But thro' thy free goodness, my spirits revive,
And he that first made me still keeps me alive.

3 Thy mercy is more than a match for my heart,
Which wonders to feel its own hardness depart;
Dissolv'd by thy goodness, I fall to the ground,
And weep to the praise of the mercy I found.
4 The door of thy mercy stands open all day
To the poor and the needy,who knock by the way;
No sinner shall ever be empty sent back,
Who comes seeking mercy for Jesus's sake.
5 Thy mercy in Jesus exempts me from hell;
Its glories I'll sing, and its wonders I'll tell;
'Twas Jesus, my friend, when he hung on the tree,
Who open'd the channel of mercy for me.

6 Great Father of mercies! thy goodness I own, And the covenant love of thy crucify'd Son; All praise to the Spirit, whose whisper divine Seals mercy and pardon and righteousness mine!

16

7's. Firth's 146. Rest 282.

The Long-suffering, or Patience of God.

1 LORD, and am I yet alive,

Not in torments, not in hell!

Still doth thy good Spirit strive!
With the chief of sinners dwell!
Tell it, unto sinners tell,

I

am, I am out of hell!

2 Yes, I still lift up mine eyes,

Will not of thy love despair;

Still in spite of sin I rise,

Still I bow to thee in prayer. Tell it, &c.

30 the length and breadth of love!

Jesus, Saviour, can it be?!

All thy mercy's height I prove,
All the depth is seen in me.

Tell it, &c.

I

2

4 See a bush, that burns with fire, Unconsum'd amid the flame! Turn aside the sight t' admire,

I the living wonder am.

5 See a stone that hangs in air!
See a spark in ocean live
Kept alive with death so near!
I to God the glory give;
Ever tell-to sinners tell,
I am, I am out of hell.

Tell it, &c.

17 C. M. Bedford 91. Abridge 201.

The Holiness of God, Isaiah viii. 13.

1 HOLY

TOLY and reverend is the name
Of our eternal King:

Thrice holy Lord, the angels cry ;
Thrice holy, let us sing.

2 Heaven's brightest lamps with him compar'd
How mean they look, and dim!"
The fairest angels have their spots,
When once compar'd with him.

3 Holy is he in all his works,

And truth is his delight;

But sinners and their wicked ways
Shall perish from his sight.

4 The deepest reverence of the mind,
Pay, O my soul, to God;

Lift with thy hands a holy heart
To his sublime abode.

5 With sacred awe pronounce his name
Whom words nor thoughts can reach :
A broken heart shall please him more
Than the best forms of speech:

6 Thou holy God! preserve my soul
From all pollution free;

24

The pure in heart are thy delight,
And they thy face shall see.

18 L. M. Green's Hund. 89. Old Hundred 100.

The Justice and Goodness of God.

1 GRE

REAT God, my maker, and my king, Of thee I'll speak, of thee I'll sing; All thou hast done, and all thou dost, Declare thee good, proclaim thee just. 2 Thy ancient thoughts and firm decrees, Thy threat'nings, and thy promises, The joys of heaven, the pains of hell, What angels taste, what devils feel: 3 Thy terrors and thine acts of grace, Thy threat'ning rod and smiling face, Thy wounding and thy healing word, A world undone, a world restor❜d: 4 While these excite my fear and joy, While these my tuneful lips employ; Accept, O Lord, the humble song,

The tribute of a trembling tongue. BEDDOME.

19 L. M. Portugal 97. Paul's 246. Wells 102.

The Truth and Faithfulness of God, Num. xxiii. 19.

1 YE humble saints, proclaim abroad

The honours of a faithful God

How just and true are all his ways,
How much above your highest praise!
2 The words his sacred lips declare
Of his own mind the image bear;
What should him tempt from frailty free,
Blest in his self-sufficiency?

3 He will not his great self deny;
A God all truth can never lie:
As well might he his being quit
As break his oath, or word forget.
4 Let frighted rivers change their course,
Or backward hasten to their source;
Swift thro' the air let rocks be hurl'd,
And mountains like the chaff be whirl'd;

5 Let suns and stars forget to rise,
Or quit their stations in the skies;
Let heaven and earth both pass away,—
Eternal truth shall ne'er decay.

6 True to his word, God gave his Son,
To die for crimes which men had done';
Best pledge! he never will revoke
A single promise he has spoke.

N

20 L. M. Wareham 117. Kingsbridge 88. God supreme and self-sufficient.

1 WHAT is our God, or what his name, Nor men can learn, nor angels teach;

He dwells conceal'd in radiant flame,
Where neither eyes nor thoughts can reach.
2 The spacious worlds of heavenly light,
Compar'd with him, how short they fall!
They are too dark, and he too bright;
Nothing are they, and God is all.

3 He spoke the wondrous word, and lo! CI
Creation rose at his command;
Whirlwinds and seas their limits know,
Bound in the hollow of his hand.

4 There rests the earth, there roll the spheres,
There nature leans, and feels her prop;
But his own self-sufficience bears

The weight of his own glories up.

5 The tide of creatures ebbs and flows, Measuring their changes by the moon: No ebb his sea of glory knows;

His age is one eternal noon.

6 Then fly, my song, an endless round,
The lofty tune let Gabriel raise;
All nature dwell upon the sound,
But we can ne'er fulfil the praise.

21 c. M. Gainsborough 29. Brighthelm

stone 208.

Mercy and Truth met together; or, the Harmony of the Divine Perfections, Psalm Ixxxv. 10.

1 WHEN first the God of boundless grace
Disclos'd his kind design

To rescue our apostate race
From mis'ry, shame, and sin;

2 Quick through the realms of light and bliss,
The joyful tidings ran;

Each heart exulted at the news,

That God would dwell with man.

3 Yet, 'midst their joys, they paus'd awhile;
And ask'd with strange surprise,
But how can injur'd justice smile,
Or look with pitying eyes?

4 [Will the Almighty deign again
To visit yonder world;

And hither bring rebellious men,
Whence rebels once were hurl'd?

5 Their tears, and groans, and deep distress,
Aloud for mercy call;

.

But, ah! must truth and righteousness
To mercy victims fall?

6 So spake the friends of God and man,

Delighted, yet surpris'd;

Eager to know the wondrous plan
That wisdom had devis d.]

7 The Son of God attentive heard,
And quickly thus reply'd,
In me let mercy be rever'd,
And justice satisfy'd.

8 Behold! my vital blood I pour
A sacrifice to God;

Let angry justice now no more
Demand the sinner's blood.