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Great are thy wond'rous Works!
Who shall not fear thy Might,
Salvation to our God,
Praise after Meat.
OGive Thanks, ye Old and Young,
God displays, for our Delight,
O that Body, Soul and Mind,
f HYMN HYMN CXCV.
OGOD my Lord, how great's my hoard,,
• Now may I fly to God and Cry,
O save from Condemnation,
Is full Propitiation,
But if thou wilt, chastise my Guilt,
Chastise me here, but keep me clear
O deal with me, as seems to thee
Most good, O thou most Holy; Do but avert, th'eternal Smart,
That's due unto my Folly.
Christ's wounded Side, my Soul shall hide, ,
In"Christ, true Faith redeems from Death,
O blessed be, th'eternal Three,
To Father, Son and Spirit;
Restores us by his Merit.
f\ Boundless Grief, beyond Relief!
O make a Pause, and search the Cause,
Of this unheard,of Murther; Sinner! thine A postacy,
Could advance no further.
The Lamb of God, has shed his Blood,
For Sinners free Salvation; Thus to rescue sinful Men,
From just Condemnation.
O, greatest Dread, God Man is Dead,
O, he was torn and wounded, At this Sight the guilty World
Ought to be confounded.
How blest he is, who weigheth this
With Christian Application. That the Lord of Life and Light,
Dy'd for our Salvation.
O Jesu West, our Hope and Rest,
Grant us this heav'nly Favour;
Prove our dying Saviour.
HYMN HYMN CXCVII.
The Love of Jesus.
COME all, and hear of Jesu's Love,
Of him, who did Salvation bring,
O wond'rous Jesu.! greatest King,
To shame out.Si-ns, Christ blusiVd in Blood,
H Y, M. N CXCVIII.
Commit thy Ways unto the Lord, (gu..
, /^"Ornmit thy Ways and Goings, ^-i And all that grieve thy Soul, Tp him, whose wisest Doings Rule all, without controul.:
Unto Unto the Lord turn wholly,
For he will never fail, To rescue thee from Folly,
If thou dost but bewail.
Trust also in him ever,
Without reluctant Will, His Promises will never
Once come behind thy Zeal: His Goodness knows no Measure,
His Love and Care no End, For such as wait with Pleasure,
'Till he Salvation send.
Bring it to pass, O blessed,
Above what Words can tell, And fee us all released
From Sin, and Death, and Hell: Direct us, O most Holy,
In the blest heav'nly Way; That leads thro' this dark Valley,
To everlasting Day.
PLung'd in a Gulph of dark Despair,
With pitving Eyes, the Prince of Grace,
Beheld our helpless Grief!