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4 Our youth decay'd, his pow'r repairs,
His mercy crowns our growing years;
And fills our mouth with heav'nly food. 5
Let the whole earth his pow'r confefs,
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1:57: SIGHT OF GOD AND CHRIST IN HEAVEN.
· Descend from heav'n, immortal Dove,
Stoop down and take us on thy wings, And mount, and bear us far above
The reach of these inferior things. 2 O for a fight, a pleasing sight,
Of our Almighty Father's throne !
Cloth'd in a body like our own. 3 Adoring faints around him stand,
And thrones and pow'rs before him fall;
And sheds sweet glories on them all. 4 When shall the day, dear Lord, appear,
That we shall mount to dwell above,
E NCOURAG'D by thy word
Of promise to the poor,
Waits at thy mercy's door!
Relief from men to gain,
I know thou would'st disdain :
3 I have no right to say,
That tho' I now am poor,
When I poffeffed more.
As beggars often do,
5 'Twere folly to pretend
I never beg'd before;
I'll trouble thee no more.
For such a dog as I,
My soul can satisfy.
Thy bounty to conceal
Their wants and hunger feel.
Our thoughts and ways transcend,
Above the earth extend.
We are met in thy dear name; In the midft do thou appear, Manifeft thy prefence here: Sanctifyius, LORD, and bless, Breathe thy Spirit, give thy peace: Come, descend, celestial Dove,
Make this time a time of love.
Let us in thy bowels found;
Full of goodness, full of thee. 3 Make us all in thee compleat,
Make us all for glory meet;
GOD OUR CREATOR AND BENEFACTOR.
MY Maker and my King, ,
To thee my all I owe; Thy sov’reign bounty is the spring
From whence my blessings now.. 2 Thou ever good and kind,
A thousand reasons move, A thousand obligations bind
My heart to grateful love.. 3 The creature of thy hand,
On thee alone I live
More praise than life can give. 4 O! what can I impart,
When all is thine before? Thy love, demands a thankful heart;
The gift, alas! how poor ! 5 Shall I withhold thy due?
And shall my passions rove? LORD, form this wretched heart anew,
And fill it with thy love. 6 O let thy gracę inspire
My soul with strength divine, Let all my pow'rs to thee aspire,
And albmy days be thine,