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4 Whose glory to this earth extende,
When God himself imparts;
Into our faithful hearts.
And join with them to sing
Our Maker and our King.
SECTION VI. PRAISE: FOR TEMPORAL BENEFITS.
HYUN 209. L.M.
His nature and his works invite, • To make this duty our delight. 2 He form'd the stars, those heavenly flames,
He counts their numbers, calls their names;
His wisdom's vast, and knows no bound, · A deep, where all our thoughts are drown'd. 3 Sing to the Lord, exalt him high, Who spreads his clouds around the sky: There he prepares the fruitful rain, Nor lets the drops descend in vain. 4 He makes the grass the hills adorn,
And clothes the smiling fields with corn:
The sprightly man, or warlike horse ?
6 But saints are lovely in his sight;
He views his children with delight:
Life and all descends from God. 2 He this flowery carpet spread;
Made the earth on which we tread:
All our blessings are divine.
Thanks for all that we receive :
To be honour'd and adored;
HYMN 211. C.M.
How rich thy bounties are !
Proclaim thy constant care.
Converting Grace. 2 When in the bosom of the earth,
The sower hid the grain,
And sent the early rain. 3 The spring's sweet influence, Lord, was thine;
The plants in beauty grew;
And mild refreshing dew.
Matured the swelling grain;
And plenty fills the plain.
Thy hand all nature hails;
Summer nor winter fails.
The eternal Three in One, Who by the wonders of his love,
Has made his nature known.
SECTION VII. PRAISE: FOR SPIRITUAL MERCIES.
HYMN 212. L.M.
Converting Grace. GLORY to God, whose sovereign grace
Has animated senseless stones; Call'd us to stand before his face,
And raised us into Abraham's sons. 2 The people who in darkness lay,
In sin and error's deadly shade, Have seen a glorious gospel day,
In Jesu's lovely face display'd. 9 Thou only, Lord, the work hast done,
And bared thy arm in all our sight; Hast inade the reprobates thy own,
And claim'd the outcasts as thy right.
Love to God for his renewing Grace. 4 Thy single arm, Almighty Lord,,
To us the great salvation brought : Thy word, thy all-creating word,
That spake at first the world from nought. 8 For this the saints lift up their voice,
And ceaseless praise to thee is given; For this the hosts above rejoice:
We raise the happiness of heaven. 6 For this (no longer sons of night),
To thee our thankful hearts we give;
c. WESLEY. HYMN 213. L.M.
Dedication to Christ.
Saved from the second death I feel :
My feet from falling into hell.
My eyes on his perfections gaze;
Thee will I love, my joy, my crown;
In all thy works, and thee alone;
Fills my whole soul with chaste desire. 2 Ah! why did I so late thee know?
Thee, lovelier than the sons of min
To thee, the only ease in pain ?
I sought thee, yet from thee I roved ;
Thy creatures more than thee I loved;
'Tis through thy light, and comes from thee. 4 I thank thee, uncreated Sun,
That thy bright beams on me have shined;
My foes, and heal'd my wounded mind:
Bids my freed heart in thee rejoice. 6 Thee will I love, my joy, my crown;
Thee will I love, my Lord, my God;
Or smile, thy sceptre or thy rod :
HYMN 215. 4-7's.
Triumph in redeeming love.
Beaming in the Saviour's face,
Praise and bless the God of love.
Banish all your guilty fears ;
Cancell’d by redeeming love.
Welcome all to Jesu's breast:
Nothing but redeeming love.
His tremendous foes and ours,