2. And shall the voice of nature

Thus glorify its King;
And man, the noble creature,
No grateful tribute bring?
Shall mercy strew his pathway,
And all the senses please,

And man withhold the sacrifice of praise?
Praise him, ye that live for ever;
Praise him every heart and voice;

Praise him, he's the glorious Giver; Praise him in your sorrows and your joys.

3. The word of life he gave us
To guide us to the sky;
That he might justly save us,
He sent his Son to die-
To die in shame and anguish,
To die a sacrifice;

To save us from the death that never dies.
Praise him, praise him for salvation;
Praise him, praise him for his Son;
Praise him, every tribe and nation;
Praise him for the battle he has won.

4. Then train your youthful voices
To hymn his praise above;
For he who here rejoices
In Jesus' dying love,
Around his throne in glory

Shall all his love proclaim,

And sing the song of Moses and the Lamb. Praise him, praise th' eternal Father; Praise him, praise th' eternal Son;

Praise him, praise the Three together, Father, Son, and Spirit, three in One.

13. To Thee, my God and Saviour.

1. To thee, my God and Saviour,
My heart exulting springs,
Rejoicing in thy favor,
Almighty King of kings:
I'll celebrate thy glory
With all the saints above,
And tell the wondrous story
Of thy love.

CHORUS.

Glory! glory, hallelujah!
Glory to the God of love;
Glory! glory, hallelujah!
Glory ever be to God above.

2. Soon as the morn with roses
Bedecks the dewy east,
And when the sun reposes
Upon the ocean's breast,
My voice in supplication,
Jehovah, thou shalt hear;
Oh grant me thy salvation,
And draw near.

CHO.-Glory, glory, etc.

3. By thee, through life supported,
I pass the dangerous road,
By heavenly hosts escorted
Up to their bright abode;
There cast my crown before thee,
My toils and conflicts o'er,
And gratefully adore thee
Evermore.

CHO.-Glory, glory, etc.

2. "Tis there in his childhood a sinner may go, And manhood may wash till he's whiter than snow; And age, by his sins and his sorrows oppressed, :May find in the wounds of the Saviour a rest. :||

3. No vileness too vile for that fount to remove, No sinner too sinful its virtues to prove;

If conscience reproaches, if terrors appall, ||:'T was opened for you, for 't was opened for all. :||

4. Then come to the fountain so gushing and red; A tempest of wrath mutters over your head, And the moments of mercy are passing away: :Then come to the fountain, poor sinner, to-day.: