6 Shout to the Lord, ye furging feas, Let wave to wave refound his praise, 7 While monsters, fporting on the flood, 8 But gentler things shall tune his name Young zephyrs breathing o'er the ftream, 9 Wave your tall heads, ye lofty pines, Sweet clusters bend the fruitful vines To Let the fhrill bitds his honour raise, While grov'ling beafts attempt his praife II Thus, while the meaner creatures fing, HYMN CLXIV. THE God of Abrah'm praife, JEHOVAH, GREAT I AM! 2 3 The God of Abrah'm praife, and seek the joys At his right-hand : I all on earth forfake Its wisdom, fame, and pow'r ; My fhield and tow'r. The God of Abrah'm praise, He calls a worm his friend ! He by himself hath fworn, I fhall, on eagle's wings up-borne, I fhall behold his face, And fing the wonders of his grace My HYMN CLXV. Saviour, my almighty friend, When I begin to praife, Where will the growing numbers end, The numbers of thy grace? 2 Thou art my everlasting truft, Thy goodness I adore ; Send down thy grace, O bleffed Lord, That I may love thee more. 3 My feet fhall travel all the length Of the celeftial road; And march with courage in thy ftrength, To fee the Lord my God. : 4 Awake, awake, my tuneful pow'rs, With this delightful fong, And entertain the darkest hours, Nor think the feafon long. I HYMN CLXVI. THIS, this is the God we adore, Our faithful, unchangeable friend; And neither knows measure nor end. HYMN CLXVIÍ. LORD, how divine thy comforts are! 2 There the rich bounties of our God, 3 Here (fays the kind redeeming Lord, See here the fpring of all your joys 4 He fmiles, and cheers my mournful heart, And tells of all his pain, All this, fays he, I bore for thee, 5 What shall we pay our heav'nly King 6 Let fuch amazing loves as thefe Such favours are beyond degrees, 7 To him that wash'd us in his blood I Salvation, honour, glory, pow'r, W HYMN CLXVIII HEN all the mercies of my God Why, my cold heart, art thou not loft 2 Thy providence my life fuftain'd, 3 To all my weak complaints and cries Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learn'd 5 When in the Aipp'ry paths of youth, Thine arm, unfeen, convey'd me fafe, 3 My feet fhall travel all the length Of the celeftial road; And march with courage in thy ftrength, To fee the Lord my God. 4 Awake, awake, my tuneful pow'rs, With this delightful fong, And entertain the darkest hours, HYMN CLXVI. THIS, this, is the God we adore, Our faithful, unchangeable friend; Whofe love is as great as his pow'r, And neither knows meafure nor end. 'Tis Jefus, the First and the Laft, Whofe fpirit fhall guide us fafe home ; We'll praife him for all that is paft, And truft him for all that's to come. I HYMN CLXVII. LORD, how divine thy comforts are! 2 There the rich bounties of our God, 3 Here (fays the kind redeeming Lord, See here the fpring of all your joys 4 He fmiles, and cheers my mournful heart, And tells of all his pain, All this, fays he, I bore for thee, |