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3 Here the whole Deity is known,
Nor dares a creature guess i
Adorn the heav'nly plains,
And try their choiceft strains. 4 O may I bear some bumble part
In that immortal fong!
And love command my tongue. .
Who sweetly all agree .
Eternal glory be.
The weakest believer that hangs upon him! 2 How happy the man whose heart is let free,
The people that can be joyful in thee!
And still they are talking of Jefus's grace.' 3 Their daily delight shall be in thy name,
They shall, as their right, thy righteousness claim;
blood, Bola dall 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.
The day of salvation that lifts up my head. 5 For Jesus, my Lord, is now my defence;
I truit in his word, none plucks me from thence;
Thy secret to me all foon be made known :
i l'ex praife my Maker while I've breach, And when my voice is lost in death,
Praise hall employ my nobler pow'rs ; My days of praise ihall ne'er be past, while life, and thought, and being last,
Or immortality endures, ,
And carth, and seas, with all their train :
And none lhall find his promise vain, ] 3. The Lord pours eye-fight on the blind;. ,!! The Lord Tupports the fainting mind :
He sends the labyring conscience peace,
And grants the pris'ne: sweet release,
4 I'll praise him while he lends me breath, And when my voice is loft in death,
Praise Aall employ my nobler pow'rs : My days of praise fall ne'er be paft, While life, and thought, and being laft, Or immortality endures.
- HYMN CLIII.
i Praise ye the Lord ! 'tis good to raise :
Your hearts and voices in his praise :
To make this duty cur delight.
He counts their number, calls their names;
A deep, where all our thoughts are drown'd! 3 Sing to the Lord ! exalt him high, 'wis Who spreads his 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 corn :
And the young ravens when they cry. 5 What is the creature's kill or force,
The sprightly man, or warlike horse?
All are too mean delights for him to 6 But Saints are lovely in his fight,
He views his children with delight!
HYMN CLIV. '
For ever be thy name ador'd!
The servant is above bis Lord ! 2 Inur'd to poverty and pain,
A fuff'ring life my Master led;
He had not where to lay his head. 3 But lo! a place he hath prepar'd
For me, whom watchful angels keep;
He smooths my bed, and gives me feep. 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. .
Who, who shall violate my reft ?
I lean upon my Saviour's breaft. 6 I reft beneath th' Almighty shade,
My griefs expire, my troubles cease;
Wilt keep me still in perfect peace., , Me for thine own thou lov'ft to take,
In time and in eternity :
And infinite in pow'r :
Continually adore !
Give me thy converting grace,
That I may obedient prove,
And my Redeemer love. ...!; : 2 For my life, my clothes, and food,
And ev'ry comfort bere,
I thank with heart fincere ;
Which thou haft already givin,
And for my hope of heav'n.
And thy good Sp'rit impart,
With all my loving heart;
Him in heav'nly glory see,
And ever prays for me.
And ev'ry grace bestov,
Perform thy will below.
Still in ev'ry state refign'd, in
Thy goodness we praises
With joy we approve " . . 1
The design of thy love, 'Tis a wonder on earth, and a wonder above.