Sing to Jehovah's name,
And in his strength rejoice:
When his salvation is our theme,
Exalted be our voice.
With thanks approach his sight,
And hymns of honor sing;
The Lord's a God of boundless might,
The whole Creation's King.
Earth, with its caverns deep,
Lies in his spacious hand;
He fixed the seas what bounds to keep,
And where the hills must stand.
Come, humble souls, adore,-
Come, kneel before his face;
O may the creatures of his power
Be children of his grace!
HYMN 298.
The living waters flow,
The thirsty soul to cheer;
And fruits of life immortal grow
For those who hunger here.
The dawn of hope and love,
Is seen on earth again;
And he who reigns as Lord above,
In spirit is with men.
Exalted on his throne,
The world shall hear his word;
By one blest name shall he be known
Grace, 'tis a charming sound,
Harmonious to the ear:
Heaven with the echo shall resound,
And all the earth shall hear.
Grace first contrived the way
To save rebellious man;
The means, the wisdom still display
That drew the wondrous plan.
Grace taught my roving feet
To tread the heavenly road;
And new supplies each hour I meet,
While pressing on to God.
Grace all the work shall crown,
Through everlasting days:
It lays in heaven the topmost stone,
And well deserves the praise.
My soul, repeat his praise,
Whose mercies are so great;
Whose kindness to our sinful race,
No change can e'er abate.
By him divinely blest,
Each hour his mercy proves;
Far as the east is from the west,
His love our guilt removes.
High as his holy place
Above the ground we tread,
Sweet is the friendly voice
Which speaks of life and peace;
Which bids the penitent rejoice,
And sin and sorrow cease.
No balm on earth like this
Can cheer the contrite heart;
No flattering dreams of earthly bliss
Such pure delight impart.
Still merciful and kind,
Thy mercy, Lord, reveal:
The broken heart thy love can bind,
The wounded spirit heal.
Thy presence shall restore
Peace to my anxious breast:
Lord, let my steps be drawn no more
From paths which thou hast blessed.
By faith may Jesus dwell
In our believing hearts;
While he that love which none can tell, In streams of grace, imparts.
Then may we comprehend,
With all the saints in light,
And see his boundless grace extend,
And know its depth and height.
Then, filled with every grace,
From strength to strength we'll go, While Jesus shows his smiling face In every scene of woe.
Soon we shall victors be,
And crowns of glory wear;
In endless peace our Captain see,
And dwell forever there.
Our Saviour knows full well
The heart of every saint;
He bids us all our sorrows tell,
And pray, and never faint.
He bows his gracious ear-
We never pray in vain ;
Then let us still his word revere,
And pray, and pray again.
His hand our every tear
Will gently wipe away; For graciously he deigns to hear His people when they pray.
Welcome, sweet day of rest,
That saw the Lord arise;
Welcome to this reviving breast,
And these rejoicing eyes!
Our Lord himself draws near,
To bless his saints to-day;
ait and see him here
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