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3 Thy glories blaze all nature round, 6 Yet nobler favours claim his praise,
And strike the gazing sight,
Through skies,and seas,and solid ground,
With terror and delight.

4 Infinite strength, and equal skill,
Shine through the worlds abroad,
Our souls with vast amazement fill,
And speak the builder, God.

5 But still the wonders of thy grace
Our softer passions move;
Pity divine in Jesus' face
We see, adore, and love.

HYMN 22. L. M. Doddridge.

Antigua, Castle Street.

God's goodness to the children of men. 1YE E sons of men, with joy record

Of reason's light possess'd; By revelation's brightest rays Still more divinely bless'd.

HYMN 24. C. M. Cowper.

St. Anns, Barby, Stade.

The mysteries of Providence; or, light shining out of darkness.

1GOD moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform;

He plants his footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.
2 Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never-failing skill,

He treasures up his bright designs,
And works his sovereign will.

3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take,
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.

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, 4 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.

HYMN 23. C. M. Steele. X

Irish, Braintree, Christmas. Creation and Providence. 1 ORD, when our raptur'd thought Creation's beauties o'er, [surveys All nature joins to teach thy praise,

And bid our souls adore.

2 Where'er we turn our gazing eyes,
Thy radiant footsteps shine;
Ten thousand pleasing wonders rise,
And speak their source divine.
3 The living tribes, of countless forms,
In earth, and sea, and air,
The meanest flies,the smallest worms,
Almighty power declare.

4 Thy wisdom, power, and goodness,
In all thy works appear: [Lord,
And, O! let man thy praise record-
Man, thy distinguish'd care!
6. From thee the breath of life he drew;
That breath thy power maintains,
Thy tender mercy, ever new,
His brittle frame sustains.

Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust him for his grace; Behind a frowning providence

He hides a smiling face.

5 His purposes will ripen fast,

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Unfolding every hour;

The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.
Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan his work in vain;
God is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain.

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Bedford, St. Martins.

Mysteries to be explained hereafter. Gre hid from mortal sight; [ways REAT God of Providence! thy Wrapt in impenetrable shades,

Or cloth'd with dazzling light.

2 The wondrous methods of thy grace
Evade the human eye;
The nearer we attempt t'approach,
The farther off they fly.

3 But in the world of bliss above,
Where thou dost ever reign,
These mysteries shall be all unveil'd
And not a doubt remain.
The Sun of Righteousness shall there
His brightest beams display,
And not a hov'ring cloud obscure
That never-ending day.

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HYMN 26. C. M. Addison. *
Carthage, Arundel, Irish.

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His presence shall my wants supply,
And guard me with a watchful eye.
My noon-day walks he shall attend,
And all my midnight hours defend.
When in the sultry glebe I faint,
Or on the thirsty mountain pant;
To fertile vales, and dewy meads,
My weary, wandering steps he leads;
Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow,
Amid the verdant landscapes flow.
Through devious, lonely wilds I stray,
3 Though in a bare and rugged way,
The barren wilderness shall smile,
His bounty shall my pains beguile,
With lively greens and herbage crown'd,
And streams shall murmur all around.
Though in the paths of death I tread,
With gloomy horrors overspread,
My stedfast heart shall fear no ill,
For thou, O Lord, art with me still;
Thy friendly staff shall give me aid,
And guide me through the dismal shade.
HYMN-29. L. M. Cowper.

Gratitude for divine mercies. Part I.
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HEN all thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view, I'm lost
In wonder, love and praise.
2 Thy providence my life sustain'd,
And all my wants redress'd,
When in the silent womb I lay,
Or hung upon the breast.
3 To all my weak complaints and cries
Thy mercy lent an ear,
Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learn'd
To form themselves in prayer.
4 Unnumber'd comforts on my soul
Thy tender care bestow'd,
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Before my infant heart conceiv'd
From whom those comforts flow'd.
5 When in the slippery paths of youth
With heedless steps I ran,
Thine arm unseen convey'd me safe,
And led me up to man.
6Through hidden dangers, toils, and death,

It gently clear'd my way;
And through the pleasing scenes of vice
Where thousands go astray.
- HYMN 27. C. M: Addison.

Bedford, St. Anns, York. Gratitude for divine mercies. Part II. 1WHENpale with sickness, oft hast thou

With health renew'd my face;
And when in sin and sorrow sunk,
Reviv'd my soul with grace.
2 Thy bounteous hand with worldly good
Has made my cup run o'er;
And in a kind and faithful friend
Has doubled all my store.

3 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ,
Nor is the least a cheerful heart,
That tastes those gifts with joy.
4 Through every period of my life,
Thy goodness I'll pursue;
And after death, in distant worlds,
The glorious theme renew.
5 Through all eternity to thee
A joyful song. I'll raise;
For O, eternity's too short
To utter all thy praise.

HYMN 28. L. M. Addison.
Psalm 46, St. Hellens.

God our Shepherd.

