And will he write his name,
My Father and my Friend!
I love his name, I love his word;
Join all my pow'rs, and praise the Lord.
22. God's Glory in Redemption. C. M.
1 Father, how wide thy glory shines! How high thy wonders rise!
Known through the earth by thousand signs,
By thousands through the skies.
2 But when we view thy strange design
To save rebellious worms:
Where vengeance and compassion join
In their divinest forms:
3 Here the whole Deity is known ;
Nor dares a creature guess
Which of the glories brightest shone,
The justice, or the grace.
4 Now the full glories of the Lamb
Adorn the heavenly plains:
Bright seraphslearn Immanuel's name,
And try their choicest strains.
5 Oh, may I bear some humble part
In that immortal song!
Wonder and joy shall tune my heart,
And love command my tongue. Watts' Lyr.
23. Praise for Redemption. C. M.
1 Ye humble souls, approach your God
With songs of sacred praise;
For he is good, supremely good,
And kind are all his ways.
2 All nature owns his guardian care,
In him we live and move;
But nobler benefits declare
The wonders of his love.
3 He gave his Son, his only Son,
To ransom rebel worms;
'Tis here he makes his goodness known
In its diviner forms.
4 To this dear refuge, Lord, we come,
'Tis here our hope relies;
A safe defence, a peaceful home,
When storms of trouble rise.
5 Great God, to thine Almighty love
What honors shall we raise!
Not all th' angelic songs above
Can render equal praise.
24. Goodness of God. L. M.
1 Ye sons of men, with joy record
The various wonders of the Lord;
And let his power and goodness sound
Through all your tribes, the earth around.
2 Let the high heavens your songs invite,
Those spacious fields of brilliant light;
Where sun, and moon, and planets roll,
And stars that glow from pole to pole.
3 But O! that brighter world above,
Where lives and reigns incarnate love!
God's only Son, in flesh array'd,
For man a bleeding victim made.
4 Thither, my soul, with rapture soar,
There, in the land of praise, adore:
The theme demands an angel's lay,
Demands an everlasting day.
25. Goodness of God. L. M.
1 Bless, O my soul, the living God;
Call home thy thoughts that rove abroad;
Let all the pow'rs within me join
In work and worship so divine.
2 Bless, O my soul, the God of grace;
His favours claim thy highest praise;
Why should the wonders he hath wrought
Be lost in silence, and forgot?
3 'Tis he, my soul, who sent his Son,
To die for crimes which thou hast done;
He owns the ransom, and forgives
The hourly follies of our lives.
26. God all and in all. S. M.
1 My God, my life, my love,
To thee, to thee I call;
I cannot live, if thou remove,
. For thou art all in all.
2 Thy shining grace can cheer
This dungeon where I dwell;
'Tis paradise when thou art here;
If thou depart, 'tis hell.
3 Not all the harps above
Can make a heav'nly place,
If God his residence remove,
Or but conceal his face.
4 Nor earth, nor all the sky,
Can one delight afford;
No, not a drop of real joy,
Without thy presence, Lord.
5 Thou art the sea of love,
Where all my pleasures roll;
The circle where my passions move,
And centre of my soul.
27. Praise for Divine goodness. P. M.
1 I'll praise my Maker with my breath; And when my voice is lost in death,
Praise shall employ my nobler pow'rs; My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures.
2 Why should I make a man my trust?
Princes must die, and turn to dust;
Vain is the help of flesh and blood;
Their breath departs, their pomp and pow'r,
And thoughts all vanish in an hour;
Nor can they make their promise good.
3 Happy the man, whose hopes rely
On Israel's God: He made the sky,
And earth, and seas, with all their train:
His truth for ever stands secure;
He saves th' oppress'd, he feeds the poor;
And none shall find his promise vain.
4 The Lord hath eyes to give the blind;
The Lord supports the sinking mind;
He sends the laboring conscience peace:
He helps the stranger in distress,
The widow and the fatherless,
And grants the pris'ner sweet release. 5 He loves his saints; he knows them well; But turns the wicked down to hell:
Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns:
Let ev'ry tongue, let ev'ry age,
In this exalted work engage:
Praise him in everlasting strains.
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