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3 Lord, from thy word remove the seal,
Unfold its hidden store;

And as we hear, O may we feel
Its value more and more.

4 Help us to see the Saviour's love
Beaning from every page;

And let the thoughts of joys above
Our inmost souls engage.

5 Thus while thy word our footsteps guides, Shall we be truly blest;

And safe arrive where love provides

An everlasting rest.

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Confession, prayer, and praise.

C. M.

LORD! when we bend before thy throne,

And our confessions pour,

O may we feel the sins we own,
And hate what we deplore.

2 Our contrite spirits pitying see;
True penitence impart :

And let a healing ray from thee
Beam peace into each heart.

8 When we disclose our wants in prayer, O let our wills resign;

And not a thought our bosom share,

Which is not wholly thine.

4 And when with heart and voice we strive Our grateful hymns to raise,

Let love divine within us live,

And fill our souls with praise.

5 Then, on thy glories while we dwell,
Thy mercies we'll review;

With love divine, transported, tell-
Thou, God, art Father too!,

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FATH

Grace, pardon, life.

L. M.

TATHER of heaven, whose love profound
A ransom for our souls hath found,
Before thy throne we sinners bend;
To us thy pard'ning love extend.

2 Almighty Son, incarnate Word,
Our Prophet, Priest, Redeemer, Lord!
Before thy throne we sinners bend;
To us thy saving grace extend.

3 Eternal Spirit, by whose breath
The soul is raised from sin and death,
Before thy throne we sinners bend;
To us thy quick'ning power extend.
4 Jehovah! Father, Spirit, Son,
Mysterious Godhead! Three in One!
Before thy throne we sinners bend;
Grace, pardon, life, to us extend.

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L. M.

True worship everywhere accepted.
THOU, to whom, in ancient time,

The psalmist's sacred harp was strung,
Whom kings adored in song sublime,

And prophets praised with glowing tongue :

2 Not now on Zion's height alone

The favour'd worshipper may dwell,
Nor where, at sultry noon, thy Son
Sat weary by the patriarch's well.
3 From every place below the skies,
The grateful song, the fervent prayer,
The incense of the heart, may rise

To heaven, and find acceptance there.
40 thou, to whom, in ancient time,
The holy prophet's harp was strung;
To thee, at last, in every clime,

Shall temples rise, and praise be sung.

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L. M.

God seen in his works.

THERE is a God-all nature speaks,
Through earth, and air, and sets, and skies;
See from the clouds his glory breaks,
When earliest beams of morning rise.
2 The rising sun, serenely bright,
Throughout the world's extended frame,
Inscribes, in characters of light,

His mighty Maker's glorious name.
8 Ye curious minds, who roam abroad,
And trace creation's wonders o'er,
Confess the footsteps of your God;
Bow down before him and adore.

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The heavens declare His glory.

L. M.

With all the blue ethereal sky,
spacious firmament on high,
And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
Their great Original proclaim:

The' unwearied sun, from day to day,
Doth his Creator's power display,
And publishes to every land

The work of an Almighty Hand.

2 Soon as the evening shades prevail,
The moon takes up the wondrous tale,
And nightly, to the list'ning earth,
Repeats the story of her birth;

While all the stars that round her burn,
And all the planets in their turn,
Confirm the tidings as they roll,

And spread the truth from pole to pole.

3 What, though in solemn silence all
Move round the dark terrestrial ball;
What, though no real voice nor sound
Amid the radiant orbs be found;
In reason's ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice;
Forever singing as they shine,
The Hand that made us is divine.

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C. M.

All His works praise Him. HERE seems a voice in every gale, A tongue in every flower,

THERE

Which tells, O Lord, the wondrous tale
Of thy almighty power;

The birds that rise on quiv'ring wing,
Proclaim their Maker's praise,

And all the mingling sounds of spring
To thee an anthem raise.

2 Shall I be mute, great God, alone
'Midst nature's loud acclaim?
Shall not my heart, with answ'ring tone,
Breathe forth thy holy name?

All nature's debt is sinall to mine,
Nature shall cease to be;

Thou gavest-proof of love divine-
Immortal life to me.

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His Name is glorious.

LMIGHTY Maker, God,

A How glorious is thy Name;

S. M.

Thy wonders how diffused abroad,
Throughout creation's frame.

2 In native white and red

The rose and lily stand,

And, free from pride, their beauties spread,
To show thy skilful hand.

3 The lark mounts up the sky,
With unambitious song;

And bears her Maker's praise on high,
Upon her artless tongue.

4 Fain would I rise and sing
To my Creator too;

Fain would my heart adore my King,
And give him praises due.

5 Let joy and worship spend
The remnant of my days:
And to my God my soul ascend,
In sweet perfumes of praise.

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C. M.

Heaven and earth are full of His glory. TERNAL Wisdom! thee we praise, Thee the creation sings:

With thy loved name, rocks, hills, and seas, And heaven's high palace, rings.

2 Thy hand, how wide it spreads the sky, How glorious to behold!

Tinged with a blue of heavenly dye,
And starr'd with sparkling gold.

3 There thou hast bid the globes of light
Their endless circuits run:
There the pale planet rules the night;
The day obeys the sun.

4 Thy glories blaze all nature round,
And strike the wond'ring sight,
Through skies, and seas, and solid ground,
With terror and delight.

5 Infinite strength, and equal skill,
Shine through thy works abroad:
Our souls with vast amazement fill,
And speak the builder God!

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