THE Lord my pasture shall prepare,
And feed me with a shepherd's care;}

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Dunstan, Castle-Street.

Grace and Providence. LMIGHTY King! whose wondrous hand

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Supports the weight of sea and land;
Whose grace is such a boundless store,
No heart shall break that sighs for more.
And 'tis thy blessing makes it good;
Thy providence supplies my food,
My soul is nourish'd by thy word;
Let soul and body praise the Lord.
My streams of outward comfort came
From him who built this earthly frame;
Whate'er I want his bounty gives,
By whom my soul forever lives.
Either his hand preserves from pain,
Or, if I feel it, heals again;

From Satan's malice shields my breast,
Or over-rules it for the best.
5 Forgive the song that falls so low
Beneath the gratitude I owe!
It means thy praise, however poor,
An angel's song can do no more.

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OW are thy servants bless'd, O Lord, How sure is their defence; Eternal Wisdom is their guide, Their help Omnipotence

2 In foreign realms, and lands remote,
Supported by thy care,
Through burning climes they pass un-
And breathe in tainted air. [hurt,
3 When by the dreadful tempest borne
High on the broken wave,
They know thou art not slow to hear,
Nor impotent to save.

4 The storm is laid, the winds retire,
Obedient to thy will;

The sea, that roars at thy command,
At thy command is still.

5 In midst of dangers, fears, and deaths,
Thy goodness, we'll adore;
We'll praise thee for thy mercies past,
And humbly hope for more..

HYMN 31. L. M. Upton.

Luton, Shoel, Eaton.

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The waves no more did r
And soon again a placid sea
Spoke comfort to each soul
40! may our grateful,trembling has
Sweet hallelujahs sing

To him who hath our lives presen
Our Saviour and our King.
5 Let us proclaim to all the wo
With heart and voice, again,
And tell the wonders he hath do
For us, the sons of men.

HYMN 33. L. M. Evans's Coll.
Green's Hundredth, Islington.
Providence.
1THE earth and all the heavenly frame
Their great Creator's love proclain
He gives the sun his genial power.
And sheds the soft refreshing shower
2The ground with plenty blooms again
And yields her various fruits to men
To men! who, from thy bounteous hand,
Receive the gifts of every land.
3 Nor to the human race alone
Is his paternal goodness shown;
The tribes of earth, and sea, and air
Enjoy his universal care.

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Gratitude for journeying mercies. 1 'TWAS God who kept me by his pow'r: His goodness, O my soul, adore Preserv'd by him, to him I raise This monument of grateful praise. 2 Many go out and ne'er return, But leave their families to mourn The sad irreparable blow, Hasty, and vast, and awful too. 3 Others return'd in safety, find, Fled from the earth, some lovely mind, Embrace in vain the breathless clay, And wish to grieve themselves away. 4 What woes beyond my powers to count, What sorrows to unknown amount Might have occur'd to wound my heart, And bid my brightest scenes depart! 5 But God (his name my soul shall bless) Still crowns my house with life and peace; My life he crowns with every good, HYMN 34. And will be known a gracious God. 6 What can I do but ask his grace,

Still to enhance my debt of praise;

Jesus, my soul to thee I bring,
And long to serve thee while I sing.

HYMN 32. C. M. Madan's Coll. *
Stade, Mear, St. Anns.
Thanksgiving for deliverance in a storm

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Not e'en a sparrow yields his breath,
Till God permits the stroke of death:
He hears the ravens when they call,
The Father, and the Friend of all.

UNIVERSAL PRAISE.

C. M. Watts's Lyrics. & Parma, Pembroke, Knaresboro'. Universal Hallelujah.

PRAISE ye the Lord, immortal choir,

fill the realms above; Praise him, who form'd you of his fire, And feeds you with his love. Shine to his praise, ye crystal skies, The floor of his abode;

OUR little bark, on boist'rous seas, Or veil in shades your thousand eyes

By cruel tempest tost,
Without one cheerful beam of hope,
Expecting to be lost.

2 We to the Lord in humble prayer
Breath'd out our sad distress;
Though feeble, yet with contrite hearts,
We begg'd return of peace.

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Before your brighter God.

Thou restless globe of golden light, Whose beams create our days, Join with the silver queen of night, And own your borrow'd rays. Winds, ye shall bear his name aloud, Through the ethereal blue;

For when his chariot is a cloud,
He makes his wheels of you.
Shout to the Lord, ye surging seas,
In your eternal roar;
Let wave to wave resound his praise,
And shore reply to shore.
Thunder and hail, and fires and storms,
The troops of his command,
Appear in all your dreadful forms,
And speak his awful hand.
Wave your tall heads, ye lofty pines,
To him that bid you grow;
Sweet clusters, bend the fruitful vines
On every thankful bough.
Thus while the meaner creatures sing,
Ye mortals, catch the sound;
Echo the glories of your King
Through all the nations round.

