Arr. from Frederick M. A. Venua

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2 All nature sings thy boundless love, In worlds below, and worlds above; But in thy blessed word I trace Diviner wonders of thy grace.

3 There Jesus bids my sorrows cease, And gives my laboring conscience peace;

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I Can truth divine fulfillment fail?
Sooner shall star-crowned nature die!
Truth is the very breath of God-
Part of his own eternity.

2 Earth's every pulse may cease to flow,
And every voice be heard no more;
The forest crumble on the mount-
The sea corrupt upon the shore;

3 The moon's supply of light expire, The sun itself grow dense with gloom, And fairer systems, sphered afar,

Dissolving, own the common doom;

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Raises my grateful thoughts on high,

And points to mansions in the sky.

For love like this, O let my song, Through endless years, thy praise.

prolong;

Let distant climes thy name adore,
Till time and nature are no more.
O. Heginbothom

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I God, in the gospel of his Son,

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Makes his eternal counsels known, Where love in all its glory shines, And truth is drawn in fairest lines. Here sinners of a humble frame May taste his grace, and learn his

name;

May read in characters of blood,
The wisdom, power, and grace of God.
Here faith reveals to mortal eyes
A brighter world beyond the skies;
Here shines the light which guides

our way

From earth to realms of endless day.

Long as his being shall endure,

So long the truth his lips proclaim

Remains inviolably sure.

Thomas H. Stockton

To read and mark thy holy word, Its truths with meekness to receive, And by its holy precepts live. Benjamin Beddcme

Louis Von Esch

2 For the grandeur of thy nature

Grand beyond a seraph's thought— For created works of power, [wrought; Works with skill and kindness For thy providence that governs Through thine empire's wide domain, Wings an angel, guides a sparrow;

Blessèd be thy gentle reign.

3 But thy rich, thy free redemption, Dark through brightness all along! Thought is poor, and poor expression: Who dare sing that awful song?

Brightness of the Father's glory,

Shall thy praise unuttered lie?
Fly, my tongue, such guilty silence,
Sing the Lord who came to die.
4 Did archangels sing thy coming?

Did the shepherds learn their lays? Shame would cover me, ungrateful,

Should my tongue refuse to praise. From the highest throne in glory,

To the cross of deepest woe All to ransom guilty captives— Flow, my praise, forever flow!