2 Thy all-observing eye surveys My rising and my rest, My public walks, my private ways, The secrets of my breast. 3 My thoughts lie open to thee, Lord, Before they’re formed within, And ere my lips pronounce the word, Thou knowest all I mean. 4 O let thine arms surround me still, And like a bulwark prove, To guard my soul from every ill, Secured by sovereign love. 36 C. M. Holy, holy, holy Lord. O God, we praise thee, and confess That thou the only Lord And everlasting Father art, By all the earth adored. 2 To thee all angels cry aloud, To thee the powers on high, Both cherubim and seraphim, Continually do cry— 3 O holy, holy, holy Lord, When heavenly hosts obey; The world is with the glory filled Of thy majestic sway. 4 The apostles’ glorious company, The prophets crowned with light, With all the martyrs’ noble host, Thy constant praise recite. 5 The holy Church, throughout the world, O Lord, confesses thee, That thou th’ eternal Father art Of boundless majesty. 37 C. M. His praise endureth for ever. Psalm 111:10. Songs of immortal praise belong To my Almighty God; He has my heart, and he my tongue, To spread his name abroad. 2 How great the works his hand has wrought; How glorious in our sight; And men in every age have sought His wonders with delight. 3 How most exact is nature’s frame, How wise the Eternal mind; His counsels never change the scheme That his first thoughts designed. 4 When he redeemed his chosen sons, He fixed his covenant sure; The orders that his lips pronounce To endless years endure. 38 C. M. O God, my heart is fixed. Psalm 57:7. O God! my heart is fully bent To magnify thy name; My tongue, with cheerful songs of praise, Shall celebrate thy fame. 2 Be thou, O God! exalted high Above the starry frame; And let the world, with one consent Confess thy glorious name. 39 C. M. The Infinite One. Great God! how infinite art thou, What worthless worms are we; Let the whole race of creatures bow, And pay their praise to thee. 2 Thy throne eternal ages stood, Ere seas or stars were made: Thou art the ever-living God, Were all the nations dead. 3 Our lives through various scenes are drawn, And vexed with trifling cares; While thine eternal thoughts move on Thine undisturbed affairs.