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5 He shall obtain the starry crown;
And, number'd with the saints above, The God of his salvation own,
The God of his salvation love. 81
Maker and my King,
Whence all my blessings flow, 2 The creature of thy hand,
On thee alone I live;
More praise than I can give. 30 let thy grace inspire
My soul with strength divine; Let all my powers to thee aspire,
And all my days be thine. 82
Or heaven and earth in order stood,
From everlasting thou art God. 9 A thousand ages, in their flight,
With thee are as a fleeting day; Past, present, future, to thy sight
At once their various scenes display. 8 But our brief life's a shadowy dream,
A passing thought, that soon is o'er,
And fills the musing mind no more.
Where life and bliss shall never end.
sa thee ;
The notice of thine eye.
My rising and my rest,
The secrets of my breast.
Before they're form'd within,
Tlou know'st the sense I mean,
Where can a creature hide! Within thy circling arms I lie,
Beset on every side.
And like a bulwark prove,
Secured by gov'reign love. 84
And every action see.
Fly through the trackless air,
The presence would be there.
Conceal'd by darkest night;
Can bring it all to light.
4 Search thou our hearts, and there destroy
Each secret bosom sin,
That we may enter in. 85
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Our faithful, unchangeable friend,
And neither knows measure nor end :
And trust him for all that's to come. 86
Your hearts and voices in his praise :
6 But saints are lovely in his sight;
He looks, and loves his image there. 87
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Who would not give his heart to thee!
Jesus, lover of mankind,
With all his strength, to thee unite ! 2 Thou shin'st with everlasting rays; Before the insufferable blaze
Angels with both wings veil their eyes ;
Diffusive as thy sun's, arise.
Terrible majesty is thine !
Thou sweetly ord'rest all that is; And yet thou deign'st to come to me, And guide my steps, that I, with theo
Enthroned, may reign in endless bliss.
, ! Justice and truth before thee stand: Yet, nearer to thy sacred throne,
Mercy withholds thy lifted hand.
2 Each evening shows thy tender love; Each rising morn thy plenteous grace : Thy wakend wrath doth slowly move;
Thy willing mercy flies apace. 3 To thy benign, indulgent care,
Father, this light, this breath we owe; And all we have, and all we are,
From thee, great Source of being, flow. 4 Thrice Holy! thine the kingdom is,
The power omnipotent is thine; And when created nature dies,
Thy never-ceasing glories shine. 89
And raise the poor that fail.
Thou giv'st the mourner rest. 3 Thou know'st the pains thy servants feel
Thou hear`st thy children's cry; And their best wishes to fulfil,
Thy grace is ever nigh. 4 Thy merey never shall remove
From men of heart sincere : Thou sav'st the souls whose humble love
Is join'd with holy fear. 6 My lips shall dwell upon thy praise,
And spread thy fame abroad; Let all the sons of Adam raise
The honours of their God.