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3 Here the whole Deity is known,
Nor dares a creature guess
Which of the glories brightest shone,
The juftice or the grace!
Now the full glories of the Lamb
Adorn the heav'nly plains,
Bright feraphs learn Immanuel's name,
And try their choicest strains.

4 O may I bear fome humble part
In that immortal fong!

Wonder and joy fhall tune my heart,
And love command my tongue.
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghoft,
Who fweetly all agree

To fave a world of finners loft,
Eternal glory be.

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WHAT fhall I do my Saviour to praife!
So faithful and true, fo plenteous in grace!
So ftrong to deliver, fo good to redeem
The weakest believer that hangs upon him!
2 How happy the man whofe heart is fet free,
The people that can be joyful in thee!
Their joy is to walk in the light of thy face,
And fill they are talking of Jefus's grace.

3 Their daily delight fhall be in thy name,
They hall, as their right, thy righteoufnels claim;
Thy righteoufnefs wearing, and cleans'd by thy
blood,

Bold all they appear in the prefence of God.

4 For thou art their boaft, their glory, and pow'r; And I alfo truft to fee the glad hour.

My foul's new creation, a life from the dead;
The day of falvation that lifts up my head.

5 For Jefus, my Lord, is now my defence;
I truit in his word, none plucks me from thence;
Since I have found favour, he all things will do:
My King and my Saviour fhall make me anew.
Yes, Lord, I fhall fee the blifs of thine own,
Thy fecret to me all foon be made known:
For forrow and fadnets 1 joy fhall receive,
And fhare in the gladnefs of all that believe.

HYMN CLII.

1 I't praife my Maker while I've breath,

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And when my voice is loft in death,

Praife fhall employ my nobler pow'rs; My days of praife fhall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures,

2 Happy the man whofe hopes rely
On Ifrael's God; he made the sky,

And earth, and feas, with all their train
His truth for ever ftands fecure!
He faves th' oppreft, he feeds the poor,

And none fhall find his promife vain.
3 The Lord pours eye-fight on the blind;.
The Lord fupports the fainting mind:
He fends the lab'ring confcience peace,
He helps the ftranger in diftrefs,
The widows and the fatherless,

And grants the pris'ner fweet release.

4 I'll praife him while he lends me breath,
And when my voice is loft in death,
Praife hall employ my nobler pow'rs:
My days of praife shall ne'er be paft,
While life, and thought, and being laft,
Or immortality endures.

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HYMN CLIII.

PRAISE ye the Lord! 'tis good to raife

Your hearts and voices in his praife:
His nature and his works invite
To make this duty our delight.

2 He form'd the ftars, those heav'nly flames;
He counts their number, calls their names
His wildom's vaft, and knows no bound,
A deep, where all our thoughts are drown'd!
3 Sing to the Lord! exalt him high,
Who fpreads his clouds around the sky;
There he prepares the fruitful rain,
Nor lets the drops descend in vain.
4 He makes the grafs the hills adorn,
And clothes the fmiling fields with corn:
The beafts with food his hands fupply,
And the young ravens when they cry.
5 What is the creature's skill or force,
The sprightly man, or warlike horse?
The piercing wit, the active limb,
All are too mean delights for him.
6 But faints are lovely in his fight,
He views his children with delight!
He fees their hope, he knows their fear;
And looks, and loves his image there.

HYMN CLIV.

How do thy mercies close me round,

For ever be thy name ador'd!
I blush in all things to abound:
The fervant is above his Lord!
2 Inur'd to poverty and pain,

A fuff'ring life my Mafter led;
The Son of God, the Son of Man,

He had not where to lay his head. 3 But lo! a place he hath prepar'd

For me, whom watchful angels keep;
Yea, he himself becomes my guard ;
He fmooths my bed, and gives me fleep.
4 Jefus protects; my fears be gone:
What can the Rock of Ages move?
Safe in thy arms I lay me down,
Thy everlasting arms of love.
While thou art intimately nigh,
Who, who shall violate my reft?
Sin, earth, and hell, I now defy;
I lean upon my Saviour's breaft.
6 I reft beneath th' Almighty fhade,

My griefs expire, my troubles ceafe;
Thou, Lord, on whom my foul is ftaid,
Wilt keep me still in perfect peace.
7 Me for thine own thou lov't to take,
In time and in eternity:

Thou never, never wilt forfake

A helpless worm that trufts in thee.

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HYMN CLV.

Hou, my God, art good and wife,
And infinite in pow'r :

Thee, let all in earth and fkics
Continually adore!

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Give me thy converting grace,
That I may obedient prove,
Serve my Maker all my days,
And my Redeemer love.

2 For my life, my clothes, and food,
And ev'ry comfort here,
Thee, my moft indulgent God,
I thank with heart fincere;
For the bleffings numberless
Which thou haft already giv'n,
For my fmallest spark of grace,
And for my hope of heav'n.
3 Gracious God, my fins forgive,
And thy good Sp'rit impart,
Then I fhall in thee believe
With all my loving heart;
Always unto Jefus look,

Him in heav'nly glory fee,
Who my caufe hath undertook,
And ever prays for me.

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4 Grace in asfwer to this prayer,
And ev'ry grace bestow,

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That I may with zealous care
Perform thy will below.
Rooted in humility,

Still in ev'ry ftate refign'd,
Plant, Almighty Lord, in me-
A meek and lowly mind.

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HYMN CLVI.

GOD of all grace,

Thy goodnefs we praife,

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Thy Son thou haft given to die in our place s With joy we approve

The defign of thy love,

'Tis a wonder on earth, and a wonder above.

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