men;

And when like wandering sheep we strayed,

He brought us to his fold again.

3 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs,

High as the heavens our voices raise;

And earth, with her ten thousand tongues,

Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.

4 Wide as the world is thy command;

Vast as eternity thy love; Firm as a rock thy truth shall stand, When rolling years shall cease to

move.

Isaac Watts, Alt. By J. Wesley.

152 General invitation to praise God.

1 FROM all that dwell below the skies,
Let the Creator's praise arise;
Let the Redeemer's name be sung,
Through every land, by every tongue.

2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord; Eternal truth attends thy word: Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore,

Till suns shall rise and set no more.

3 Your lofty themes, ye mortals, bring;

In songs of praise divinely sing;
The great salvation loud proclaim,
And shout for joy the Saviour's name.

4 In every land begin the song;
To every land the strains belong:
In cheerful sounds all voices raise,
And fill the world with loudest praise.

Isaac Watts

154

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Evening-solitude.

1 I LOVE to steal awhile away
From every cumbering care,
And spend the hours of setting day
In humble, grateful prayer.

2 I love in solitude to shed

The penitential tear,
And all his promises to plead

Where none but God can hear.

3 I love to think on mercies past,
And future good implore,
And all my cares and sorrows cast

On him whom I adore.

4 I love by faith to take a view
Of brighter scenes in heaven;
The prospect doth my strength renew,
While here by tempests driven.

5 Thus, when life's toilsome day is o'er,

May its departing ray
Be calm as this impressive hour,
And lead to endless day.

Mre. Thæbe E. Brown: