Worlds are too feeble to exprefs His worth, his glory, or his grace. 2 When fhall we climb thefe higher skies, Where ftorms and tempefts never rise? Where he unveils his lovely face, And fhines and reigns the God of grace? 3 Nor earth, nor air, nor fun, nor stars, HYMN CLXIX. C. M. JAMES RELLY.] After Sermon. HOW pow'rful is the glor'ous word! The unctious word of God, Which preaches Jefus Chrift, our Lord, 2 How it reveals his mystery! 4 Dear, glorious Lamb, we thee adore: But, for thyself, we praise thee more, I HYMN CLXX. L. M. [DODDRIDGE.] Thanksgiving. YE fons of men with joy record The various wonders of the Lord; And let his pow'r and goodness found Thro' all your tribes, the earth around. 2 Let the high heav'ns your fongs invite, Thofe fpacious fields of brilliant light, Where fun, and moon, and planets roll, And ftars, that glow from pole to pole. 3 Sing, earth, in verdant robes array'd, Its herbs and flow'rs, its fruits and shade; Peopled with life of various forms, Of fish, and fowl, and beafts, and worms, 4 View the broad feas, majeftic plains, And think how wide its maker reigns ; That band remotest nations joins, And on each wave, his goodness fhines. 5 But O! that brighter world above, Where lives and reigns incarnate love! God's only Son in flesh array'd, For man, a bleeding victim made. 6 Thither, my foul with rapture foar ; There in the land of praise adore ; The theme demands an angel's lay, Demands an everlasting day. HYMN CLXXI. c. M. [DODDRIDGE.] At Charity Lectures. JESUS, my Lord, how rich thy grace! ! How fhall I count the matchlefs fum! 1 How pay the mighty debt! 2 High on a throne of radiant light, What can my poverty beltow, 3 But thou haft brethren here below, And wilt confefs their humble names 4 In them thou may'ft be cloth'd and fed, I And vifited and cheer'd; And, in their accents of diftrefs, My Saviour's voice is heard. Thy face, with rev'rence and with love, O let us rather beg our bread, HYMN CLXXII. FA C. M. [DODDRIDGE.] At Charity Lectures. ATHER of mercies, fend thy grace, To form in our obedient fouls 2 O may our fympathizing breafts 3 When the most helplefs fons of grief Soft be our hearts, their pains to feel, 4 So Jefus look'd on dying man, 5 On wings of love the Saviour flew And fhed the richest of his blood, HYMN CLXXIII. C. M. [DODDRIDGE.] At the Dedication of Children. SEE Ifr'el's gentle shepherd stand With all engaging charms; Hark, how he calls the tender lambs, 2" Permit them to approach, he cries, 3 We bring them, Lord, in thankful hands, And yield them up to thee; Joyful, that we ourselves are thine, 4 Ye little flock, with pleasure hear: 5 If orphans they are left behind, That care fhall heal our bleeding hearts, HYMN CLXXIV. C. M. [WATTS.] At the Dedication of Children. How OW large the promife! how divine, I'll be a God to thee and thine, 2 The words of his extensive love The angel of the cov❜nant proves, 3 Jefus the ancient faith confirms, He takes young children to his arms, 4,Our God, how faithful are his ways! Nor from the promife of his grace HYMN CLXXV. L. M. [JAMES RELLY.]· A Funeral Hymn. 1 WITH folemn fhout we fing thy praise, Ancient of everlafting days! Thou daily gather'ft home thine own, 2 Let all rejoice and no one grieve, |