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That sav'd, we may thy goodness feel,
3. Thy goodness and thy truth, to me,
Where all our thoughts are drown'd.
5. Faithful, O Lord, thy mercies are,
6. Throughout the universe it reigns
And while the truth of God remains,
Hymn 313. P. M.
'LL praise my Maker whilst I've breath, and when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler pow'rs: My days of praise shall ne'er be past, Whilst life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures.
2. Happy the man whose hopes rely On Israel's God who made the sky,
And earth, and seas, with all their train: His truth for ever stands secure ! He saves th' oppress'd, he feeds the poor, And none shall find his promise vain. 3. The Lord pours eye-sight on the blind; The Lord supports the fainting mind:
He sends the lab'ring conscience peace ;
He helps the stranger in distress,
And grants the pris'ner sweet release. 4. I'll praise him while he lends me breath, And when my voice is lost in death,
Praise shall employ my nobler pow'rs: My days of praise shall ne'r be past Whilst life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures.
Hymn 314. L. M.
RAISE ye the Lord! 'tis good to raise
His nature and his works invite
To make this duty our delight.
2. He form'd the stars, those heav'nly flames;
4. He makes the grass the hills adorn;
‹6. But saints are lovely in his sight,
Hymn 315. c. M.
MY Saviour, my almighty friend,
When I begin thy praise,
Where will the growing numbers end,
2. Thou art my everlasting trust,
Send down thy grace, O blessed Lord,
3. My feet shall travel all the length
And march with courage in thy strength
And entertain the darkest hours,
Hymn 316. L. M.
HIS is the God whom we adore, Our faithful unchangeable Friend; Whose love is as great as his pow'r,
And neither knows measure nor end. 3. 'Tis Jesus, the "First and the Last," Whose Spirit shall guide us safe home; We'll praise him for all that is past, And trust him for all that's to come.
Hymn 317. P. M.
THOU God of my salvation,
Where shall I thy praise begin?
2. Whilst the angel-choirs are crying: "Glory to the great I AM!" I with them would still be vying, Glory, glory to the Lamb! O how precious
Is the sound of Jesu's name!
3. Now I see, with joy and wonder,
Down to all, to me it flows.
4. Though unseen, I love the Saviour, He almighty grace hath shown; Pardon'd guilt, and purchas'd favour! This he makes to mortals known : Give him glory,
Glory, glory is his own.
5. Angels now are hov'ring round us, Unperceiv'd they mix the throng, Wond'ring at the love that crown'd us, Glad to join the holy song: Hallelujah!
Love and praise to Christ belong.
Hymn 318. P. M.
E boundless realms of joy, Extol your Maker's fame! His praise your songs employ, Above the starry frame! Your voices raise, ye Cherubim, And Seraphim, to sing his praise. . Thou moon that rul'st the night, And sun that guid'st the day; Ye glitt'ring stars of light, To him your homage pay!
His praise declare, ye heav'ns above, And clouds which move in liquid air. 3. Let earth her tribute give,
And magnify his name,
His wondrous pow'r proclaim!
4. His chosen saints to grace,
He sets them up on high;
Who still to him are nigh:
Ye, therefore, raise, your grateful voice,
Hymn 319. c. M.
God my only happiness. Psal. lxxiii. 25. ·
M My everlasting all,
Y God, my portion, and my love,
I've none but thee in heav'n above,
2. What empty things are all the skies,
There's nothing here deserves my joys,
3. In vain the bright, the burning sun
'Tis thy sweet beam creates my noon;
4. And whilst upon my restless be d
If my Redeemer shows his head,
5. To thee we owe our wealth, and friends,