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6 Shout to the Lord, ye lurging seas,

In your eternal roar ;
Let wave to wave resound his praise,

And fhore reply to shore.
7 While monsters, sporting on the flood,

In scaly flver thine,
Speak terribly their Maker, God,

And lath the foaming brine.
8 But gentler things hall cune his name

To softer notes than there,
Young zephyrs breathing o'er the Aream,

Or whisp'ring thro the trees.
9 Wave your tall heads, ye lofty pines,

To him that bids ye grow;
Sweet clusters bend the fruitful vines

On ev'ry thankful bough.
10 Let the Thrill bitds his honour raise,

And climb the morning fy;
While grov'ling beasts attempt his praise

In hoarser barmony.
11 Thus, while the meaner creatures fing,

Ye mortals, take the found
Echo the glories of your King

Thro' all the nations round,

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HYMN CLXIV.
THE God of Abrah’m praife,

Who reigns enthron'd above ;
Ancient of everlasting days,

And God of love :
JEHOVAH, GREAT I AM!

By earth and heav'n confeft;
I bow and bless the sacred name,

For ever bleft.

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The God of Abrah'm praise,

At whose fupreme command
From earth I rise and seek the joys

At his right-hand :
I all on earth forsake 5

Its wisdom, fame, and pow'r ;
And him my only portion make,

My Thield and tow'r.
3 The God of Abrah’m praise,

Whose all-sufficient grace
Shall guide me all my happy days,

In all my ways:
He calls a worm his friend'!

He calls himself my God!
And he shall save me to the end,

Thro' Jesu's blood !
He by himself hath sworn,
I on his oath depend, 5
Thall, on eagle's wings up-bornej.

To hear'n afcend
I shall behold his face,

I shall his pow'r adore,
And fing the wonders of his grace

For evermore.

HYMN CLXV. : My Saviour, y almighty friend,

When I begin to praise, Where will the growing numbers end,

The numbers of thy grace? 2 Thou art my everlasting trust,

Thy goodness I adore ;.
Send down thy grace, blefled Lord,
That I

may

love thee more.

3 My feet fhall travel all the length

of the celestial road; And march witb courage in thy ftrength,

To see the Lord my God. 4 Awake, awake, my tuneful pow’rs,

With this delightful-song,
And entertain the darkëft ñours,
Nor think the season long.

HYMN CLXVI.
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NIS, this is the God we adore,
Oor faithful, unchangeable friend;
Whose love is as great as bis pow't,

And neither knows measure nor end. 'Tis Jesus, the First and the Laft,

Whose spirit fhall guide us fafe home; We'll praise him for all that is past, And truft him for all that's to come,

HYMN CLXVII.
Lord, how divine thy comforts are !

How htavonly is the place
Where Jesus spreads the sacred feast

Of his redeeming grace!
2. There the rich bounties of our God,

And sweetest glories shine ; There Jesus says that'l am his,

And my Beloved's mine.
3 Here (says the kind redeeming Lord,

And thews his wounded Gde)
See here the spring of all your joys

That open'd when I dy'd! 4 He smiles, and cheers my mournful heart,

And tells of all his pain,
All this, says he, I bore for thee,

And then be smiles again.

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5 What shall we pay our heav'nly King

(For-grace ro vast as this?
He brings our pardon to our eyes,

And feals it with a kiss.
6 Let such amazing loves as there

Be founded all abroad;
Such favours are beyond degrees,

And worthy of a God.
7 To him that wah'd us in his blood

Be everlasting praife, in
Salvation, honours glory, pow'r,

Eternal as his days.

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HYMN CLXVIII.
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HIN all the mercies ofi my God
My rifing foul surveys,
Why, my cold heart, art thou not lock

In wonder, love, and praise ?
2 Thy providence my life fuftain'd,

And all my wants redrest,
While in the filent womb I lay,

And hung upon the breast.
3 To all my weak complaints and cries

Thy mercy lent an ear,
Ere yet my feeble thoughts, had learn'd.

To form themselves in pray’r. :
4 Unnumber'd comforts on my fouk ..

Thy tender care bestow'd, Before my infant-heart conceiv'd

From whom those comforts flow'd. 5 When in the dipp'ry paths of youth,

With beedless steps I ran,
Thine arm, unseen, convey'd mesafe,

And led me up to man.

3 My feet shall travel all the length

Of the celestial road;
And march with courage in thy ftrength,

To see the Lord my God. ;;")
4. Awake, awake, mý tuneful pow'rs,

With this delightful song,
And entertain the darkest hours,
Nor think the season long.

HYMN CLXVI.
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KIS, this is the God we adore,
Our faithful, unchangeable friend;
Whose love, is as great as his pow'r,

And neither knows measure nor end.
Tis Jesus, the First and the Lart,

Whose fpirit fhall guide us fafe home ;
We'll praise him for all that is past,
And truft him for all that's to come.

HYMN CLXVII.

Lord, how divine thy comforts are !

JORD,

How heavenly is the place
Where Jesus spreads the facred feast

Of his redeeming grace !
2 There the rich bounties of our God,

And sweetest glories shine ;
There Jesus says that'l am his,

And my Beloved's mine.
3 Here (says the kind redeeming Lord,

And thews his wounded lide)
See here the spring of all your joys

That open'd when I dy'd! 4. He smiles, and cheers my mournful heart,

And tells of all his pain,
All this, says he, I bore for thee,

And then he smiles again.

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