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C. M.

JERUSALEM.

Praise for Creation and Providence.

1 I SING th' almighty power of God,
That made the mountains rise;
That spread the flowing seas abroad,
And built the lofty skies.

2 I sing the wisdom that ordain'd
The sun to rule the day:

The moon shines full at his command, And all the stars obey.

3 I sing the goodness of the Lord,
That fill'd the earth with food;
He form'd the creatures with his word,
And then pronounc'd them good.
4 Lord, how thy wonders are display'd,
Where'er I turn my eye!

If I survey the ground I tread,
Or gaze upon the sky.

5 There's not a plant or flow'r below
But makes thy glories known;
And clouds arise and tempests blow
By order from thy throne.

6 Creatures (as num'rous as they be)
Are subject to thy care;

There's not a place where we can flee
But God is present there.

7 In heav'n he shines with beams of love, With wrath in hell beneath;

"Tis on his earth I stand or move,
And 'tis his air I breathe.

8 His hand is my perpetual guard, He keeps me with his eye;

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Why should I then forget the Lord,
Who is for ever nigh!

Praise to God for our Redemption.

1 BLEST be the wisdom and the pow'r,
The justice and the grace,
That join'd in council to restore
And save our ruin'd race.

2 Our father ate forbidden fruit,
And from his glory fell;

And we, his children, thus were brought
To death, and near to hell.

3 Blest be the Lord, that sent his Son
To take our flesh and blood;

He for our lives gave up his own,
To make our peace with God.
4 He honour'd all his Father's laws,
Which we have disobey'd;
He bore our sins upon the cross,
And our full ransom paid.

5 Behold him rising from the grave!
Behold him rais'd on high!
He pleads his merit there to save
Transgressors doom'd to die.

6 There, on a glorious throne, he reigns; And, by his pow'r divine,

Redeems us from the slavish chains
Of Satan and of sin.

7 Thence shall the Lord to judgment come,
And, with a sov'reign voice,
Shall call, and break up ev'ry tomb,
While waking souls rejoice.

8 O may I then with joy appear,
Before the Judge's face,

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And, with the bless'd assembly there,
Sing his redeeming grace!

Praise for Mercies spiritual and temporal.

1 WHENE'ER I take my walks abroad, How many poor I see!

What shall I render to my God
For all his gifts to me !

2 Not more than others I deserve,
Yet God hath given me more;
For I have food, while others starve
Or beg from door to door.

3 How many children in the street,
Half-naked, I behold!

While I am cloth'd from head to feet,
And cover'd from the cold.

4 While some poor wretches scarce can tell Where they may lay their head,

I have a home wherein to dwell,
And rest upon my bed.

5 While others early learn to swear,
And curse, and lie, and steal;
Lord, I am taught thy name to fear,
And do thy holy will.

6 Are these thy favours, day by day, To me above the rest?

Then let me love thee more than they, And try to serve thee best.

L. M. MARTIN'S LANE.

5 Praise for Birth and Education in a

Christian Land.

1 GREAT God, to thee my voice I raise, To thee my youngest hours belong; I would begin my life with praise, Till growing years improve the song. 2 'Tis to thy sov'reign grace I owe

That I was born on British ground; Where streams of heavenly mercy flow,

And words of sweet salvation sound. 3 I would not change my native land, For rich Peru, with all her gold; A nobler prize lies in my hand

Than east or western Indies hold. 4 How should I pity those that dwell

Where ignorance and darkness reigns; They know no heav'n, they fear no hellThose endless joys, those endless pains! 5 Thy glorious promises, O Lord!

Kindle my hopes and my desire: While all the preachers of thy word Warn me to 'scape eternal fire.

6 Thy praise shall still employ my breath, Since thou hast mark'd mywaytoheav'n; Nor will I run the road to death,

And waste the blessings thou hast giv'n'

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L. M.

Praise for the Gospel.

PORTUGAL.

1 LORD, I ascribe it to thy grace, And not to chance, as others do, That I was born of Christian race,

And not a Heathen or a Jew.

2 What would the ancient Jewish kings And Jewish prophets once have giv'n, Could they have heard those glorious things Which Christ reveal'd and brought from heav'n!

3 How glad the Heathens would have been,
That worshipp'd idols, wood, and stone,
If they the book of God had seen,
Or Jesus and his gospel known!

4. Then if this gospel I refuse,

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How shall I e'er lift up mine eyes!
For all the Gentiles and the Jews
Against me will in judgment rise.

C. M.

The Excellency of the Bible.

EYTHORN.

1 GREAT God, with wonder & with praise On all thy works I look ;

But still thy wisdom, pow'r, and grace
Shine brightest in thy book.

2 The stars, that in their courses roll,
Have much instruction giv'n;
But thy good word informs my soul
How I may climb to heav'n.