IX. Or rather let this flesh decay, "Til glad to see th' enlarged way, HYMN XXIV. C. M. PRAISE Universal Praise. I. RAISE ye the LORD with joyful tongue, Ye pow'rs that guard his throne; JESUS, the MAN, shall lead the song, The GOD inspire the tune. II. Gabriel, and all th' immortal choir III. Shine to his praise, ye crystal skies, Or vail your little twinkling eyes IV. Thou restless globe of golden light, V. Blush and refund the honours paid Tell the blind world your orbs are fed By his o'er flowing flames. VI. Winds, ye shall bear his name aloud VII. Thunder and hail, and fires and storms, VIII. Shout to the LORD, ye surging seas, Let wave to wave resound his praise, 1x. While monsters sporting on the flood, X. But gentler things shall tune his name Young zephers breathing o'er the stream, XI. Wave your tall heads, ye lofty pines, Sweet clusters, bend the fruitful vines XII. Let the shrill birds his honour raise, While grov'ling beasts attempt his praise XIII. Thus while the meaner creatures sing, XIV. Th' eternal Name must fly abroad And the whole race shall bow to God, HYMN XXV. L. M. Sun, Moon and Stars, praise ye the Lord. I. AIREST of all the lights above, spheres ; And with unweary'd swiftness move, II. Praise the Creator of the skies, That dress'd thine orb in golden rays: Or may the sun forget to rise, If he forget his Maker's praise. III. Thou reigning beauty of the night, the Whose gentle beams and borrow'd light, Are softer rivals of the noon; IV. Arise, and to that Sov'reign Pow'r V. Ye twinkling Stars, who gild the skies When darkness has its curtains drawn, Who keep your watch, with wakeful eyes, When business, cares, and day are gone. VI. Proclaim the glories of your LORD, VII. Thou Heav'n of heav'ns, supremely bright, The Godhead condescends to shine. VIII. Praise thou thy great Inhabitant, Nor vails the lustre of his face. IX. O God of glory! GoD of love! L HYMN XXVI. C. M The welcome Messenger. I. ORD, when we see a saint of thine With longing eyes, and looks divine, II. How we could e'er contend to lay III. Our souls are rising on the wing, For when grim death has lost his sting, IV. JESUS, then purge my crimes away; .V. Oh! if my threat'ning sins were gone, VI. Away these interposing days, |