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252 PRAISE I will render to my God
2 For all his gifts to me:
His glorious majesty.
Praise Him, ye saints in light: .
Praise Him with all your might.
Your tuneful voices raise ;
To whom salvation came:
And praise the glorious Lamb!
And praise Him when we die:
Through all eternity. .
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 ;
At my salvation shall rejoice;
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.
No voice to cheer, no hand to guide;
But not unknown to Thee, my God.
How sweet to turn, O Lord, to thee,
And find, in Thy exhaustless love,
From foes and chains too strong for me!
255 To God I cried aloud,
To God I poured my sighs,
And listen'd to my cries.
When troubles round me spread,
To Him for refuge fled.
I'll bid my fears depart.
256 W HAT is there here worth living for,
Save only, Lord, to live to thee;
Nor I its vice and vanity:
And sweetly singing soar away.
A stedfast and an upright soul;
And heav'n Thy dwelling-place my goal:
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 :
3 Amidst a thousand snares I stand,
4 Grace will complete what grace begins,
To save from sorrows or from sins;
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 ;
Truth's everlasting lines.
3 The word of grace is firm and strong
As that which built the skies ;
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;
3 When rising floods my soul o'erflow,
When sinks my heart in waves of woe,
4 If rough and thorny be the way,
Till toil, and grief, and pain shall cease,
260. W HEN the threat'ning tempest scowls,
When the mutt'ring thunder rolls,
2 When th' oppressive power of sin
Spreads a darker gloom within,