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Thrice holy, Lord! the angels cry:
Thrice holy, let us sing. 2 Holy is he in all his works,
And saints are his delight;
Are hateful in his sight.
Pay, O my soul, to God;
To his sublime abode.
From all pollution free;
That I thy face may see. 29.
(44.) C. M.
He sees our inmost mind.
And leave our souls behind.
With honour can appear.
Through the disguise they wear. 3 Their lifted eyes salute the skies,
Their bended knees the ground : But God abhors the sacrifice,
Where not the heart is found. Lord! search my thoughts, and try my ways
And make my soul sincere: Then shall I stand before thy face,
And find acceptance there. 30.
(46.) C. M.
God no respecter of persons. · WITH eye impartial, heav’n’s high King
Surveys each human tribe;
No earthly pomp nis eyes can charm,
Nor wealth his favour bribe.
His pow'rful hand did frame;
Their common Parent claim,
Your great Superior own;
Your homage at his throne.
And banish ev'ry fear: The God you serve will ne'er forsake
The man of heat sincere. 31.
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God faithful. 1 THE promises I sing,
Which love supreme hath spoker
Abides so sure.
2 T'he mountains melt away,
When once the Judge appears;
But still the same,
Through all the flame. $ Their harmony shall sound
Thro' my attentive ears,
Midst all the shock Of that dread scene, l'll stand serene,
Thy word my rock. 32.
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Unmerited and free,
And help our misery.
Thou dost with sinners bear";
And all thy grace declare.
To ev'ry soul abound; A vast unfathomable sea,
Where all our thoughts are drc ni po 4 Its streams the whole creation rean,
So plenteous is the store; Enough for all, enough for each,
Enough for evermore. 5 Faithful, O Lord, thy mereies are;
A rock which cannot move: A thousand promises declare
Thy constancy of love.
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God is love.
I *My God, thy boundless love I praise;
How bright on high its glories blaze, How sweetly bloom below! It streams from t: eternal throne; Through heavy joys for ever run, And o'er the earth they flow.
2 'Tis love that paints the purple morn,
Their genial drops distil;
And glides in every rill.
Whose sweets perfume the gale; Its bounties richly spread the plain, The blushing fruit, the golden grain,
And smile on ev'ry vale. 4 But in thy mospel see it shive With grace and glories more divine,
Proclaiming sins forgiv'n. There faith, bright cherub, points the way To realms of everlasting day,
And opens all her heav'n.
And ardent gratitude;
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God gracious to all. 1 SWEET is the mem?ry of thy grace,
O God, my heav'nly King! Let age to age thy righteousness
In sounds of glory sing. 2 God reigns on high, but not confines
His goodness to the skies. Through the whole earth his bounty shines,
And ev'ry want supplics.
On thee for daily food;
And fills their mouths with good.
4 How kind are thy compassions, Lord!
How slow thine anger moves!
To cheer the souls he loves.
Thy pow'r and praise proclaim;
Delight to bless thy name. 35.
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God's mercies unutterable. 1 OUR souls with pleasing wonder view
The bounties of thy grace; How much bestow'd, how much reserv'd,
For those that seek thy face.
Oft makes their cup run o'er;
They find diviner store.
their souls renews; Here hope, and love, and joy, and peaco
Their heav'nly beams diffuse.
Are lodg'd in worlds to come!
How happy is their home!
Or how such goodness own? But’tis our joy, that, Lord, to thee
Thy servants' hearts are known. 6 Since time's too short, all-gracious God,
To utter half thy praise;
Eternal hymns we'll raise. 36. (56.) S. M.
God's mercy great and eternal. 1 MY soul, repeat his praise, Whose mercies are so great;