4. L. M. Watts.

Public Worship.

1Before Jehovah's awful throne,

Ye nations, bow with sacred joy;

Know that the Lord is God alone;

He can create, and he destroy.

2His sovereign power, without our aid,

Made us of clay, and formed us men;

And when, like wandering sheep we strayed,

He brought us to his fold again.

3We are his people; we his care;

Our souls, and all our mortal frame:

What lasting honors shall we rear,

Almighty Maker, to thy name?

4We'll crowd thy gates, with thankful songs

High as the heaven our voices raise;

And earth, with her ten thousand tongues,

Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.

5Wide 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.

The Same.

1O, Come, loud anthems let us sing,

Loud thanks to our Almighty King;

For we our voices high should raise,

When our salvation's Rock we praise.

2Into his presence let us haste,

To thank him, for his favors past;

To him address, in joyful songs,

The praise that to his name belongs.

3O, let us to his courts repair,

And bow with adoration there;

With joy and fear devoutly all

Before the Lord, our Maker, fall!