4 So may the words my lips express-- The thoughts that throng my mind-- O Lord, my strength and righteousness, With thee acceptance find. C. Wesley. 72 Manoah. C.M. _Faithfulness._ Begin, my tongue, some heavenly theme, And speak some boundless thing; The mighty works or mightier name Of our eternal King. 2 Tell of his wondrous faithfulness, And sound his power abroad; Sing the sweet promise of his grace, And the performing God. 3 His very word of grace is strong, As that which built the skies; The voice that rolls the stars along, Speaks all the promises. 4 Oh, might I hear thy heavenly tongue But whisper, "Thou art mine!" Those gentle words should raise my song To notes almost divine. Isaac Watts. 73 Manoah. C.M. _Power_. The Lord, our God, is full of might, The winds obey his will; He speaks,--and, in his heavenly height, The rolling sun stands still. 2 Rebel, ye waves, and o'er the land With threatening aspect roar; The Lord uplifts his awful hand, And chains you to the shore. 3 Howl, winds of night, your force combine; Without his high behest, Ye shall not, in the mountain pine, Disturb the sparrow's nest. 4 His voice sublime is heard afar, In distant peals it dies; He yokes the whirlwind to his car, And sweeps the howling skies. 5 Ye nations bend--in reverence bend; Ye monarchs, wait his nod, And bid the choral song ascend To celebrate your God. H. Kirke White. 74 Manoah. C.M. _Eternity._ 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 Eternity, with all its years, Stands present in thy view; To thee there's nothing old appears-- Great God! there's nothing new. 4 Our lives through various scenes are drawn, And vexed with trifling cares; While thine eternal thought moves on Thine undisturbed affairs. 5 Great God! how infinite art thou! What worthless worms are we! Let the whole race of creatures bow. And pay their praise to thee. Isaac Watts. 75 Italy. 6s & 4s. _The Trinity Adored._ (394) Come, thou Almighty King! Help us thy name to sing, Help us to praise; Father all glorious! O'er all victorious, Come and reign over us, Ancient of days! 2 Come, thou incarnate Word! Gird on thy mighty sword; Our prayer attend: Come, and thy people bless, And give thy word success; Spirit of holiness, On us descend. 3 Come, holy Comforter! Thy sacred witness bear In this glad hour: Thou who almighty art, Now rule in every heart, And ne'er from us depart, Spirit of power! 4 To the great One in Three, The highest praises be, Hence, evermore! His sovereign majesty May we in glory see, And to eternity Love and adore. Charles Wesley, 1757. 76 All Saints. L.M. _Praise to the Trinity_ (391)