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2 He formed the seas, and formed the hills,
Made every drop and every dust,
And pushed them into motion first. 3 Now, from his high, imperial throne,
He looks far down upon the spheres ;
And round he turns the hasty years. 4 Thus shall this moving engine last,
Till all his saints are gathered in; Then for the trumpet's dreadful blast
To shake it all to dust again!
And lightning burn the globe below,
There's a new heaven and earth for you.
Watts. The Perfections of God. 1 BRIGHT King of glory, dreadful God,
Our spirits bow before thy seat ; To thee we lift an humble thought,
And worship at thine awful feet. 2 Thy power hath formed, thy wisdom sways
All nature with a sovereign word; And the bright world of stars obeys
The will of their superior Lord. 3 Mercy and truth unite in one,
And smiling sit at thy right hand; Eternal justice guards thy throne,
And vengeance waits thy dread command. 4 A thousand seraphs, strong and bright,
Stand round the glorious Deity; But who, amongst the sons of light,
Pretends comparison with thee?
The Divine Perfections.
1 HOW shall I praise the eternal God,
That Infinite Unknown?
Or venture near his throne ? 2 The great Invisible ! he dwells
Concealed in dazzling light;
The secrets of the night.
Survey the world around;
Where all our thoughts are drowned. 4 Speak we of strength ? his arm is strong,
To save or to destroy;
And endless is his joy.
Nor alters his decrees;
To guard his promises.
God's Power and Goodness.
1 0, THE Almighty Lord,
How matchless is his power!
While all the heavens adore. 2 Let proud, imperious kings
Bow low before his throne;
Or he shall tread you down. 3 Yet, everlasting God,
We love to speak thy praise;
The sceptre of thy grace. 4 Salvation to the King
That sits enthroned above!
And bless the God of love.
WATTS. God's Power and Goodness. Ps. 66. 1 SING, all ye nations, to the Lord,
Sing with a joyful noise ;
His honors and your joys. 2 Say to the Power that shakes the sky,
" How terrible art thou !
“Or at thy feet they bow."
3 O, bless our God, and never cease;
Ye saints, fulfil his praise ;
And guides our doubtful ways. 4 Lord, thou hast proved our suffering souls,
To make our graces shine ;
The metal to refine.
We march at thy command ;
By thine unerring hand.
And put the troops of hell to flight,
Before the rising tempest flies.
His name Jehovah sounds on high ;
Ye saints, rejoice before his face. 3 The widow and the fatherless
Fly to his aid in sharp distress;
A Judge that's just, a Father kind.
Crown him, ye nations, in your song;
5 Proclaim him King, pronounce him blest ;
He's your defence, your joy, your rest ;
TATE & BRADY.
1 LET all the just to God, with joy,
Their cheerful voices raise ;
To sing glad songs of praise ; 2 For faithful is the word of God;
His works with truth abound;
Is with his goodness crowned. 3 By his almighty word, at first,
Heaven's glorious arch was reared ;
At his command appeared.
He makes in heaps to lie,
The watery treasure by.
Before him trembling stand ;
'Twas fixed at his command.
Shall stand forever sure ;
of his heart