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But still their most exalted flights Fall vastly short of thee; How distant then must human praise From thy perfections be? Yet how, my God, shall I refrain, When to my ravish'd sense, Each creature, in its various ways, Displays thy excellence? The blushes of the morn confess That thou art much more fair; When in the east its beams revive, To gild the fields of air.

The singing birds, the whistling winds, And waters murmuring fall, To praise the first Almighty Cause, With different voices call. Thy numerous works exalt thee thus, And shall we silent be? No. rather let us cease to breathe, Than cease from praising thee.

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HYMN 37. L. M. Evans's Coll.

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Italy, Portugal, Shoel, Leeds. Praise to God through the whole of our existence. OD of my life, through all its days, My grateful powers shall sound The song shall wake with opening light, thy praise; And warble to the silent night. 2 When anxious cares would break my rest, And grief would tear my throbbing breast, Thy tuneful praise I'll raise on high, And check the murmur, and the sigh. 3 When death o'er, nature shall prevail, And all its powers of language fail, Joy through my swimming eyes shall break,

And mean the thanks I cannot speak. 4 But O! when that last conflict's o'er, And I am chain'd to flesh no more, With what glad accents shall I rise To join the musick of the skies! 5 Soon shall I learn th' exalted strains, Which echo through the heav'nly plains; And emulate, with joy unknown, The glowing seraphs round thy throne.

HYMN 38. L. M. Watts's Lyrics.

Old Hundred, Wells, Psalm 97.
God exalted above all praise.
TERNAL Power! whose high abode

HYMN 36. L. M. Doddridge. E Becomes the grandeur of a God:

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Newcourt, Nantwich.

Praise to God for his unnumbered mercies. VN glad amazement, Lord, we stand Amid the bounties of thy hand; How numberless those bounties are! How rich, how various, and how fair!

Infinite length beyond the bounds Where stars revolve their little rounds.. 2 The lowest step around thy seat Rises too high for Gabriel's feet; In vain the tall archangel tries [eyes. To reach thine height with wond'ring

3 Lord, what shall earth and ashes do? We should adore our Maker too; From sin and dust to thee we cry, The Great, the Holy, and the High! 4 Earth from afar has heard thy fame, And worms have learnt to lisp thy name; But O, the glories of thy mind Leave all our soaring thoughts behind. 5 God is in heaven, but man below; Be short our tunes; our words be few: A sacred reverence checks our songs, And praise sits silent on our tongues.

SCRIPTURE.

Nought we can ask to make us blest
Is in this book denied.
For these inestimable gains,
That so enrich the mind,
O may we search with eager pains,
Assur'd that we shall find!

HYMN 41. L. M. Beddome. Portugal, Green's Hundreth. Usefulness of the Scriptures. 10W precious is thy word, O God, "Tis for our light and guidance giv'n; It sheds a lustre all abroad, And points the path to bliss and heaven. 2 It fills the soul with sweet delight, It quickens its inactive powers; It sets our wandering footsteps right:

HYMN 39. C. M. Rippon's Selec. Displays thy love, and kindles ours:

Barby, St. Davids.

The inspired word, a system of knowledge and joy.

HOW precious is the book divine, By inspiration given!

Bright as a lamp its doctrines shine,
To guide our souls to heaven.
2 It sweetly cheers our drooping hearts
In this dark vale of tears;
Life, light, and joy it still imparts,
And quells our rising fears.
3 This lamp, through all the tedious night
Of life, shall guide our way:
Till we behold the clearer light
Of an eternal day.

HYMN 40. C. M. Dr. S. Stennett. *.
York, St. Anns, Irish.
The riches of God's word.
1LET avarice, from shore to shore
Her fav'rite god pursue;
Thy word, O Lord, we value more
Than India or Peru.

2 Here, mines of knowledge, love, and joy
Are open'd to our sight;
The purest gold without alloy,
Aud gems divinely bright.
3 The counsels of redeeming grace
These sacred leaves unfold;
And here the Saviour's lovely face
Our raptur'd eyes behold.
4 Here, light descending from above
Directs our doubtful feet;
Here, promises of heavenly love
Our ardent wishes meet.

5 Our numerous griefs are here redrest, And all our wants supply'd:

3 Its promises rejoice our hearts; Its doctrines are divinely true;

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Knowledge and pleasure it imparts;

It comforts and instructs us too.
Ye favour'd lands, who have this word,
Ye saints, who feel its saving power-
Unite your tongues to praise the Lord,
And his distinguish'd
grace adore.

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Riches above what earth can grant And lasting as the mind..

Here the fair tree of knowledge grow
And yields a free repast;
Sublimer sweets than nature knows
Invite the longing taste.

4 Here the Redeemer's welcome void
Spreads heavenly peace around;
And life, and everlasting joys
Attend the blissful sound.
50 may these heavenly pages be
My ever dear delight;
And still new beauties may I see.
And still increasing light.

6 Divine Instructer, gracious Lord!
Be thou forever near:
Teach me to love thy sacred wor
And view my Saviour there!

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