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3 Thus is thy glorious pow'r ador'd
Among the wat’ry nations, Lord !
thou art their fure defence ! Eternal Wisdom is their guide,
their help Omnipotence. 2 Though they through foreign lands should roam,
and breathe the tainted air In burning climates, far from home ;
yet thou, their God, art there. 3 Thy goodness sweetens ev'ry foil,
makes ev'ry country please; Thou on the snowy hills doft smile,
and smooth'st the rugged seas ! 4 When waves on waves, to heav'n uprear'd,
defy'd the pilot's art; When terror in each face appear’d,
and sorrow in each heart; 5 To thee I rais'd my humble pray'r,
to snatch me from the grave ! I found thine ear not flow to hear,
Nor short thine arm to save! 6 Thou gav'st the word--the winds did ceale,
the storins obey'd thy will, The raging sea was hush'd in peace,
and ev'ry wave was still ! 7 For this, my life, in ev'ry state,
a life of praise shall be ; And death, when death shall be my fate,
shall join my soul to thee.
and attend his people's humble cry; Defend them in the needful hour,
and send deliv'rance from on high. 2 In his salvation is our hope,
and in the Name of lfrael's God Our troops shall lift their banners up :
3. Some trust in horses train'd for war,
and some of chariots make their boasts; Our surest expectations are
1 from thee, the Lord of heav'nly hosts ! 4 Then save us, Lord, from flavish fear,
and let our trust be firm' and strong, Till thy salvation fhall appear,
and hymns of peace conclude our fong.
Past mercies teach me where to fly;
When fick ness grieves, and pains ingade. 2 To all the various helps of art
Kindly thy healing pow'r imparts
Unless an Angel blefs'd the wave.
Receive commission all from thee;
But teams with health, when heay'n ordains. 4 Clay and Siloam's hi pool, we find, 3
At heav'n's command restor'd the blind;
To wash a Syrian leper clean.
Grant me to know and do thy will;
And save me from eternal pain.
My crimes, my crimes, arise in view,
And pour the horrors of despair.
My tortur'd breast, my streaming eyes ;
My God, my Father, and my Friend.
Had not tliy Son, vouchsaf'd to bleed ;
Admittance to the Throne of Grace. 9 When fin has shot its poison'd dart,
And conscious guilt corrodes the heart,
His blood is all sufficient found
To draw the shaft, and heal the wound. 10 What arrows pierce so deep as sin ?
What venom gives such pain within ?
Rebuke my pangs, and make me whole. 11 O! if I trust thy sov'reign skill,
And bow submissive to thy will,
our God deserves our song,
are open'd wide in vain,
command them fast again.
and fly, as he commands.
he can our frame restore,
and they are found no more.
“thou ever good and just;
and dry'd my falling tears ;
On the fame.
thee I'Hextol with thankful voice; Restor’d by thine Almighty pow'r, with fear before thee I'll rejoice.
* Isaiah xxxix. 9, &C.
2 With troubles worn, with pain oppress’d,
to thee I cry'd, and thou didst lave; Thou did'st support my sinking hopes,
my life did'it rescue from the grave. 3 Wherefore, ye Saints ! rejoice with me,
with me sing praises to the Lord; Call all his goodness to your mind,
and all his faithfulness record. 4. His anger is but short; his love
which is our life, hath certain stay; Grief may continue for a night,
but joy returns with rising day! 's Then what I vow'd in my distress,
in happier hours I now will give, And strive, that in my grateful verse
his praises may forever live. 6 To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
the blest and undivided Three,
to those in Christ who die!
they reign with him on high.”
or shake at death's alarms? Death's but the servant Jesus sends
to call us to his arms. 3 If sin be pardon'd we're secure,
death hath no sting beside ; The law gave sin its strength and pow'r;
but, Christ, our ransom, died ! 4 The graves of all his faints he bless'a, when in the
grave And rising thence, their hopes he rais'd
to everlasting day! 5 Then joyfully, while life we have,
to Christ, our life, we'll fing « Where is thy victory, O grave ?
" and where, O death, thy sting?"
St, Matth. Chap. x.
Gofweetly the Gospel trumpet found ;
The glorious Jubilee proclaim,
where'er the human race is found. 2 The joyful news to all impart,
and teach them where salvation lies; With care bind up the broken heart,
and wipe the tears from weeping eyes. 3 Be wise as serpents where you go,
but harmless as the peaceful dove, And let your heav'n taught conduct show
that ye're commission'd from above. 4 Freely from me ye have receiv’d,
freely, in love, to others give;
and from St. Matth. xxviii. 18, &c.
“bid the whole earth my grace receive;
“ bid them believe, obey, and live! 2. “I'll make my great commiffion known,
“ and ye shall prove my Gospel true, “By all the works that I have done,
“and all the wonders ye shall do. 3 “Go heal the sick, go raise the dead,
“go cast out devils in my Name; “ Nor let my Prophets be afraid,
“though Greeks reproach, and Jews blaspheme. 4 “While thus ye follow my commands,
“ I'm with you till the world shall end; “ All pow'r is trusted in my hands;
“I can destroy, and can defend.” 5 He spake, and light shone round his head;
on a bright cloud to heav'n he rode! They to the farthest nations spread
the grace of their ascended God. :