4 His enemies, with sore dismay,

Fly from the sight, and shun the day:
Then lift your heads, ye saints on high,
And sing, for your redemption's nigh.

0 LORD how fearful is thy name

How wide is thy command!
Nature, with all her moving frame,
Rests on thy mighty hand.

2 Immortal glory forms thy throne,
And light thine awful robe;
While with a smile, or with a frown,
Thou managest the globe.

3 A word of thine almighty breath
Can swell or sink the seas;
Build the vast empires of the earth,
Or break them as thou please.

4 On angels, with unveiled face,
Thy glory beams above;

To men what acts of richest grace,
Reveal thy boundless love.

5 Now let the Lord for ever reign,
And sway us as he will;

Sick or in health, in ease or pain,
We are his children still.

SOVEREIGN Ruler of the skies,
Ever gracious, ever wise!

All our times are in thy hand,
All events at thy command.

2 Thou didst form us by thy power; Thou wilt guide us, hour by hour; All our times shall ever be

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Ordered by thy wise decree:

3 Times of sickness, times of health;
Times of penury and wealth;
Times of trial and of grief;
Times of triumph and relief;

4 Times temptation's power to prove;
Times to taste a Saviour's love;
All is fixed, the means and end,
As shall please thee, Heavenly Friend.

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THROUGH all the various shifting

scene

Of life's mistaken ill or good,

Thy hand, O God! conducts unseen
The beautiful vicissitude.

2 Thou givest with paternal care,
Howe'er unjustly we complain,
To all their necessary share

Of joy and sorrow, health and pain.

3 All things on earth, and all in heaven. On thine eternal will depend;

And all for greater good were given,
Would man pursue the appointed end.

4 Be this our care!-to all beside

Indifferent let our wishes be;

Passion be calm, and dumb be pride,
And fix'd our souls, great God! on thee.

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[OLY and reverend is thy name
O thou eternal King:

Thrice holy Lord! the angels cry;
Thrice holy! let us sing.

2 The deepest reverence of the mind,
Pay, O our souls to God;

Lift with the hands a holy heart
To his sublime abode.

3 With sacred awe pronounce his name Whom words nor thoughts can reach; A broken heart shall please him more Than the best forms of speech.

4 Thou holy God! preserve our souls
From all pollution free;

The pure in heart are thy delight,
And they thy face shall see.

THINE, Lord, is wisdom, thine alone!

Justice and truth before thee stand:
Yet, nearer to thy sacred throne,
Mercy withholds thy lifted hand.

2 Each evening shows thy tender love:
Each rising morn thy plenteous grace:
Thy waken'd wrath doth slowly move;
Thy willing mercy flies apace.

3 To thy benign, indulgent care,

Father, this light, this breath we owe;
And all we have, and all we are,
From thee, great Source of being, flow.

4 Thrice holy! thine the kingdom is,
The power omnipotent is thine;
And when created nature dies,
Thy never-ceasing glories shine..

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FAITHFUL, O Lord, thy mercies are,

A rock that cannot move;

A thousand promises declare
Thy constancy of love.

2 Thou waitest to be gracious still;
Thou dost with sinners bear,
That, saved, we may thy goodness feel,
And all thy grace declare.

3 Its streams the whole creation reach,
So plenteous is the store;
Enough for all, enough for each,
Enough for evermore.

4 Throughout the universe it reigns;
It stands for ever sure;

And while thy truth, O God, remains,
Thy goodness shall endure.

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THY goodness, Lord, our souls confess;
Thy goodness we adore;-

A spring whose blessings never fail;
A sea without a shore.

2 Sun, moon, and stars, thy love declare In every golden ray;

: Love draws the curtains of the night,

And love brings back the day.

3 Thy bounty every season crowns With all the bliss it yields,

With joyful clusters loads the vines,
With strengthening grain the fields.
4 But chiefly thy compassion, Lord,
Is in the gospel seen;

There, like a sun, thy mercy shines,
Without a cloud between.

5 There, pardon, peace, and holy joy,
Through Jesus' name are given;
He on the cross was lifted high,
That we might reign in heaven.

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FOR a shout of joy,

Worthy the theme we sing!

To this divine employ

Our hearts and voices bring;

Sound, sound, through all the earth abroad,

The love, th' eternal love of God.

Unnumbered myriads stand,

Of seraphs bright and fair,
Or bow at thy right hand,

And pay their homage there;

But strive in vain with loudest chord,
To sound thy wondrous love, O Lord.

Yet sinners saved by grace,
In songs of lower key,

In every age and place,

Have sung the mystery;

Have told, in strains of sweet accord,

Thy love, thy sovereign love, O Lord.