3 A gentle stream of hope and love
To us shall ever flow;

It issues from His throne above,
It cheers His Church below.

4 When earth and hell against us came,
He spake, and quelled their powers:
The Lord of Hosts is still the same:
The God of grace is ours.

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ALL ye people, clap your hands,
And with triumphant voices sing!
No force the mighty power withstands
Of God, the universal King.

2 He shall opposing nations quell,

And with success our battles fight;
Shall fix the place where we must dwell,
The pride of Jacob, His delight.

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3 God is gone up, our Lord and King,
With shouts of joy, and trumpet sound;
To Him repeated praises sing,

And let the cheerful song rebound.
4 Your utmost skill in praise be shewn,
For Him who all the world commands;
Who sits upon His righteous throne,
And spreads His sway o'er heathen lands.

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And let His praise be great:

He makes the Church His own abode,
His most delightful seat.

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2 The temples of His grace,
How beautiful they stand!
The honour of our native place,
The bulwarks of our land!

3 In Sion God is known,
A refuge in distress;

How bright has His salvation shone
Through all her palaces!

4 Oft have our fathers told,

Our have often seen,

eyes

How well our God secures the fold
Where His own sheep have been !

5 In every new distress

We'll to His house repair,

To think upon His wondrous grace,
And seek deliverance there.

WITHDRAW not, Lord, Thy help,

cast me from Thy sight;

Nor let Thy Holy Spirit take
His everlasting flight.

2 The joy Thy favour gives,
Let me again obtain ;
And Thy free Spirit's firm support
My fainting soul sustain.

3 So I Thy righteous ways

To sinners will impart ;

Whilst my advice shall wicked men

To Thy just laws convert.

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By God most highly prized;
By Him a humble contrite heart
Shall never be despised.

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1 CHEW pity, Lord: O Lord, forgive!

Let a repenting sinner live

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Are not Thy mercies large and free? May not the guilty trust in Thee? 2 O wash my soul from every sin, And make my guilty conscience clean; Great God, Thy nature hath no bound, So let Thy pardoning love be found. 3 My lips with shame my sins confess, Against Thy law, against Thy grace; Lord, should Thy judgments grow severe, I am condemned, but Thou art clear. 4 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord, Whose hope still hovering round Thy word, Would light on some sweet promise there, Some sure support against despair.

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GOD, my heart is fixed, 'tis bent,
Its thankful tribute to present;
And with my heart my voice I'll raise,
To Thee, my God, in songs of praise.
2 Awake, my glory, harp and lute,
No longer let your strings be mute;
And I, my tuneful part to take,
Will with the early dawn awake.

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3 Thy praises, Lord, I will resound
To all the listening nations round :
Thy mercy highest heaven transcends,
Thy truth beyond the clouds extends.
4 Be Thou, O God, exalted high;
And as Thy glory fills the sky,
So let it be on earth displayed,
Till Thou art here, as there, obeyed.

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me dies,

HEN overwhelmed with grief,
My heart within
Helpless and far from all relief,
To heaven I lift mine eyes.

2 O lead me to the rock

That's high above my head,
And make the covert of Thy wings
My shelter and my shade!

3 Within Thy presence, Lord,
For ever I'll abide ;

Thou art the tower of my defence,
The refuge where I hide.

1 GOD, my God, my all Thou art!
Ere shines the dawn of rising day,
Thy sovereign light within my heart,
Thine all-enlivening beams display.
2 O Lord, within Thy sacred gates,
Where I so oft have sought for Thee,
Again my longing spirit waits

That fulness of delight to see.

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3 In blessing Thee with thankful songs
My happy life shall glide away;
The praise that to Thy Name belongs
Daily with lifted hands I'll

pay.

4 More dear than life itself, Thy love
My heart and tongue shall still employ :
Thy love to sing, Thy grace to prove,
Be this my glory, peace, and joy.

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OR Thee, O God, our constant praise
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Our promised altars there we'll raise,

And all our zealous vows complete. 2 O Thou, who to my humble prayer

Didst always bend Thy listening ear,
To Thee shall all mankind repair,

And at Thy gracious throne appear.
3 Our sins, though numberless, in vain
To stop Thy flowing mercy try;
Whilst Thou o'erlook'st the guilty stain,
And washest out the crimson dye.
4 Blest is the man who near Thee placed
Within Thy sacred dwelling lives;

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Whilst we at humbler distance taste
The vast delights Thy temple gives.

O bless Thy chosen race,

In mercy, Lord, incline;

And cause the brightness of Thy face
On all Thy saints to shine.

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