3 Extend to me that favor, Lord, Thou to thy chosen dost afford; When thou return’st to set them free.  Let thy salvation visit me.

     Tate-Brady.

11 Rockingham.  L.M.

God Revealed in Christ. (600)

Now to the Lord, a noble song! 
Awake, my soul! awake, my tongue,
Hosanna to th’ eternal name,
And all his boundless love proclaim.

2 See where it shines in Jesus’ face,—­
The brightest image of his grace! 
God, in the person of his Son,
Has all his mightiest works outdone.

3 Grace!—­’tis a sweet, a charming theme;
My thoughts rejoice at Jesus’ name: 
Ye angels! dwell upon the sound;
Ye heavens! reflect it to the ground.

4 Oh! may I live to reach the place,
Where he unveils his lovely face,
Where all his beauties you behold,
And sing his name to harps of gold.

     Isaac Watts, 1707.

12 Rockingham.  L.M.

Unceasing Praise. (13)

My God! my King! thy various praise
Shall fill the remnant of my days;
Thy grace employ my humble tongue,
Till death and glory raise the song.

2 The wings of every hour shall bear
Some thankful tribute to thine ear;
And every setting sun shall see
New works of duty, done for thee.

3 But who can speak thy wondrous deeds?  Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds; Vast and unsearchable thy ways—­ Vast and immortal be thy praise.

     Isaac Watts, 1719.

13 Otterbein.  L.M.

Psalm 95. (4)

Oh, come, loud anthems let us sing,
Loud thanks to our Almighty King! 
For we our voices high should raise,
When our salvation’s Rock we praise.

2 Into his presence let us haste,
To thank him for his favors past;
To him address, in joyful songs,
The praise that to his name belongs.

3 Oh, let us to his courts repair,
And bow with adoration there;
Down on our knees, devoutly, all
Before the Lord, our Maker, fall.

     Nahum Tate, 1696.

14 Park Street.  L.M.

Joining in Praise. (75)

Sweet is the work, my God! my King! 
To praise thy name, give thanks and sing;
To show thy love by morning light,
And talk of all thy truth at night.

2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest; No mortal care shall seize my breast; O may my heart in tune be found, Like David’s harp of solemn sound.

3 My heart shall triumph in the Lord, And bless his works, and bless his word; Thy works of grace, how bright they shine!  How deep thy counsels! how divine!

     Isaac Watts.

15 Harvey’s Chant.  C. M.

The Goodness of God in His Works. (26)

Hail! great Creator, wise and good! 
  To thee our songs we raise;
Nature, through all her various scenes,
  Invites us to thy praise.