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252 PRAISE I will render to my God

2 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. .

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253 FATHER, I bless Thy gentle hand;

I 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

255 To God I cried aloud,

To God I poured my sighs,
From heaven his gracious ear He bow'd,

And listen'd to my cries.
2. Through all the mournful days,

When troubles round me spread,
I sought the Lord; I asked his grace;

To Him for refuge fled.
Thy works, eternal Lord !
Shall dwell upon my heart!
And, while Thy mercies I record,

I'll bid my fears depart.

256 W HAT is there here worth living for,

Save only, Lord, to live to thee;
This earth shall soon see me no more,

Nor I its vice and vanity:
Soon shall the Christian spurn his clay,

And sweetly singing soar away.
2 But grant me, Lord, while here I glide,

A stedfast and an upright soul;
Thy Holy Spirit for my guide,

And heav'n Thy dwelling-place my goal:
Till casting off this clogging clay,
I sweetly singing soar away.

257 TO God I cried, when troubles rose,

1 He heard me, and subdued my foes; He did my rising fears control, And strength diffus'd through all my soul. 2 I'll sing Thy truth and mercy, Lord;

I'll sing the wonders of Thy word :
Not all Thy works and names below
So much Thy power and glory show.

3 Amidst a thousand snares I stand,
Upheld and guarded by Thy hand;
Thy words my fainting soul revive,
And keep my dying faith alive.

4 Grace will complete what grace begins,

To save from sorrows or from sins;
The work that Wisdom undertakes
Eternal Mercy ne'er forsakes.

258 M Y hiding-place, my refuge, tower,

w And shield thou art, O Lord: " I firmly anchor all my hopes,

On Thine unerring word.

2 Engrav'd as in enduring brass

The faithful promise shines ;
Nor can the powers of darkness rase

Truth's everlasting lines.

3 The word of grace is firm and strong

As that which built the skies ;
The voice that rolls the stars along
Spoke all the promises..

259 O THOU, to whose all-searching sight

The darkness shineth as the light; Search, prove my heart; it pants for Thee; O burst these bonds, and set it free!

2 If in this darksome wild I stray,

Be Thou my light, be Thou my way;
No foes, no violence I fear,
No fraud, while Thou, my God, art near.

3 When rising floods my soul o'erflow,

When sinks my heart in waves of woe,
Jesu, Thy timely aid impart,
To raise my head, and cheer my heart.

4 If rough and thorny be the way,
My strength proportion to my day :

Till toil, and grief, and pain shall cease,
Where all is calm, and joy, and peace.

260. W HEN the threat'ning tempest scowls,

When the mutt'ring thunder rolls,
Darkness hangs upon the deep,
And the whistling whirlwinds sweep:

2 When th' oppressive power of sin

Spreads a darker gloom within,
Clouds the soul with many a fear,
Dims the sight with many a tear:

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