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3 While we hear the wond'rous story

Of the Saviour's cross and shame,
Sing we, “Everlasting glory

Be to God, and to the Lamb !”
Saints and angels, give ye glory to his


48 FOR mercies, countless as the sands,

Which daily I receive
From Jesus my Redeemer's hands,

My soul, what canst thou give ?
2 Alas! from such a heart as mine

What can I bring Him forth?
My best is stain'd and dy'd with sin,

My all is nothing worth.
3 Yet this acknowledgment I'll make

For all He has bestow'd,-
Salvation's sacred cup I'll take,

And call upon my God.
4 The best return for one like me,

So wretched and so poor,
Is, from his gifts to draw a plea,

And ask Him still for more.

5 I cannot serve Him as I ought,

No works have I to boast:
Yet would I glory in the thought,

That I shall owe Him most,

249 O FOR a thousand

tongues to sing
My great Redeemer's praise
The glories of my God and King,

The triumphs of his grace !
2 Jesus, the name that charms our fears,

That bids our sorrows cease, -
'Tis music in the sinner's ears,

'Tis life and health and peace.
3 He speaks,-and, listening to his voice,

New life the dead receive :
The mournful, broken hearts rejoice,

The humble poor believe.
4 Hear Him, ye deaf; his praise, ye dumb,

Your loosened tongues employ ;
Ye blind, behold your Saviour come,

And leap, ye lame, for joy!
5 My gracious Master and my God,

Assist me to proclaim,
And spread, through all the earth abroad,

The honours of Thy náme.

250 THE Lord of life, with glory crown'd

On heav'n's eternal throne,
Forgets not those for whom on earth

He heav'd the dying groan.
2 His glory now, no tongues of men

Nor seraphs bright can tell ;
Yet of his joys this is the chief,

That souls are say'd from hell.

3 For this He came and dwelt on earth,

For this his life was giv'n;
For this He fought and vanquish'd death,

For this He pleads in heav'n,
4 For this remember'd be his name,

The Lord of life and love,
With never-ceasing songs below,

And heav'n's best praise above,

251 COME, let us bless the Lord our God,

And all his works proclaim ;
Let all our souls with all their might,

Combine to praise his name,
2 Come, let our souls repeat his praise

Whose mercies are so great :
Whose anger is so slow to rise,

So ready to abate,
3 Far as the heaven above the earth

Its lofty arch extends,
So far his love to sinful man

Our utmost thought transcends,
4 Far as the east is from the west

He all our guilt removes ;
And spares us, as a father spares

The children whom he loves.
5 O let us, then, renew the theme,

And all his works proclaim;
Let all our souls, with all their might,

Combine to praise his name,

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252 PRAISE I will render to my God

For all his gifts to me:
Sing, heav'n and earth, rejoice and sing

His glorious majesty.

2 Praise Him, ye shining hosts of heav'n;

Praise Him, ye saints in light:
Ye cherubim and seraphim

Praise Him with all your might.
3 Ye saints on earth, lift up your hearts,

Your tuneful voices raise ;
Offer to God, ye sacred priests,

Your sacrifice of praise.
4 Praise, praise Him, all ye saved ones,

To whom salvation came:
Praise Him that sits upon the throne

And praise the glorious Lamb!

5 O let us praise Him while we live,

And praise Him when we die :
And praise Him when we rise again,

Through all eternity.


253 FATHER, I bless Thy gentle hand;

How kind was Thy chastising rod, s That forced my conscience to a stand,

That brought my wandering soul to God! 2 Foolish and vain I went astray

Ere I had felt Thy scourges, Lord;
I left my guide, and lost my way ;

But now I love and keep Thy word.
3 Thy hands have made my mortal frame,

Thy Spirit formed my soul within ;
Teach me to know Thy wondrous name,

And guard me safe from death and sin.
4 Then all that love and fear the Lord

At my salvation shall rejoice;
For I have hoped in Thy word,
And made Thy grace my only choice.

254 To Thee, O Lord, in deep distress,

To Thee my suppliant soul would press! Ill can my burden'd spirit plead;

But thou its untold wish canst read.
2 I walk 'mid snares on every side,

No voice to cheer, no hand to guide;
A lonely, dark, and rugged road,

But not unknown to Thee, my God.
3 When earthly helpers fail or flee,

How sweet to turn, O Lord, to thee,
And find, in Thy exhaustless love,

My rest below, my hope above !
4 O hear, and set my spirit free

From foes and chains too strong for me!
My drooping hopes refresh and raise.
And fill my heart with thankful pro

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