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Where the Godhead shines confcss'd,
Glory be,& 4 Mark the wonders of his hand!
Pow'r, no empire can withstand;
Glory be,&c. 5 Awful Being! from thy throne
Send thy promis'd blessings down
Glory be, &c.
(11.) S. M.
And hymns of glory sing!
The universal King.
He gave the seas their bound;
And all the solid ground.
Come, bow before the Lord.
He form’d us by his word. 4 To day attend his voice,
Nor dare provoke his rod;
And own your gracious God! 51.
(14.) C. M.
How bright thy bounties are!
9 But in the nobler work of
And ev'ry fear beg uiles!
To thee my thanks shall rise,
Or ev’ning veils the skies. 4 When glimm’ring life resigns its flame,
Thy praise shall tune my breath. The sweet remembrance of thy name
Shall gild the shades of death. 5 But, oh! how blest my song shall rise,
When freed from feeble clay,
In one eternal day.
Through yon ethereal plains,
Or raise sublimer strains.
(17.) C. M. i LONG as I live, I'll bless thy name,
God of love!
In the bright world above. 2 Great is the Lord, his pow'r unknown,
And let his praise be great:
Thy works of grace repeat. 3 Thy grace shall dwell upon my tongue;
And, while my lips rejoice,
Shall join their cheerfud voice. 4 Fathers to sons shall teach thy name, And children learn thy ways;
Ages to come thy truth proclaim,
And nations sound thy praise. 5 Thy glorious deeds of ancient date,
Shall through the world be known: Thine arm of pow'r, thy heav'nly stato,
With public splendour shown. 6 The world is manag’d by thy hands,
Thy saints are rul'd by love; And thine eternal kingdom stands,
Tho'rocks and hills remove. 53.
(22.) S. M.
Let all within me join,
Whose favours are divine. 2 O bless the Lord, my soul!
Nor let his mercies lie Forgotten in unthankfulness,
And without praises die. 3 'Tis he forgives thy sins;
'Tis he relieves thy pain; 'Tis he that heals thy sicknesses,
And gives thee strength again. 4 He crowns thy life with love,
When rescu'd from the grave, He, that redeem'd our souls from death,
Hath boundless pow'r to save. 5 He fills the poor with good;
He gives the sufførers rest.
And mercy for th’ oppress'd. 6 His wondrous works and ways
He made by Moses known; But sent the world his truth and grade By his beloved Son.
(24.) L. M.
Amidst the bounties of thy hand.
How rich, how various, and how fair! 2 But O! what poor returns I make!
What lifeless thanks I pay thee back!
My off'rings scarce deserve the name. 3 Fain would my lab’ring heart devise
To bring some nobler saerifice.
What shall I render to my God? * To him I consecrate my praise,
And vow the remnant of my days.
Worthy such gifts from such a friend? . In deep abasement, Lord, I see
My emptiness and poverty.
And make me worthier to be thine.
That heav'n may echo with my song..
The joy of long eternity. 55.
S. M. God all, and in all, Psalm lxxiii. 25, 1 My God, my life, my love,
To thee, to thee, I call,
For thou art all in all.
This dungeon where I dwell; Tis paradise when thou art here, If thou depart, 'tis hell.
3 To thee, and thee alone,
The angels owe their bliss;
And dwell where Jesus is.
4 Not all the harps above
Can make a heavenly place, If God his residence remove,
Or but conceal his face.
5 Nor earth, nor all the sky
Can one delight afford, No, not a drop of real joy,
Without thy presence, Lord. 6 To thee my spirits fly
With infinite desire,
Dear Jesus raise me nigher. 56.
Chap. v. 8, 9. 1 Pet. iii. 22.
How high thy wonders rise! Known through the earth by thousand signs,
By thousands through the skies.
Their motions speak thy skill,
We read thy patience still.
To save rebellious worms,
To see what God performs.
The dying Son atones;