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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.
At once their various scenes display.
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.
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Our faithful, unchangeable friend,
And neither knows measure nor end :
And trust him for all that's to come.
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.
From men of heart sincere :
Is join'd with holy fear.
And spread thy fame abroad; Let all the song of Adam raise
The honours of their God.