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And spread around the swelling
Of Ocean's mighty flood:
He wrought by might and measure,
And I was with him then;
Myself the Father's pleasure,
And mine the sons of men.

3 Thus wisdom's words discover
Thy glory and thy grace,
Thou everlasting lover
Of our unworthy race.
Thy gracious eye survey'd us,
Ere stars were seen above;
In wisdom thou hast made us,
And died for us in love.

4 And could'st thou be delighted
With creatures such as we ?
Who thy rich grace so slighted,
And nail'd thee to a tree?
Unfathomable wonder,

And mystery divine!

The voice that speaks in thunder,
Says," sinner, I am thine !"

Hymn 218. H. M.

The Lord my Banner. Exod. xviii. 15.

By whom was David taught

To aim the dreadful blow,

When he Goliah fought,

And laid the Gittite low?

No sword nor spear the stripling took,
But chose a pebble from the brook.

'Twas Israel's God and King,
Who sent him to the fight;

Who gave him strength to sling,
And skill to aim aright:

Ye feeble saints your strength endures,
Because young David's God is yours.

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Who order'd Gideon forth,

To storm th' invader's camp,
With arms of little worth,

A pitcher and a lamp !

The trumpets made his coming known,
And all the host was overthrown.

Oh! I have seen the day,
When with a single word-
God helping me to say,

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My trust is in the Lord :"

My soul has quell'd a thousand foes,
Fearless of all that could oppose.
But unbelief, self-will,
Self-righteousness and pride-
How often do they steal

My weapons from my side!
Yet David's Lord, Gideon's Friend,
Will help his servant to the end.

Hymn 219. H. M.

Believers Parting.

JESUS, accept the praise,

That to thy name belongs;

Matter of all our praise,

Subject of all our songs;

Through thee we now together came,

And part exulting in thy name.

In flesh we part awhile,

But still in spirit join'd,
T'embrace the happy toil,

Though hast to each assign'd;

And while we do thy blessed will,
We bear our heav'n about us still.

O let us then go on

In all thy pleasant ways,
And arm'd with patience, run
With joy the appointed race!

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Keep us and ev'ry seeking soul,
Till all attain the heav'nly goal.
There we shall meet again,
When all our toils are o'er,
And death, and grief, and pain,

And parting are no more:

We shall with all our brethren rise, And grasp thee in the flaming skies. 5 O happy, happy day,

That calls thine exiles home! The heav'ns shall pass away; The earth receive its doom; Earth we shall view and heav'n destroy'd; And shout above the fiery void!

Hymn 220. 6. 6. 6. 6. 8 8.

Hannah's Prayer. 1 Sam. i. 18.

1 WHEN Hannah, press'd with grief, Pour'd forth her soul in pray'r, She quickly found relief,

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And left her burden there :

Like her, in ev'ry trying case,
May we approach a throne of grace.

When she began to pray,

Her heart was pain'd and sad;
But ere she went away,

Was comforted and glad:

In trouble, what a resting place

Have they who know the throne of grace.

Though men and devils rage,

And threaten to devour;
The saints, from age to age,

Are safe from all their pow'r :

Fresh strength they gain to run the race, By waiting at the throne of grace.

4 Numbers before have try'd, And found the promise true; Nor has one been deny'd;

Then why should I or you? Let us by faith their footsteps trace, And hasten to the throne of grace.

The Beggar's Prayer.

1 ENCOURAG'D by thy word Of promise to the poor, Behold a beggar, Lord,

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Waits at thy mercy's door;

No hand, nor heart, O Lord, but thine, Can help or pity wants like mine.

I have no right to say,

That though I now am poor,

Yet once there was a day,

When I possessed more!

Thou knowest from my very birth, I've been the poorest wretch on earth.

Nor dare I to pretend

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I never begg'd before
And if thou now befriend,

I'll trouble thee no more;

Thou often hast reliev'd my pain,
And often I must come again.

Though crumbs are much too good
For such a wretch as 1,

No less than children's food
My soul can satisfy:

O do not frown and bid me go;

I must have all thou canst bestow.

Nor can I willing be

Thy bounty to conceal,

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From others who like me

Their wants and mis'ry feel;
I'll tell them of thy mercy's store,
And try to send a thousand more.
Thy ways, thou Only Wise,

Our thoughts and ways transcend,
Far as the arched skies

Above this earth extend:

Such pleas as mine, men would not hear,
But God accepts a beggar's prayer.

Hymn 222. 11's.

The Christian's Experience.

1 COME list'ning angels, assist me to sing,
The love of our Jesus, our heavenly King;
Great things in my soul, yea, he surely hath done,
All glory to God, for the gift of his Son.

2 I wander'd in darkness, a stranger to God,
Refusing his calls, and neglecting his word;
In romance and novels I thought I should gain,
Some pleasure and knowledge, and honour obtain.
3 The trump of the Gospel did sound in my ears,
A thundering from heav'n awaken'd my fears,
The tears of repentance they freely did run,
For slighting my Saviour I cried I'm undone.
4 My sins were arrang'd, and before me appear'd,
The justice of God I then awfully fear'd,

I fell on my knees, and for mercy did cry,
Dear Lord have compassion-appear, or I die.

5 One night, while a musing, these words came with pow'r,
O do not be troubled, nor doubt any more;
Believe ye in God, believe also in me,

In my Father's house there are mansions for thee.
6 Bless God, O my soul, for the work he has done,
Such heavenly peace in my soul he's begun,
I'll give him the glory while here I remain,
When passing o'er Jordan, I'll praise him again.