4 When he redeemed his chosen sons, He fixed his covenant sure; The orders that his lips pronounce To endless years endure.
38 C. M. O God, my heart is fixed. Psalm 57:7.
O God! my heart is fully bent To magnify thy name; My tongue, with cheerful songs of praise, Shall celebrate thy fame.
2 Be thou, O God! exalted high Above the starry frame; And let the world, with one consent Confess thy glorious name.
39 C. M. The Infinite One.
Great God! how infinite art thou, What worthless worms are we; Let the whole race of creatures bow, And pay their praise to thee.
2 Thy throne eternal ages stood, Ere seas or stars were made: Thou art the ever-living God, Were all the nations dead.
3 Our lives through various scenes are drawn, And vexed with trifling cares; While thine eternal thoughts move on Thine undisturbed affairs.
4 Great God! how infinite art thou, What worthless worms are we; Let the whole race of creatures bow, And pay their praise to Thee.
40 C. M. He trieth the reins. Psalm 7:9.
Great God! thy penetrating eye Pervades my inmost powers; With awe profound my wondering soul Falls prostrate and adores.
2 To be encompassed round with God, The Holy and the Just, Armed with omnipotence to save, Or crush me to the dust—
3 O how tremendous is the thought! Deep may it be impressed, And may thy Spirit firmly ’grave This truth within my breast.
4 Begirt with thee, my fearless soul The gloomy vale shall tread; And thou wilt bind th’ immortal crown Of glory on my head.
41 11s & 8s. The Lord is great.
The Lord is great! ye hosts of heaven adore him, And ye who tread this earthly ball; In holy songs rejoice aloud before him, And shout his praise who made you all.
2 The Lord is great; his majesty how glorious! Resound his praise from shore to shore; O’er sin, and death, and hell, now made victorious, He rules and reigns for evermore.
3 The Lord is great; his mercy how abounding! Ye angels, strike your golden chords; O praise our God, with voice and harp resounding, The King of kings and Lord of lords.
42 C. P. M. The love of God.
My God! Thy boundless love I praise; How bright on high its glories blaze! How sweetly bloom below! It streams from thine eternal throne; Through heaven its joys for ever run, And o’er the earth they flow.
2 ’Tis love that paints the purple morn, And bids the clouds, in air upborne, Their genial drops distill; In every vernal beam it glows, And breathes in every gale that blows, And glides in every rill.
3 But in thy word I see it shine, With grace and glories more divine, Proclaiming sins forgiven; There, Faith, bright cherub, points the way To realms of everlasting day, And opens all her heaven.
4 Then let the love, that makes me blest, With cheerful praise inspire my breast, And ardent gratitude; And all my thoughts and passions tend To thee, my Father and my Friend, My soul’s eternal good.