BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne,

Ye nations! bow with sacred joy: Know that the Lord is God alone: He can create, and he destroy.

2 His sovereign power, without our aid,
Made us of clay, and formed us men;
And when, like wandering sheep, we strayed,
He brought us to his fold again.

3 We are his people, we his care,—
Our souls, and all our mortal frame:
What lasting honors shall we rear,
Almighty Maker! to thy name?

4 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs,
High as the heavens our voices raise;
And earth, with her ten thousand tongues,
Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.

5 Wide as the world is thy command,
Vast as eternity, thy love;
Firm as a rock thy truth must stand,
When rolling years shall cease to move.

Isaac Watts.

Psalm 117.
FROM all that dwell below the skies,
Let the Creator's praise arise:
Let the Redeemer's name be sung,
Through every land, by every tongue.

2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord!
Eternal truth attends thy word:

Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, Till sun shall rise and set no more.

Isaac Watts.

I'LL praise my Maker with my breath, And, when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler powers: My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures.

2 Happy the man, whose hopes rely On Israel's God; he made the sky,

And earth, and seas, with all their train: His truth for ever stands secure; He saves the oppressed, he feeds the poor; And none shall find his promise vain.

COME, O 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 amid 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 Maker's grand designs,
Almighty power with wisdom shines;
His works through all this wondrous frame
Declare the glory 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 shall join the song!

STERLING. L. M.

Thomas Blacklock

Psalm 29.

GIVE to the Lord, ye sons of fame,
Give to the Lord renown and power;
Ascribe due honors to his name,
And his eternal might adore.

2 The Lord proclaims his power aloud,
O'er all the ocean and the land;
His voice divides the watery cloud,

And lightnings blaze at his command. 3 The Lord sits Sovereign on the flood; The Thunderer reigns for ever King; But makes his church his blest abode, Where we his awful glories sing.

4 In gentler language, there the Lord
The counsels of his grace imparts;
Amid the raging storm, his word
Speaks peace and courage to our hearts.

Isaac Watts.

R. HARRISON.

132

"God is here."

Lo, GOD is here!-let us adore!

And own how dreadful is this place! Let all within us feel his power, And, silent, bow before his face.

2 Lo, God is here! him day and night United choirs of angels sing:

To him, enthroned above all height,
Let saints their humble worship bring.

3 Lord God of hosts! oh, may our praise
Thy courts with grateful incense fill!
Still may we stand before thy face,
Still hear and do thy sovereign will.

J. Wesley, tr.

GEO. KINGSLEY.