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O Lord our Lord how excellent! Ps. viii. 1.

Old Version.

O God our Lord, how wonderful

Are thy works ev'ry where! Thy fame surmounts in dignity

The highest heav'ns that are.

Ev'n by the mouth of tender babes
Thou wilt confound thy foes;

For in those babes thy might is seen,
Thy graces they disclose.

And when I see the heav'ns above,
The works of thy own hand;

The sun, and moon, and all the stars,
In order as they stand.

Lord! what is man, that thou of him

Tak'st such abundant care?
Or what the son of man, whom thou

To visit dost not spare?

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Who through faith subdued kingdoms. Heb. xi. 33.

O, for an overcoming faith,

To cheer my dying hours!
To triumph o'er the monster death,

And his terrific pow'rs.

Joyful, with all the strength I have,
My quiv'ring lips shall sing;

** Where is thy boasted vict'ry grave?
And where's the monster's sting?

If sin be pardon'd, I'm secure,
Death hath no sting beside;

The law condemns, I feel its pow'r,
But Christ my ransom died.

Now, to the God of victory,

Immortal thanks be paid;
Who makes us conqu'rors while we live,

Through Christ, our living head.

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I will love thee O Lord my strength! Ps. xviii. 1.

Old Version.

O God, my strength and fortitude,

Of force I must love thee; Thou art my castle and defence,

In my necessity.

The Lord descended from above,

And bowed the heav'ns most high:

And underneath his feet he cast
The darkness of the sky.

On cherubs and on cherubim,

Full royally he rode;
And on the wings of mighty winds,

Came flying all abroad.

Who then is God except the Lord?

Other there sure is none; Or who is the Omnipotent,

Saving our God alone?

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Praise ye the Lord. Ps. cxxxv. 1. Old Version.

O praise the Lord, praise ye his name,
Praise him with one accord;

O praise him still, all ye that be
The servants of the Lord.

O praise him, ye that stand and see

The glory of the Lord;
Ye of his court and of his house,

Praise him with one accord.

Praise ye the Lord, for he is good,

Sing praises to his name; It is a sweet and pleasant thing,

His praises to proclaim.

The Lord most surely will avenge
His people with all speed;

And to his servants he will show
Favour in time of need.

HYMN LXIII.

Pray without ceasing. 1 Theas. v. 17.

Pray'b is the soul's sincere desire,

Utter'd or unexprest; The motion of an hidden fire

That trembles in the breast.

Pray'r is the burden of a sigh,

The falling of a tear;
The upward glancing of an eye,

When none but God is near.

Pray'r is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try;

Pray'r, the sublimest strains that reach The Majesty on high.

Pray'r is the christian's vital breath;

The christian's native air; His watchword at the gate of death;

He enters heav'n with pray'r.

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