4 From the provisions of thy house
We shall be fed with sweet repast,
There mercy like a river flows,

And brings salvation to our taste.
5 Life, like a fountain rich and free,
Springs from the presence of my Lord,
And in thy light our souls shall see

The glories promised in thy word.

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COD in earthly temple lays

2 Thou art my rock-thy name alone
The fortress where my hopes retreat;
O, make thy power and mercy known;
To safety guide my wandering feet.
3 Blessed be the Lord-forever blessed,
Whose mercy bids my fears remove;
The sacred walls which guard my rest,
Are his almighty power and love.
4 Ye humble souls, who seek his face,
Let sacred courage fill your heart!
Hope in the Lord, and trust his grace,

Go Pon his fons For This heavenly And he shall heavenly strength impart.

praise;

He likes the tents of Jacob well,
But still in Zion loves to dwell.

2 His mercy visits every house [vows:
That pay their night and morning
But makes a more delightful stay [pray.
Where churches meet to praise and
3 What glories were described of old!
What wonders are of Zion told!
Thou city of our God below,
Thy fame shall tyre and Egypt know
4 Egypt and Tyre, and Greek and Jew,
Shall there begin their lives anew:
Angels and men shall join to sing
The hill where living waters spring.

T thy command, our dearest Lord,

AWAKE, my soul, in joyful lays,
And sing thy great Redeemer's
praise;

He justly claims a song from thee;
His loving-kindness, O how free!

A Here we attend thy dying feast, 2 He saw me ruined in the fall,

Thy love has spread the sacred board,

To feed the faith of every guest.
2 Our faith adores thy bleeding love,
And trusts for life in One that died; 3
We hope for heavenly crowns above,
From a Redeemer crucified.

3 Let the vain world pronounce it shame,
And cast contempt upon thy cause:
We glory in our Saviour's name,
And make our triumphs in his cross.
4 With joy we tell the scoffing age,

He that was dead has left his tomb;
He lives above their utmost rage,

And we are waiting till he come.

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Yet loved me notwithstanding all;
He saved me from my lost estate;
His loving-kindness, O! how great!
Tho' numerous hosts of mighty foes,
Tho' earth and hell my way oppose,
He safely leads my soul along;

His loving-kindness, O! how strong!
When trouble, like a gloomy cloud,
Has gathered thick and thundered loud,
He near my soul has always stood;
His loving-kindness, O! how good!
5 Often I feel my sinful heart,

Prone from my Saviour to depart;
But though I oft have him forgot,
His loving-kindness changes not.

6 Soon shall I pass the gloomy vale,
Soon all my mortal powers must fail;
O may my last expiring breath,
His loving-kindness sing in death.

LORD, in thy great, thy glorious name, 7 Then let me mount and sour away,

I place my hope, my only trust:

Save me fom sorrow, guilt, and shame,
Thou ever gracious, ever just.

To the bright world of endless day;
And sing with rapture and surprise,
His loving-kindness in the skies.

Ere we can offer our complaints,
Behold him present with his aid.

2 There is a stream, whose gentle flow
Supplies the city of our God!
Life, love, and joy still gliding through,
And watering our divine abode.

3 That sacred stream, thine holy word,
Supports our faith, our fear controls;
Sweet peace thy promises afford,[souls.
And give new strength to fainting
4 Zion enjoys her Monarch's love,

Secure against a threatening hour; Nor can her firm foundation move, Built on his truth, and armed with power.

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13 Lead us to holiness-the road
That we must take to dwell with God;
Lead us to Christ, the living way,
Nor let us from his precepts stray.
4 Lead us to God, our final rest,
In his enjoyment to be blest;
Lead us to heaven, the seat of bliss,
Where pleasure in perfection is.

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cry,

I.

THOU that hear'st when sinners
Though all my crimes before thee lie,
Behold them not with angry look,
But blot their memory from my book.
2 Create my nature pure within,
And form my soul averse to sin:
Let thy good spirit ne'er depart,
Nor hide thy presence from my heart.
3 I cannot live without thy light,
Cast out and banished from thy sight;
Thine holy joys, my God, restore,

COME, gracious. Spirit, heavenly And guard me, that I fall no more.

Dove,

With light and comfort from above:
Be thou our guardian, thou our guide;
O'er every thought and step preside.

4

2 The light of truth to us display, [way;5
And make us know and choose thy
Plant holy fear in every heart,
That we from God may not depart.

Though I have grieved thy Spirit, Lord,
Thy help and comfort still afford,
And let a wretch come near thy throne,
To plead the merits of thy Son.
A broken heart, my God, my King,
Is all the sacrifice I bring;
The God of grace will ne'er despise
A broken heart for sacrifice.

His word a firm foundation gives,

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SURE the blest Comforter is nigh,
'Tis he sustains my fainting heart;
Else would my hope for ever die,
And every cheering ray depart.
When some kind promise cheers my
The tempest of my fears control,
Do I not find his healing voice, [soul,

And bid my drooping powers rejoice? 3 Whene'er to call the Saviour mine, With ardent wish my heart aspires, Can it be less than power divine,

Which animates these strong desires. 4 What less than thine almighty word, Can raise my heart from earth and dust, And bid me cleave to thee, my Lord,

My life, my treasure, and my trust? 5 And when my cheerful hope can say, I love my God, and taste his grace, Lord, is it not thy blissful ray, [peace? Which brings this dawn of sacred Let thy kind Spirit in my heart,

WE bless the Prophet of the Lord,

Who comes with truth and grace ;|
Jesus, thy Spirit and thy word,
Shall lead us in thy ways.

2 We reverence our High Priest above,
Who offered up his blood,
And lives to carry on his love,
By pleading with our God.

3 We honor our exalted King;

How sweet are his commands!

He guards our souls from hell and sin,
By his almighty hands.

4 Hosanna to his glorious name,

Who saves by different ways; His mercies lay a sovereign claim To our immortal praise.

13 'Tis a broad land of wealth unknown,
Where springs of life arise;
Seeds of immortal bliss are sown,
And hidden glory lies.

How how
OW large the promise, how divine,

"I'll be a God to thee and thine,
Supplying all their need."

2 The words of his extensive love,
From age to age endure;
The Angel of the covenant proves
And seals the blessings sure.

3 Jesus the ancient faith confirms
To our great father given;

He takes young children to his arms,
And calls them heirs of heaven.

LORD, I have make thy word my 4 Our God! how faithful are his ways!

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My lasting heritage;
There shall my noblest powers rejoice,
My warmest thoughts engage.

2 I'll read the histories of thy love,
And keep thy laws in sight,
While through the promises I rove,
With ever fresh delight.

His love endures the same;
Nor from the promise of his grace,
Blots out the children's name.

Awake, my voice, and loud proclaim 14 So, gracious Saviour, on my breast

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LAS! and did my Saviour bleed,
And did my Sovereign die?

Would he devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I?

2 Thy body slain, dear Jesus, thine,
And bathed in its own blood,
While all exposed to wrath divine,
The glorious sufferer stood!

3 Was it for crimes that I had done,
He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity! grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!

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3 Those characters shall fair abide,
Our everlasting trust, [crowns,
When gems, and monuments, and]
Are mouldered down to dust.

Well might the sun in darkness hide,
And shut his glories in,

When God, the mighty Maker, died,
For man, the creature's sin.

5 Thus might I hide my blushing face,
While his dear cross appears,
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt my eyes to tears.

6 But drops of grief can ne'er repay
The debt of love I owe:
Here, Lord, I give myself away;
"Tis all that I can do.