5 In all thy doctrines and commands,
Thy councils and designs-

In ev'ry work thy hands have fram'd,
Thy Love supremely shines.

6 Angels and men the news proclaim
Through earth and heaven above,
The joyful and transporting news,'
That God the Lord is Love.

13 L. M. Derby 169. Rothwell 174. Portugal New 263.

The Loving-kindness of the Lord. Ps. Ixiii. 7.

1 AWAKE, my soul, in joyful lays,

And sing thy great Redeemer's praise;
He justly claims a song from me,
His loving-kindness, O how free!
2 He saw me ruin'd in the fall,

Yet lov'd me notwithstanding all;
He sav'd me from my lost estate,
His loving-kindness, O how how great!
3 Tho' num'rous hosts of mighty foes,
Tho' earth and hell my way oppose,
He safely leads my soul along,
His loving-kindness, O how strong!
4 When trouble, like a gloomy cloud,
Has gather'd thick and thunder'd loud,
He near my soul has always stood,
His loving-kindness, O how good!
5 Often I feel my sinful heart
Prone from my Jesus to depart;
But tho' I have him oft forgot,
His loving-kindness changes not.
6 Soon shall I pass the gloomy vale,
Soon all my mortal powers must fail;
O! may my last expiring breath
His loving-kindness sing in death!

7 Then let me me mount and soar away
To the bright world of endless day:
And sing, with rapture and surprise,
His loving-kindness in the skies.

MEDLEY.

14 C.M. Michael's 119. Brighthelmstone 208. The Grace of God; or, Divine Condescension.

1 WHEN the Eternal bows the skies
To visit earthly things,

With scorn divine he turns his eyes
From towers of haughty kings.

2 He bids his awful chariot roll,
Far downward from the skies,
To visit every humble soul,
With pleasure in his eyes.

3 Why should the Lord that reigns above
Disdain so lofty kings?

Say, Lord, and why such looks of love
Upon such worthless things?

4 Mortals, be dumb; what creature dares
Dispute his awful will ?

Ask no account of his affairs,

But tremble and be still."

5 Just like his nature is his grace,

All sovereign and all free;

Great God, how searchless are thy ways,
How deep thy judgments be!

DR. WATTS's LYRICS.

15 11's. Geard 156.

Broughton 172.

The Mercy of God.

Psalm lxxxix. 1.

1 THYmercy, my God, is the theme of my song, The joy of my heart and the boast of my

tongue;

Thy free grace alone, from the first to the last, Hath won my affections, and bound my soul fast. 2 Without thy sweet mercy I could not live here, Sin soon would reduce me to utter despair;

But thro' thy free goodness, my spirits revive, And he that first made me still keeps me alive. 3 Thy mercy is more than a match for my heart, Which wonders to feel its own hardness depart; Dissolv'd by thy goodness I fall to the ground, And weep to the praise of the mercy I found. 4 The door of thy mercy stands open all day, To the poor and the needy, who knock by the way;

No sinner shall ever be empty sent back, Who comes seeking mercy for Jesus's sake.. 5 Thy mercy in Jesus exempts me from hell; Its glories I'll sing, and its wonders I'll teli ; "Twas Jesus, my friend, when he hung on the tree,

- Who open'd the channel of mercy for me. 6 Great Father of mercies! thy goodness I own, And the covenant love of thy crucify'd Son; All praise to the Spirit, whose whisper divine Seals mercy and pardon and righteousness mine!

16

7's.

S

Firth's 146.. Rest 282.
The Long-suffering, or Patience of God.

1 LORD, and am I yet alive,
Not in torments, not in hell!
Still doth thy good Spirit strive-
With the chief of sinners dwell!
Tell it, unto sinners tell,
I am, I am out of HELL!

2 Yes, I still lift up mine eyes,

Will not of thy love despair;

S till in spite of sin I rise,'

Still I bow to thee in prayer. Tell it, &c.

30 the length and breadth of love!

Jesus, Saviour, can it be?

All thy mercy's height I prove,

All the depth is seen in me. Tell it, &c.

4 See a bush that burns with fire,
Unconsum'd amid the flame!
Turn aside the sight t'admire,-
I the living wonder am.
5 See a stone that hangs in air!
See a spark in ocean live!
Kept alive with death so near!
I to God the glory give.
Ever tell-to sinners tell,
I am, I am out of hell.*

17 C. M. Bedford 91.

Tell it, &c.

Abridge 201.

The Holiness of God. Isaiah viii. 13.

1 HOLY and reverend is the name
Of our eternal King:

Thrice holy Lord! the angels cry;
Thrice holy let us sing.

2 Heaven's brightest lamps with him compar'd,
How mean they look, and dim!
The fairest angels have their spots,
When once compar'd with him.

3 Holy is he in all his works,
And truth is his delight;

But sinners and their wicked ways
Shall perish from his sight.

4 The deepest reverence of the mind,
Pay, O my soul! to God;

Lift with thy hands a holy heart
To his sublime abode.

5 With sacred awe pronounce his name
Whom words nor thoughts can reach;
A broken heart shall please him more
Than the best forms of speech.

6 Thou, holy God! preserve my soul
From all pollution free;

The pure in heart are thy delight,
And they thy face shall see.
*Or (lines 7th and 8th.)

And, through grace, now gladly tell
That I hope in HEAVEN to dwell.

18 L. M. Green's Hund. 89. Old Hund. 100. The Justice and Goodness of God.

1 GREAT God, my maker, and my king, Of thee I'll speak, of thee I'll sing; All thou hast done, and all thou dost, Declare thee good, proclaim thee just. 2 Thy ancient thoughts and firm decrees, Thy threat'nings, and thy promises, The joys of heaven, the pains of hell, What angels taste, what devils feel: 3 Thy terrors and thine acts of grace, Thy threat'ning rod and smiling face, Thy wounding and thy healing word, A world undone, a world restor❜d: 4 While these excite my fear and joy, While these my tuneful lips employ; Accept, O Lord! the humble song,

The tribute of a trembling tongue. BEDDOME.

19 L. M. Portugal 97. Paul's 246. Wells 102.

The Truth and Faithfulness of God. Num. xxiii. 19.

1 YE

E humble saints, proclaim abroad
The honours of a Faithful God:
How just and true are all his ways,
How much above your highest praise!
2 The words his sacred lips declare
Of his own mind the image bear;
What should him tempt, from frailty free,
Blest in his self-sufficiency?

3 He will not his great self deny;
A God all truth can never lie:
As well might he his being quit
As break his oath, or word forget.
4 Let frighted rivers change their course,
Or backward hasten to their source;
Swift thro' the air let rocks be hurl'd,
And mountains like the chaff be whirl'd;