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The pleasing lustre of his eyes,
Outsbines the wonders of the skies.
Grace, 'tis a sweet, a charming theme;
My thoughts rejoice at Jesu's name;
Ye angels, dwell upon the sound,
Ye heavens, reflect it to the ground !
O may I live to reach the place
Where he unveils his lovely face,
Where all his beauties you behold,
And sing his name to harps of gold.
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Martin's Lane.
I'LL praise my Maker with my breath,
And when my voice is lost in death,

Praise shall employ my nobler powers :
My days of praise shall ne'er he past,
While life, and thought and being last,

Or immortality endures. 23

narinnawan Broomsgrove. BEGIN, my tongue, some heayenly theme,

And speak some boundless thing,
The mighty works, or mightier name,

Of our eternal King.
Tell of his wond'rous faithfulness,

And sound his power abroad,
Sing the sweet promise of his grace,

And the performing God.

Proclaim salvation from the Lord,

For wretched dying men;
His fingers wrote the sacred word

With an immortal pen.
Engrav'd as in eternal brass

The mighty promise shines;
Nor can the powers of darkness 'rase

Those everlasting lines.
O might I hear thine heavenly tongue

But whisper “ Thou art mine!”
Those gentle words should raise my song

To notes almost divine.
How would my leaping heart rejoice,

To think my heaven secure !
I trust the all-creating voice,

And faith desires no more. 24

Helmsley.
BREATHE in praise of your Creator,

Every soul bis honour raise ;
Magnify the Lord of nature,
Magnify the God of grace :

Hallelujah!
Fill the universe with praise.
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Denbigh. FROM all that dwell below the skies,

Let the Creator's praise arise ;

Let the Redeemer's name be sung,

Through every land by every tongue.
Eternal are thy mercies, Lord;

Eternal truth attends thy word :
Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore,

'Till suns shall rise and set no more. 26

Truro.
BLESS, O my soul, the living God;
Call home thy thoughts that rove abroad;
Let all the powers within me join
In work and worship so divine.
Bless, O my soul, the God of grace;
His favours elaim thy highest praise :
Why should the wonders he bath wrought,
Be lost in silence and forgot?
'Tis he, my soul, that sent his Son
To die for crimes which thou hast done;
He owns the ransom, and forgives
The hourly follies of our lives.
The vices of the mind he heals,
And cures the pains which nature feels:
Redeems the soul from hell, and saves
Our wasting life from threat'ning graves.
His pow'r he shew'd by Moses' hands,
And gave to Israel his commands :
But sent his truth and mercy down
To all the nations by his Son.

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Let the whole earth his pow'r confess,
Let the whole earth adore his grace:
The Gentile with the Jew shall join,
In work and worship so divine.
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America. O FOR a shout of sacred joy.

To God tbe sov'reign king!
Let every land their tongues employ,

And hymns of triumph sing.
Jesus, our God, ascends on high ;

His heavenly guards, around, Attend him rising through the sky,

With trumpet's joyful sound. While angels shout and praise their king,

Let hortals learn their strains;
Let all the earth his honours sing ;

O’er all the earth he reigns.
Rehearse bis praise with awe profound,

Let knowledge lead the song ;
Nor mock him with a solemn sound,

Upon a thoughtless tongue.
In Israel stood his ancient throne,

He loved that chosen race;
But now he calls the world his own,

And heathens taste his grace.
The British islands are the Lord's;

There Abraham's God is known ;

Let the Redeemer's name be sung,

Through every land by every tongue. Eternal are thy mercies, Lord;

Eternal truth attends thy word : Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore,

'Till suns shall rise and set no more. 26

Truro. BLESS, O my soul, the living God; Call home thy thoughts that rove abroad ; Let all the powers within me join In work and worship so divine. Bless, O my soul, the God of grace; His favours claim thy highest praise : Why should the wonders he hath wrought, Be lost in silence and forgot? 'Tis he, my soul, that sent his Son To die for crimes which thou hast done; He owns the ransom, and forgives The hourly follies of our lives. The vices of the mind he heals, And cures the pains which nature feels: Redeems the soul from hell, and saves Our wasting life from threat'ning graves. His pow'r he shew'd by Moses' hands, And gave to Israel his commands: But sent his truth and mercy down To all the nations by his Son.

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