Infinite lengths beyond the bounds Where stars revolve their little rounds. 2 Earth from afar has heard thy fame, And worms have learn'd to lisp thy name; But, O! the glories of thy mind Leave all our soaring thoughts behind! 3 God is in heaven, and inen below; 121. C. M. Watts. Christ our Strength and Righteousness. MY Saviour, my Almighty Friend, When I begin thy praise, Where will the growing numbers end, 2 Thou art my everlasting trust, And since I knew thy graces first, 3 My feet shall travel all the length And march with courage in thy strength To see my Father God. 4 How will my lips rejoice to tell My soul, redeem'd from sin and hell, 5 My tongue shall all the day proclaim His death has brought my foes to shame, 6 Awake, awake, my tuneful powers; I'll entertain the darkest hours, A 122. C. M. Watts. The Robe of Righteousness. WAKE, my heart, arise my tongue, In God, the life of all my joys, 2 'Tis he adorn'd my naked soul, He took the robe the Saviour wrought, 4 How far the heavenly robe exceeds These ornaments how bright they shine! 5 The Spirit wrought my faith and love, 6 Strangely, my soul, art thou array'd 123. L. M. Watts. Restoring and Persevering Grace. WITH all my powers of heart and tongue, praise my Maker in my song; Angels shall hear the notes I raise, 2 To God I cry'd when troubles rose; And strength diffus'd through all my soul. 3 The God of heaven maintains his state, 5 Grace will complete what grace begins, 124. S. M. Watts. Persevering Grace. Jude, ver. 24, 25. O God, the only wise, TO Our Saviour and our King, Let all the saints below the skies 2 'Tis his Almighty love, His counsels and his care, 3 He will present our souls 125. S. M. Swain. The constraining motives to praise. WHO can forbear to sing, Who can refuse to praise, When Zion's high celestial King 2 When sinners at his feet, By mercy conquer'd, fall; When grace and truth, and justice meet, 3 When the sweet gospel sound, And Jesus at their entrance waits, 5 Who can forbear to praise When sovereign, rich, redeeming grace, 126. C. M. Watts. The examples of Christ and his Saints. GIVE me the wings of faith to rise Within the veil, and see The saints above, how great their joys, 2 Once they were mourning here below, 3 I ask them whence their victory came? Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb, 4 They mark'd the footsteps that he trod, 5 Our glorious Leader claims our praise, While the long cloud of witnesses 127. L. M. Watts. A sight of God mortifies us to the world. Fain would my thoughts leap out and fly, 2 Thy wondrous blood, dear dying Christ, 3 O might I once mount up and see 4 Had I a glance of thee, my God, 5 Then they might fight, and rage, and rave, 128. C. M. Watts. God my only happiness. Psalm lxxiii. 25. MY God, my portion, and my love, My everlasting All; I've none but thee in heaven above, 2 What empty things are all the skies, There's nothing here deserves my joys, 3 [In vain the bright, the burning sun, "Tis Thy sweet beams create my noon; If Thou withdraw, 'tis night. |