above the sky.

HYMN 13.

1 ALMIGHTY Lord, most merciful,
These thanks unfeign'd, these vows receive;
Thou, who when bath'd in tears I lay,
Didst hear my cries and quick relieve.
Chorus Great God from all eternity,

O! may our pray'rs ascend to thee.

2 Plung'd in deep woe, of hope bereft,
Destruction threaten'd me around;
Remorse was mine and black despair,
And I no ray of comfort found,
Great God, &c.

3 For ever, O! recorded be

The moment when thy grace bestow'd
Thro' Christ the sight of pard'ning love,
And led me to this blest abode.
Great God, &c.

4 Since treading virtue's sacred paths
Alone secures the mind's content,
May the remainder of my days

In serving thee be always spent. Chorus. Great God from all eternity,

O! may our pray'rs ascend to thee.

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HYMN 14.

O, God is here! let us adore,
And own how dreadful is this place!

Let all within us feel his pow'r,

And silent bow before his face :.

Who know his pow'r, his grace who prove;
Serve him with awe, with rev'rence love.

2 Lo, God is here! him day and night
Th' united choirs of angels sing;
To him enthron'd above all height,

Heav'n's host their noblest praises bring:
Disdain not, Lord, our meaner song,
Who praise thee with a stam'ring tongue.
2 Being of Beings, may our praise
Thy courts with grateful fragrance fill,
Still may we stand before thy face,
Still hear and do thy sov'reign will:
To thee may all our thoughts arise,
Ceaseless accepted sacrifice.

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HYMN 15.

"HE Lord of sabbath let us praise,
In concert with the blest,

Who joyful in harmonious lays,

Employ an endless rest.

2 Thus, Lord, while we remember thee, We blest and pious grow;

By hymns of praise we learn to be
Triumphant here below.

3 On this glad day a brighter scene
Of glory was display'd

By God, th' eternal World, than when
This universe was made.

4 He rises who mankind has bought,
With grief and pain extreme;
'Twas great to speak the world from nought
'Twas greater to redeem.

HYMN 16.

1 SOME seraph lend your heav'nly tongue, Or harp of golden string,

That I may raise a lofty song
To our eternal King:

Thy names, how infinite they be,
Great, everlasting One!

Boundless thy might and majesty,
And unconfin'd thy throne.

2 Thy glories shine of wond'rous size,
And wond'rous large thy grace,
Immortal day breaks from thine

And Gabriel veils his face;

Thine essence is a vast abyss,
Which angels cannot sound,
An ocean of infinities,

eyes,

Where all our thoughts are drown'd.

3 Reason may grasp the massy hills,
And stretch from pole to pole;
But half thy name our spirit fills,
And overloads our soul:

In vain our haughty reason swells,
For nothing's found in thee
But boundless inconceivables,
And vast eternity.

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HYMN 17

Clap your hands,

Ye people shout and sing

To God, the great

And universal King: Twas he subdu'd

Whole nations of our foes;

Then for our lot

The tribe of Jacob chose.

God is gone up,

The Lord is high ascended With trumpet's sound

And shouts of joy attended.

2 To God the great And universal King, Exalted praise

With understanding sing: The heathen he

Rules from his holy throne,

Whom he in time

Shall call and make his own;

Whose chiefs shall join

With saints by him elected;

For by his pow'r

The earth is all protected.

3 To Father, Son,
And Spirit ever bless'd,
All honour, praise,

And worship be address'd;
As it was done

In ages long ago,

As now it is,

And shall continue so

To the last bounds

And date of time extended,

And shall endure

When time his course has ended.

HYMN 18.

1 THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care;

His presence shall my wants supply,
And guard me with a watchful eye;
My noon-day walks he shall attend,
And all my midnight hours defend.
2 When in the sultry glebe I faint,
Or on the thirsty mountain pant,
To fertile vales and dewy meads,
My weary wandering steps he leads;
Where peaceful rivers soft and slow,
Amid the verdant landscape flow.

3 Though in the paths of death I tread,
With gloomy horrors overspread,
My stedfast heart shall fear no ill,
For thou, O Lord, art with me still.