5 Thine eye beholds with kind regard,
The souls who trust in thee;
Their humble hope thou wilt reward,
With bliss divinely free.

6 Great God, to thy Almighty love,
What honours shall we raise;
Not all the raptur'd songs above.
Can render equal praise.

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HYMN CXXXI. L. M.

The loving-kindness of the Lord, Isa. Ixiii. 7.

AWAKE, my soul, in joyful lays,

R. S.

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 great! 3 Tho' numerous 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, Proue 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 mount and soar away
To the bright world of endless day,
And sing with rapture and surprise
His loving-kindness in the skies.

HYMN CXXXII.

C. M.

The grace of God; or, Divine condescension.

R. S.

WHEN the Eternal bows the skies,

To visit earthly things,

With love divine he turns his eyes
From tow'rs 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 Pass by those 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,
And sov'reign, and all free;
Great God, how searchless are thy ways;
How deep thy judgments be!

HYMN CXXXIII. L. M.

A summary view of the Creation, Gen.i.

R. S.

1 LOOK up above the skies:

OOK up ye saints, direct your eyes

With your glad notes his praise rehearse
Who form'd the mighty universe.

2 He spoke, and from the womb of night,
At once sprang up the cheering light?
Him discord heard, and at his nod
Beauty awoke, and spoke the God.

3 The word he gave th' obedient sun
Began his glorious race to run :
Nor silver moon, nor stars delay
To glide along th' ætherial way.

4 Teeming with life, air, earth and sea
Obey th' Almighty's high decree;
To every tribe he gives their food,
Then speaks the whole divinely good.

5 But to complete the wond'rous plan,
From earth, and dust, he fashions man:
In man the last, in him the best,
The Maker's image stands confest.

5 Lord, while thy glorious works I view,
Form thou my heart and soul anew;
Here bid thy purest light to shine,
And beauty glow with charms divine.

HYMN CXXXIV. C. M. The Creation of Man; or, God the searcher of the Heart, Psalm cxxxix.

R. S.

LORD, thy pervading knowledge strikes
Through nature's inmost gloom;

And in thy circling arms I lay

A slumberer in the womb.

2 Thee will I honour, for I stand
A volume of thy skill,
Stupendous are thy works, and they
My contemplations fill.

3 Thine eye beheld me when the speck
Of entity began ;

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And o'er my form, in darkness fram'd,
Thy rich embroid❜ry ran.

4 Th' unfashion'd mass by thee was seen; My structure in thy book

Was plann'd before thy curious moul'd
The future embryo took.

5 How precious are the streaming joys
That from thy love descend!

Would I rehearse their numbers o'er,
Where would their numbers end?

6 Not ocean's countless sands exceed
The blessings of the skies;
With night's descending shades they fall,
With morning splendors rise.
"Thy awful glories round me shine,
66 My flesh proclaims thy praise:
"Lord, to thy works of nature join
"Thy miracles of grace."

HYMN CXXXV. C. M.
A song to Creating Wisdom.

R. S.

1 ETERNAL Wisdom, thee we praise,

Thee the creation sings:

With thy lov'd name, rocks, hills, and seas, And heav'ns high palace rings.

2 Thy hand how wide it spread the sky!
How glorious to behold!

Ting'd with a blue of heav'nly dye,
And starr'd with sparkling gold.

3 Thy glories blaze all nature round,
And strike the gazing sight,
Thro' skies and seas, and solid ground,
With terror and delight.

4 Infinite strength, and equal skill
Shine thro' the worlds abroad;
Our souls with vast amazement fill,
And speak the builder God.

5 But still the wonders of thy grace
Our softer passions move;

Pity divine, in Jesu's face
We see, adore, and love.