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8 The Lord abounds with tender love,
And unexampled acts of grace; His weaken'd wrath does slowly move,
His willing mercy flows apace.
To heaven their voiccs raise ; Let all, inspir'd with godly mirth,
Sing solemn hymns of praise. 2 God's tender mercy knows no bound,
His truth shall ne'er decay,
Their grateful tribute pay.
Psalm 134. DLESS God, ye servants that attend ID Upon his solemn state : That in his temple, night by night,
With humble reverence wait.
And bless his holy name.
Who heaven and earth did frame.
Hymn 1. C. M.
My great REDEEMER's praise !
The triumphs of his grace !
Assist me to proclaim,
The honors of thy Name.
That bids our sorrows cease;
'Tis life, and health and peace.
He sets the prisoner free;
His blood avail'd for me.
The humble poor believe.
Your loosen'd tongues employ!
Ye blind, behold your Saviour come,
And leap, ye lame, for joy!
Hymn 2. C. M. MOME, HOLY SPIRIT! heavenly Dove ! u With all thy quick’ning powers ; Kindle a flame of sacred love
In these cold hearts of ours. 2 Look how we grovel here below,
Fond of these earthly toys; Our souls how heavily they go,
To reach eternal joys!
In vain we strive to rise ;
And our devotion dies.
At this poor dying rate ?
And thine to us so great ?
With all thy quick’ning powers ;
And that shall kindle ours.
Hymn 3. C. M.. NATHER, I stretch my hands to thee, Ľ No other help I know ;