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104 LANESBORO C. M.

William Dixon

1. O God,our help in

a- ges past, Our hope for years to come,Our shelter from the

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3 Howl, winds of night! your force com- 5 Ye nations, bend-in rev'rence bend:

Without his high behest, [bine! Ye shall not, in the mountain pine, Disturb the sparrow's nest.

106 (NAOMI) C. M.

I Lord, all I am is known to thee:
In vain my soul would try
To shun thy presence, or to flee
The notice of thine eye.

2 Thy all-surrounding sight surveys
My rising and my rest,
My public walks, my private ways,
The secrets of my breast.
3 My thoughts lie open to thee, Lord,
Before they're formed within;
And ere my lips pronounce the word,

Thou know'st the sense I mean.

Ye monarchs, wait his nod;
And bid the choral song ascend

To celebrate our God.
Henry Kirke White

107 (ST. MARTIN'S) C. M.
I Praise ye the Lord, ye immortal choirs
That fill the worlds above;
Praise him who formed you of his fires,
And feeds you with his love.

2 Shine to his praise, ye crystal skies, The floor of his abode;

Or veil in shades your thousand eyes Before your brighter God. 3 Thou restless globe of golden light, Whose beams create our days, Join with the silver queen of night, To own your borrowed rays. Shout to the Lord, ye surging seas,

4 O wondrous knowledge, deep and 4
Where can a creature hide? [high!
Within thy circling arms I lie,
Beset on every side.

Isaac Watts

In your eternal roar;

Let wave to wave resound his praise, And shore reply to shore.

Isaac Watts

108 LUTON L. M.

1. Come, O my soul, in sa-cred lays, Attempt thy great Crea

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But O what tongue can speak His fame? What mortal verse can reach the theme?

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1. Great God, in-dulge my humble claim; Be thou my hope, my joy, my rest;

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Thou art my Father and my God! And I am thine by sacred ties, [blood. Thy son, thy servant, bought with

While I have breath to pray or

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This work shall make my heart rejoice, And fill the remnant of my days.

Isaac Watts

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2 The unwearied sun, from day to day, Confirm the tidings as they roll,

Does his Creator's power display,

And publishes to every land
The work of an almighty hand.

3 Soon as the evening shades prevail,
The moon takes up the wondrous tale,
And nightly to the listening earth
Repeats the story of her birth;

4 Whilst all the stars that round her
And all the planets in their turn, [burn,

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And spread the truth from pole to pole

5 What though in solemn silence all
Move round the dark terrestrial ball?
What though nor real voice nor sound
Amid their radiant orbs be found?

6 In reason's ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice;
Forever singing, as they shine,
"The hand that made us is divine."
Joseph Addison

The whole creation is thy charge,
But saints are thy peculiar care.

I High in the heavens, Eternal God,
Thy goodness in full glory shines;
Thy truth shall break thro' every cloud
That veils and darkens thy designs. 4
2 Forever firm thy justice stands,

As mountains their foundations keep;
Wise are the wonders of thy hands;
Thy judgments are a mighty deep.
3 Thy providence is kind and large,
Both man and beast thy bounty share;

From the provisions of thy house We shall be fed with sweet repast; There mercy like a river flows,

And brings salvation to our taste. 5 Life, like a fountain, rich and free,

Springs from the presence of my Lord; And in thy light our souls shall see The glories promised in thy word. Isaac Watts

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