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VIII.

( 1, 2, 3, 4. 9.)

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OTHOU, to whom all creatures bow

Within this earthly frame, Through all the world how great art Thou! How glorious is Thy Name!

In heaven Thy wondrous acts are sung, Nor fully reckon'd there;

And yet Thou mak'st the infant tongue Thy boundless praise declare.

When heaven, Thy beauteous work on high, Employs my wond'ring sight;

The moon that nightly rules the sky, With stars of feebler light;

What's man( say I), that, Lord, Thou lov'st To keep him in Thy mind?

Or what his offspring, that Thou prov'st To them so wondrous kind?

WILLIAM CROFT, Mus. D. Died, 1727.

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O Thou, to whom all creatures bow Within this earthly frame,

Through all the world how great art Thou! How glorious is Thy Name!

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( 1, 2. 10, 11.)

N. V.

TO celebrate Thy praise, O Lord, I will my heart prepare; To all the list'ning world Thy works, Thy wondrous works, declare.

The thought of them shall to my soul Exalted pleasure bring;

Whilst to Thy Name, O Thou most High, Triumphant praise I sing.

All those who have His goodness proved, Will in His truth confide;

Whose mercy ne'er forsook the man That on His help relied.

Sing praises, therefore, to the Lord, From Sion, His abode;

Proclaim His deeds, till all the world Confess no other God,