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Here thy waiting people see,
Much of heav'n, and much of thee.
Bliss, that softens all our woes,
Warms cur hearts with pure desire.
Here thou mak'st thy glories known;
Taste thy love, and sing thy praise.
We our happy lives employ;
Hymn 9. L. M.
Weary Souls Invited to Rest.
Come and accept the promis'd rest;
And cast your gloomy fears away.
l; Divine compassion, mighty love,
Will all the painful load remove.
To cleanse your guilt, and heal your woes;
How rich the gift, how free the grace! 4 Lord, we accept with thankful heart,
The hope thy gracious words impart;
And bless the kind inviting voice.
Confirm our faith, our fears remove;
May that sweet influence in each breast,
Hymn 10. L. M.
Christ the Wisdom of God. 1 Happy the man who finds the grace,
The blessing of God's chosen race,
The faith that sweetly works by love. 2 Happy beyond description he,
Who knows, “ The Saviour died for me,"
And heavenly understanding gains. 3 Wisdom divine ! who tells the price
Of wisdom's costly merchandize !
And gold is dross compar'd to her. 4 Her bands are fill'd with length of days,
True riches and immortal praise,
And honour that descends from God. 5 To purest joys she all invites,
Chaste, holy, spiritual delights :
And all her flowery paths are peace. 6 Happy the man who wisdom gains,
Thrice happy_who his guest retains ;
Hymn 11. C. M.
1 Praise ye the Lord, y' immortal choir,
That fills the realms above :
Praise him who form'd you of his fire,
And feeds you with his love.
The floor of his abode;
Before your brighter God.
Whose beams create our days,
To own your borrow'd rays.
Through the ethereal blue;
He makes his wheels of you. 5 Thunder and hail, and fires and storms,
The troops of his command,
And speak his awful hand.
6 Shout to the Lord, ye surging seas,
In your eternal roar;
And shore reply to shore.
In scaly silver shine,
And lash the foaming brine.
To softer notes than these ;
Or whisp'ring through the trees.
To him that bids you grow;
10 Let the shrill birds his honors raise,
And climb the morning sky;
In hoarser harmony. 11 Thus while the meaner creatures sing,
Ye mortals take the sound;
Through all the nations round.
Hymn 12. C. M.
Praise to the Creator. 1 Hail, Father whose creating call,
Unnumber'd worlds attend,
Whom none can comprehend : 2 In light unsearchable enthron'd,
Which angels dimly see,
And foremost of the three.
The Son thine offspring flow'd
As everlasting God.
Nor quite on earth conceald: By wond'rous unexhausted love,
To mortal man reveald. 5 Supreme and all-sufficient God,
When nature shall expire, -- And worlds created by thy nod,
Shall perish by thy fire.
By creatures without end,
And Spirit comprehend:
Hymn 13. C. M.
The Attributes of God.
How bright thy wonders rise !
By thousands through the skies.
Those motions speak thy skill;
We read thy patience still.
To save rebellious worms,
In their divinest forms ;
Nor dares the creature guess
The justice or the grace.
Adorn the heav'nly plains;
And try their choicest strains.
In that immortal song!
Praise to God.
Ere shines the dawn of rising day