50 Let all the earth hear it, and join in the praises,

Of Jesus the Saviour, whose goodness shall raise us From this world to glory; and while we adore him, We will sing of his wonders, and fall down before, him!] Hallelujah,& c.

Tune 2.( 1st.)

51 Praise to God, immortal praise, For the love that crowns our days, Bounteous source of every joy! Let thy praise our tongues employ.

52 Flocks that whiten all the plain, Yellow sheaves of ripen'd grain; Clouds that drop their fat'ning dews, Suns that tem'rate warmth diffuse.

53 All that spring, with bounteous hand, Scatters o'er the smiling land;

All that lib'ral autumn pours, From her rich o'erflowing stores.

Tune 29.( 10, or 11.)

54 How cheerful the field and the mead, How gay does all nature appear! The flocks, as they carelessly feed, Rejoice in the spring of the year.

55 The foliage that shades the gay bow'rs, The herbage that springs from the clod,

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Trees, plants, cooling springs, and fair flow'rs,

All rise to the praise of our God.

Shall man, the great master of all, The only insensible prove? Forbid it, fair gratitude's call! Forbid it, devotion and love!

57 The God who such wonders can raise, His name be for ever ador'd! Our lips shall incessantly praise,

Our hearts shall rejoice in the Lord.

Tune 56.( 21st.)

58 Jesus, our Lord and God, Bore sin's tremendous load; Praise ye his name: Tell what his arm hath done, What spoils from death he won; Sing his great name alone; Worthy the Lamb.

59 Let all the hosts above, In realms of endless love, Praise his dear name: To him ascribed be Honour and majesty, Thro' all eternity;

Worthy the Lamb.

Tune 69.( 29th.)

60 Thou Pow'r Supreme, by whose command I live!

The grateful tribute of my praise receive: To thy indulgence I my being owe,

And all the joys which from that being flow.

61 Thy skill my elemental clay refin'd,

The vagrant particles in order join'd; With perfect symmetry compos'd the whole, And stamp'd thy sacred image on my soul: 62 A soul susceptible of endless joy, [ stroy; Whose frame, nor force, nor time, shall e'er de­Which shall survive, tho' nature claim my breath, And bid defiance to the darts of death:

63 To realms of bliss with active freedom soar, And live when earth and skies shall be no more: Author of life; in vain my tongue essays, For this immortal gift to speak thy praise.

Tune 60.( 27th.)

64 The Lord is my shepherd, my guardian, and guide, Whatsoever I want, he will kindly provide: To the sheep of his pasture his mercies abound, His care and protection his flock will surround.

65 The Lord is my shepherd- what then shall I fear? What danger can frighten me, whilst he is near? Nor, when the time calls me, to walk thro' the vale Of the shadow of death, shall my heart ever fail.