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GOD THE FATHER: ATTRIBUTES.
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Who is like Thee, glorious in holiness 1Exod. 15. 11.
1 How glorious is our heavenly King,
Who reigns above the sky!
How shall a child presume to sing His dreadful majesty?
2 How great His power is, none can tell, Nor think how large His grace;
Not men below, nor saints that dwell On high before His face.
3 Not angels that stand round the Lord Can search His secret will; But they perform His heavenly word, And sing His praises still.
1 Then let me join this holy train, And my first offerings bring, The eternal God will not disdain To hear an infant sing.
5 My heart resolves, my tongue obeys, And angels shall rejoice
To hear their mighty Maker's praise Sound from a feeble voice,
WATTS.
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The Lord by wisdom hath founded the earth.Prov. 3. 19.
1 I SING the almighty power of God, That made the mountains rise; That spread the flowing seas abroad, And built the lofty skies.
2 I sing the wisdom that ordained
The sun to rule the day;
The moon shines full at His command, And all the stars obey.
3 1 sing the goodness of the Lord,
That fills the earth with food;
He formed the creatures with His word, And then pronounced them good.
4 Lord, how Thy wonders are displayed, Where'er I turn mine eye;
If I survey the ground I tread, Or gaze upon the sky!
5 There's not a plant or flower below, But makes Thy glories known; And clouds arise, and tempests blow, By order from Thy throne.
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6 Creatures, as numerous as they be, Are subject to Thy care; There's not a place where we can flee, But God is present there.
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Thou art great.- Psa. 86. 10.
1 ALMIGHTY God, who dwellest high, Where mortals cannot gaze ,
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As Thou dost listen, let us try To sing a hymn of praise.
2 Angels adore Thee, and rejoice ,Such praise to Thee belongs:
But wilt Thou hear our feeble voice Amid their lofty songs?
3 Our thoughts are vain, our hearts are hard, And poor the thanks we pay;
Oh, how unworthy Thy regard
Is all that we can say.
4 Our feeble powers can never rise
To praise Thee as we ought;
For Thou art great, and good, and wise, Beyond our highest thought.
5 In heaven Thy glories, Lord, resound, And children join the song;
Oh, may I there at last be found, Among that happy throng.
6 There shall we better praises bring, And raise our voices higher; Angels will teach us how to sing, And we shall never tire.
T.R. TAYLOR.
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I will sing praise to my God while I have my being.- Psa. 104. 33.
1 PRAISE, my soul, the King of heaven; To His feet thy tribute bring: Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven, Evermore His praises sing: Hallelujah, Hallelujah!
Praise the everlasting King.
2 Praise Him for His grace and favour To our fathers in distress; Pfaise Him still the same for ever, Slow to chide, and swift to bless: Hallelujah, hallelujah!
Glorious in His faithfulness.