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Is he a God } and shall his grace
Grow weary of his saints ? Can a kind woman e'er forget
The infant of her womb, And ’mongst a thousand tender thoughts
Her suckling have no room? Yet, saith the Lord, should nature change,
And mothers monsters prove,
Of everlasting love.
I have engrav'd her name,
And build her broken frame.
Portugal New. THY mercy, my God, is the theme of my song The joy of my heart and the boast of my
tongue; Thy free grace, alone, from the first to the
last, Hath won my affections and bound
soul fast. Without thy sweet mercy I could not live here Sin soon would reduce me to utter despair ; But thro' thy free goodness my spirits revive, And he that first made me still keeps me
Thy mercy, in Jesus, exempts me from bell; Its glories I'll sing, and its wonders I'll tell: 'Twas Jesus, the Lord, when he hung on the
tree, Who opened the channel of mercy for me. Great Father of mercies, thy goodness I
own, And publish the love of thy crucified Son; All praise to the Spirit, whose witness divine Seals mercy and pardon, and righteousness
Mansfield, MY soul repeat his praise,
Whose mercies are so great ;
So ready to abate.
And when his strokes are felt,
And lighter than our guilt.
Above the ground we tread, So far the riches of his grace
Our highest thoughts exceed. His power subdues our sins,
And his forgiving love,
Far as the east is from the west,
Doth all our guilt remove.
To endless years endure ;
His word of promise sure. 18. wannen
Tuckers. SING to the Lord Jehovah's name,
And in his strength rejoice; When his salvation is our theme,
Exalted be our voice, With thanks approach his awful sight,
And psalms of honour sing ;
The whole creation's King.
How mean their natures seem,
When once compar'd with him. Earth with its caverns, dark and deep,
Lies in his spacious hand; He fixed the seas wbat bounds to keep,
And where the hills must stand.
Come, kneel before his face;
Be children of his grace!
Now is the time he bends his ear,
And waits for your request; Come, lest he rouse his wrath and swear,
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PRAISE the Lord who reigns above,
And keeps his courts below; Praise the boly God of love,
And all his greatness shew : Praise him for his noble deeds,
Praise him for his matchless power; Him from whom all good proceeds,
Let earth and heaven adore. Him in whom they move and live,
Let every creature sing, Glory to their Maker give,
And homage to their King : llallowed be his name beneath,
As in heaven, on earth ador'd ; Praise the Lord in every breath,
Let all things praise the Lord.
Doversdale. MY God, my King, thy various praise Shall fill the reninant of my days; Thy grace employ my humble tongue ; Till death and glory raise the song.
Thy truth and justice I:Il proclaim;