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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;
Be short our tunes, our words be few!
121. C. M. Watts.
Y Saviour, my Almighty Friend,
When I begin thy praise,
The numbers of thy grace?. 2 Thou art my everlasting trust,
Thy goodness I adore ;
I speak thy glories more.
Of the celestial road, And march with courage in thy strength
To see my Father God.
The victories of my King!
Shall thy salvation sing.
my His death has brought my foes to shame,
And drown'd them in his blood.
With this delightful song,
Nor think the season long.
122. C. M. Walis.
The Robe of Righteousness.
Aloud will I rejoice.
And made salvation mine; Upon a poor polluted worm
He makes his graces shine. 3 And lest the shadow of a spot
Should on my soul be found,
And cast it all around.
What earthly princes wear!
How white the garments are !
And hope and every grace; But Jesus spent his life to work
The robe of righteousness. 6 Strangely, my soul, art thou array'd
By the great Sacred Three! In sweetest harmony of praise Let all thy powers agree.
123. L. M. Watts. Restoring and Persevering Grace. WTH all my powers of heart and tongue, Angels shall hear the notes I raise,
Approve the song, and join the praise. 2 To God I cry'd when troubles rose ;
He heard me, and subdu'd my foes ;
3 The God of heaven maintains his state,
Frowns on the proud, and scorns the great; But from his throne descends to Lless
The humble souls that trust his grace. 4 Amidst a thousand snares I stand,
Upheld and guarded by thy hand;
And keep my dying faith alive.
To save from sorrow and from sins;
124. S. M. Watts. Persevering Grace. Jude, ver. 24, 25. To
God, the only wise,
Our Saviour and our King, Let all the saints below the skies
Their humble praises bring. 2 'Tis his Almighty love,
His counsels and his care, Preserves us safe from sin and death, And every
hurtful snare. 3 He will present our souls
Unblemish'd and complete, Before the glory of his face,
With joys divinely great.
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
His saving power displays ? 2 When sinners at his feet,
By mercy conquer'd, fall;
And peace unites them all ?
3 When the sweet gospel sound,
The silver trump of heaven, Proclaims to contrite souls around,
That all their sin 's forgiven ?4 When heaven's expanding gates
Invite the pilgrims' feet,
To place them on his seat? 5 Who can forbear to praise
Our high celestial King,
126. C. M. Watts.
How bright their glories be!
And wet their couch with tears ;
With sins, and doubts, and fears.
They, with united breath,
Their triumph to his death.
His zeal inspir'd their breast;
Possess the promis'd rest ;
For his own pattern given;
127. L. M. Watts.
And living waters gently roll,
Fain would my thoughts leap out and fly,
But sin hangs heavy on my soul. 2 Thy wondrous blood, dear dying Christ, Can make this load of guilt remove; And thou canst bear me where thou fly'st, On thy kind wings, celestial Dove! 30 might I once mount up and see
The glories of th' eternal skies;
How despicable to mine eyes !
Kingdoms and men would vanish soon,
As a dim candle dies at noon. 5 Then they might fight, and rage, and rave,
I should perceive the noise no more
While rattling thunders round us roar. 6 Great All in All, eternal King!
Let me but view thy lovely face,
M'My everlasting All;
128. C. M. Watts. God my only happiness. Psalm lxxiii. 25.
Y God, my portion, and my love,
empty things are all the skies,
Scatters his feeble light;
If Thou withdraw, 'tis night.