To praise the wonders of His hand,
In a new thankful song.
4 I'll spread His works of grace abroad;
The saints with joy shall hear:
And sinners learn to make my God
Their only hope and fear.
5 How many are Thy thoughts of love!
Thy mercies, Lord, how great!
We have not words, nor hours enough,
Their numbers to repeat.
6 When I'm afflicted, poor and low,
And light and peace depart,
My God beholds my heavy woe,
And bears me on His heart.
THE INCARNATION AND SACRIFICE OF CHRIST.
1 BEHOLD, the blessed Redeemer comes,
Th' eternal Son appears!
And at th' appointed time assumes
The body God prepares!
2 Jesus revealed his Father's grace,
And His rich mercy showed:
He preached the way of righteousness,
And spread His truth abroad.
3 His Father's honour touched His heart,
He pitied sinners' cries;
And, to fulfil a Saviour's part,
Was made a sacrifice.
3 No blood of beasts, on altars shed,
Could wash the conscience clean;
The sacrifice which Jesus paid,
Atones for all our sin.
5 Then was the great salvation spread,
And Satan's kingdom shook:
Thus by the woman's promised Seed,
The serpent's head was broke.
1 THE wonders, Lord, Thy love has wrought,
Exceed our praise, surmount our thought;
Should I attempt the long detail,
My speech would faint, my numbers fail.
2 No blood of beasts on altars spilt,
Can cleanse the souls of men from guilt;
But Thou hast set before our eyes
An all-sufficient sacrifice.
3 In heaven before His Father's throne,
Complacent smiles th' eternal Son;
And, pleased, presents with boundless grace,
Himself, a ransom for our race.
4 "Behold! I come" the Saviour cries,
With love and duty in His eyes;
"I come to bear the heavy load
Of sins, and do Thy will, my God.
5 Mine ear is opened to Thy voice,
My heart delighted with Thy choice:
Pleased, I assume a fleshly form,
Akin to man, that dying worm.
6 Tis written in Thy great decree;
'Tis in Thy book foretold of Me;
I must fulfil the Saviour's part;
And lo! Thy law is in My heart.
7 I'll magnify Thy holy law;
And rebels to obedience draw;
When on My cross I'm lifted high,
Or to My crown above the sky.
8 The Spirit shall descend and show
What Thou hast done, and what I do:
The wondering world shall learn Thy grace,
Thy wisdom and Thy righteousness.'
1 BLESSED is the man whose bowels move,
And melt with pity to the poor;
Whose soul, by sympathizing love,
Feels what his fellow saints endure.
2 His heart contrives, for their relief,
More good than his own hands can do:
He, in the time of general grief,
Shall find the Lord has bowels too.
3 His soul shall live secure on earth,
With secret blessings on his head;
When drought, and pestilence, and dearth,
Around him multiply their dead.
4 Or, if he languish on his couch,
God will pronounce his sins forgiven;
Will save him with a healing touch,
Or take his willing soul to heaven.
1 AS pants the hart for cooling streams,
When heated in the chase;
So longs my soul, O God, for Thee,
And Thy refreshing grace.
2 For Thee, my God, the living God,
My thirsty soul doth pine:
Oh! when shall I behold Thy face,
Thou Majesty divine?
3 Tears are my constant food, while thus
Insulting foes upbraid:
"Deluded wretch! where is thy God?
And where His promised aid?"
4 Tis with a mournful pleasure now
I think on ancient days;
Then to Thy house did numbers go,
And all our work was praise.
5 But why's my soul sunk down so far,
Beneath this heavy load,
Why do my thoughts indulge despair,
And sin against my God?
6 Hope in the Lord, whose mighty hand,
Can all thy woes remove:
For I shall yet before Him stand,
And sing restoring love.
1 MY spirit sinks within me, Lord,
But I will call Thy name to mind;
And times of past distress record,
When I have found my God was kind.
2 Huge troubles, with tumultuous noise,
Swell like a sea, and round me spread;
Thy water-spouts drown all my joys,
And rising waves roll o'er my head.
3 Yet will the Lord command His love,
When I address His throne by day:
Nor in the night His grace remove;
The night shall hear me sing and pray.
4 I'll cast myself before His feet,
And say, "My God, my heavenly Rock!
Why doth Thy love so long forget
The soul that groans beneath Thy stroke?"
5 I'll chide my heart that sinks so low;
Why should my soul indulge her grief?
Hope in the Lord, and praise Him too:
He is my rest, my sure relief.
6 Thy light and truth shall guide me still:
Thy word shall my best thoughts employ,
And lead me to Thine heavenly hill,
My God, my most exceeding joy.
COMPLAINT MINGLED WITH HOPE.
1 MY God, defend my cause
Against a host of foes:
Oh! save me from th' unjust,
Who triumph in my woes.
Why dost thou faint,
My trembling heart?
To God impart
Thy sad complaint.
2 Why dost Thou, O my shield,
Desert me, thus forlorn?
Why, hated and oppressed,
Thus bid me ceaseless mourn?
To God I'll fly;
In God I'll trust,
When low in dust
My head shall lie.
3 Now to Thy sacred house
With joy direct my feet;
Where saints, with morning vows,
In full assembly meet.
Thy power divine
Shall there be shown,
And from Thy throne
Thy mercy shine.
4 Oh! send Thy light abroad:
Thy truth with heavenly ray
Shall lead my soul to God,
And guide my doubtful way.
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