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s'll render, O my God, all thy kindness shown! .'l visit thine abode, -35 adr is thy throne. che faints that fill thy house, Fr’ings Thall be paid, you

thall my zeal perform the vows :: loul in anguish made.

such is mercy thy deligh,
u ever-blefred Gop!
lear thy servants in thy sight?
w precious is their blood!

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2 Yours is a fad, a dangerous case;
1:9 Be humble and repent:

Mercy, you'll find, tho' e'er lo bafe,
* If truly penitent.
Sinners are sav'd by Jesu's blood,

How vile foe'ér they be;
Eternal life's the gift of God;

And gifts are always free.
4 'Tis not by works of righteousness

Which any man has done;
But God has sent the Sun to bless:
: Return and kiss the Son.

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HYMN 193 SA AFETY UNDER THE CROSS,

ERE at thy crofs, my dying God,

I lay my soul beneath thy love, Beneath the droppings of thy blood,

Jesus, nor fhall it e'er remove. 2 Not all the tyrants think or fay,

With rage and lightning in their eyes, Nor hell fall fright my heart away,

Shou'd hell, with all its legions rise. 3 Shou'd worlds conspire to drive me hence,

Moveless and firm this heart shou'd lie;
Resolv'd (for that's my last defence)
If I must perish, there in die

4 But spaek, my LORD, and calm my fear ;

Am I nor fate beneath thy shade
Thy vengeance will not strike me here,
Nor Satan dares

my

foul invade,

s Yes; I'm fecure beneath thy blood .

And all my foes shall lofe their aim :
Hosanna to my dying God, ".
And my best honours to his name.

H Y M N

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PUBLIC. THANKS FOR PRIVATE

DELIVERANCE.

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THAT sha'l I render, O my God,

For all thy kindness fhown!
My feet shall visit thine abode,

My Songs across thy throne.
2 Amang the saints that fill thy house,

My offrings Thall be paid,
There shall ny zeal perform the vows.

My foul in anguish made.
3. How much is mercy thy deligh,

Thou ever blefled Gop!
How dear thy servants in thy sight:
: How precious: is their blood !..

And warble to che Gilent night. Ich HYMN

4 How happy all thy servants are ! Haw

great thy grace to me! My life, which thou hast made thy care, LORD, I devote to thee.

HYMN 195
PRAISE to GOD THRO' THE WHOLE

OF OUR EXISTENCE.
NOD of my life, thro? all my days,

greateful pow’rs fhall found the
ir praise ; mitol
The song, shall’wake with op'ning light

GMY

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2 When anxious cares would break my reít

, > *And grief wou'd tearmy throbbing breaft

, Thy tuneful praise I'll raise on high

And check the murmur, and the figh. 3. When death o'er nature Niall prevail

, And all the pow'rs of language fail;

Joy thro' my swimming eyes shall break, And nean.che thanks I cannot speak.. 4 But or when thac laft conflict's o'er,

And I am chiainid to fiefh no more,
With what glad accents Mail I rise,
To join the music of the skies !

Soon Shall-l learn th’exalted strains,

Which echo thro the heav'nly pla nas, And epulate, with jog unknown,

The glowing seraphs round thy 'throne.

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ow by the bowels of my Gon,

Hisibarpdistref, his fore complaines, In! By bis dat grones, his dying blood,

9 I charge my foul to love his fainis. i Clanaut and wrath and war be gante,

Envy and spite for ever ceaic,

Les bitter words noinore be know
isuri Among the faiærs, the fons of peace.
3. The fpirit, like a peaceful dove,

Flesfro so the realms of no fe and itrife;
Why ihould we vex and grieveh s love,

il Wha feals our fouls to heav'nly lite? 4 Tender and kind be all our thoughts ;

Thro' all our lives let mercy'run;
So God forgivés our nun'rous faults,
2 For the dear fake of CHRIST his Son.

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