Anne Steele, 1760.

6 Old Hundred.  L.M.

Doxology.

Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise him, all creatures here below;
Praise him above, ye heavenly host;
Praise Father, Son and Holy Ghost.

     Thos.  Ken.

7 Lord of All Being.  L.M.

Omnipresence. (17)

Lord of all being! throned afar,
Thy glory flames from sun and star;
Center and soul of ev’ry sphere,
Yet to each loving heart how near!

2 Sun of our life! thy quick’ning ray
Sheds on our path the glow of day;
Star of our hope! thy softened light
Cheers the long watches of the night.

3 Our midnight is thy smile withdrawn;
Our noontide is thy gracious dawn;
Our rainbow arch thy mercy’s sign;
All, save the clouds of sin, are thine.

4 Grant us thy truth to make us free, And kindling hearts that burnt for thee, Till all thy living altars claim One holy light, one heavenly flame.

     Oliver Wendell Holmes, 1848.

8 Duke Street.  L.M.

The Majesty of God. (7)

Come, oh, my soul, in sacred lays,
Attempt thy great Creator’s praise;
But oh! what tongue can speak his fame? 
What mortal verse can reach the theme?

2 Enthroned amidst the radiant spheres,
He glory like a garment wears;
To form a robe of light divine,
Ten thousand suns around him shine.

3 In all our Master’s grand designs, Omnipotence with wisdom shines; His works, through all this wondrous frame, Bear the great impress of his name.

4 Raised on Devotion’s lofty wing, Do thou, my soul! his glories sing; And let his praise employ thy tongue, Till listening worlds applaud the song.

     Thomas Blacklock, 1754.

9 Rockingham.  L.M.

Life-long Praise. (12)

God of my life! through all my days
My grateful powers shall sound my praise;
The song shall wake with opening light,
And warble to the silent night.

2 When anxious cares would break my rest, And griefs would tear my throbbing breast, Thy tuneful praises, raised on high, Shall check the murmur and the sigh.

3 When death o’er nature shall prevail, And all its powers of language fail, Joy thro’ my swimming eyes shall break, And mean the thanks I cannot speak.

4 Soon shall I learn th’ exalted strains, Which echo o’er the heavenly plains, And emulate, with joy unknown, The growing seraphs round thy throne.

     Philip Doddridge, 1740.

10 Rockingham.  L.M.

Psalm 106. (15)

Oh, render thanks to God above,
The fountain of eternal love;
Whose mercy firm, through ages past,
Hath stood, and shall forever last.

2 Who can his mighty deeds express,
Not only vast—­but numberless? 
What mortal eloquence can raise
His tribute of immortal praise?