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3 Here the whole Deity is known,

Nor dares a creature guess
Which of the glories brightest Thone,

The justice or the grace!
Now the full glories of the Lamb

Adorn the heav'nly plains,
Bright seraphs learn Immanuel's name,

And try their choiceft strains.
may I bear fome bumble part

In that immortal fong!
Wonder and joy fhall tunie ray heart,

And love command my tongue.
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghoft,

Who sweetly all agree
To save a world of finners loft,

Eternal glory be.





WHAT shall I do my Saviour to praile! So faithful and true, fo plenteous in grace !" So strong to deliver, fo good to redeem

The weakest believer that hangs upon him! 2. How happy the man whose heart is set 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 Jesus's grace. 3 Their daily delight Thall be in thy name,

They thall, as their right, thy righteousness claim; Tby righteousness wearing and cleans'd by thý

blood, Bold Mall they appear in the presence of God.

4 For thou art their boast, their glory, and pow's;

And I also trust to see the glad hour.
My soul's new crcation, a life from the dead;

The day of salvation that lifts up my head.
5 For Jesus, my Lord, is now my defence; ";

I cruit 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. 6 Yes, Lord, I shall see the bliss of thine own,

Thy secret to me fall foon be made known :
For sorrow and sadness 1 joy shall receive,
And hare in the gladness of all that believe.


i l'eż praise my Maker while I've breach, And when my voice is lost in death,

Praise Mall employ my nobler pow'rs; My days of praise shall ne'er be past, while life, and thought, and being last,

Or immortality endures,
% Harpy the man whose hopes rely
On Ifrael's God; he made the sky,

And carth, and seas, with all their train :
His truth for ever stands fecure !
He saves th' opprest, he feeds the poor,

And none hall find his promise vain, 3 The Lord pouřs eye-sight on the blind;. The Lord Tupports the fainting mind :

He iends the labyring conscience peace,
He helps the stranger in distress,
The widows and the fatherless,

And grants the pris’ne: sweet release,

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4 I'll praise him while he lends me breath,
And when my voice is loft in death,

Praise fall er ploy my nobler pow'rs :
My days of praise thall ne'er be paft,
While life, and thought, and being laft,

Or immortality endures.

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RAISI ye the Lord ! 'tis good to raise
Your hearts and voices in his praise:
His nature and his works invite

To make this duty cur delight.
2 He form'd the ftars, those heav'nly flames;

He counts their number, calls their names;
His wisdom's valt, and knows no bound,

A deep, where all our thoughts are drown'd! . 3 Sing to the Lord ! exalt him high,

Who spreads bis clouds around the sky;
There he prepares the fruitful rain,

Nor lets the drops descend in vain.
4 He makes the grass the hills adorn,

And clothes the smiling fields with cora :
The beafts with food his hands fupply,

And the young ravens when they cry.
5 What is the creature's skill or force,

The sprighty man, or warlike horse?
Tha 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 sees their hope, he knows their fear;
And looks, and loves tis image th:re.

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How do thy, mercies close me round,

For ever be thy name ador'd!
I blush in all things to abound :

The servant is above his Lord ! 2 Inur'd to poverty and pain,

A suff'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, be himself becomes my guard ;

He smooths my bed, and gives me fleep 4 Jesus 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.
Ś While thou art intimately nigh,

Who, who shall violate my reft?
Sin, earth, and hell, I now defy;

I lean upon my Saviour's breast. 6 I reft beneath th' Almighty shade,

My griefs expire, my troubles cease;
Thou, Lord, on whom my soul is ftaid,

Wilt keep me still in perfect peace. z Me for thine own thou lov'it to take,

In time and in eternity :
Thou never, never wilt forsake
A helpless worm that trusts in thee.


Thou, my God, art good and wise,

And infinite in pow'r :
Thee, let all in earth and skics
Continually adore !


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Give me thy converting grace,

That I may obedient prove,


Maker all my days,
And my Redeemer love.
2 For my life, my clothes, and food,

And ev'ry comfort here,
Thee, my most indulgent God,

I thank with heart fincere ;
For the bleffings numberless

Which thou haft already giv'n,
For my smallest spark of grace,

And for my hope of heav'n.
3 Gracious God, my fins forgive,

And thy good Spirit impart,
Then I fall in thee believe

With all my loving heart;
Always unto Jefus look,

Him in heav'nly glory see,
Who my cause hath undertook,

And ever prays for me.
4 Grace in answer to this prayet,

And ev'ry grace bestovi,
That I may with zealous care

Perform thy will below.
Rooted in humility,

Still in ev'ry fate refign'd,
Plant, Almighty Lord, in mo

A meek and lowly mind.




God of all grace,

Thy goodness we praise,
Thy Son thou hast given to die in our place s

With joy we approve

The design of thy love, 'Tis a wonder on earth, and a wonder above.

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