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Witnessing the goodness of God.

S. M. D.

THE God, whose smiles we court,
From whom we favour claim;

Whose love alone new life imparts,
And gives the heav'nly flame;
Is none but the meek Lamb,
Our dear exalted Lord;

Whose grace and Spirit still remain
To bless us in his word.

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When they assemble in his name

To supplicate his grace:
A train of sinners poor

He will not cast behind;

But keeps his word for evermore,
And bears us on his mind.

To our relief he flies,

He flies from realms above;

Answers our pray'rs in sweet replies,
And tokens of his love.

Shall we not witness bear
How faithful He hath been;
And boldly to the world declare,
Salvation we have seen?

Yes, if thou'lt help us, Lord,
Thy name we will confess;

And speak of Christ the living word,
The Lord our righteousness:

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We'll mention to his praise The triumphs of his death; And sing his everlasting grace Ev'n with our latest breath.

Ebenezer.

NOME, thou fount of ev'ry blessing,
Tune my heart to sing thy grace;

Streams of mercy never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above;
Praise the mount-Oh, fix us on it,
Mount of God's unchanging love!

2 Here I raise my Ebenezer ;
Hither by thine help I come;
And I hope by thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wand'ring from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interpos'd his precious blood.

3 Oh! to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrain'd to be!
Let that grace now, like a fetter.
Bind my wand'ring heart to thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it
Prone to leave the God I love ;
Here's my heart, O take and seal it,
Seal it from thy courts above.

P. M.

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SWEE

Looking to Jesus.

P. M.

WEET the moments, rich in blessing,
Which before the cross I spend ;

Life and health, and peace possessing
From the sinners' dying friend.
Here I'll sit, for ever viewing

Mercy's streams in streams of blood;
Precious drops my soul bedewing,
Plead and claim my peace with God.

2 Truly blessed is this station,
Low before his cross to lie ;
While I see divine compassion
Floating in his languid eye;
Here it is I find my heaven,
While upon the Lamb I gaze;
Love I much? I've much forgiven,
I'm a miracle of grace.

3 Love and grief my heart dividing,
With my tears his feet I'll bathe;
Constant still in faith abiding,
Life deriving from his death.
May I still enjoy this feeling,
In all need to Jesus go;

Prove his wounds each day more healing,
And himself more deeply know.

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God's amazing condescension.

SWEET

WEET and blessed are the moments
When my Jesus I can see,

Lost in those divine enjoyments,

Preludes of eternity;

When my soul, with love and wonder,
Shall behold Him as He is ;
On his natures ever ponder,
Sources of my joy and bliss,

2 Angels seek to know the reason,
Why the ever-blessed God,
Stoop'd to suffer for our treason,
Cloth'd like us in flesh and blood;
Him, whom lately they surrounded
Like a wretched man they see;
Gaze astonish'd and confounded,
At their Maker on the tree.

3 But what was from them concealed
Freely thou to us hast shewn ;
Thou hast now the cause revealed;
'Twas thy love, and that alone;
That's the source of ev'ry blessing
To our ruin'd, wretched race;
Streams of bounty, still increasing,
Flow from rich and sov'reign grace.

4 'Tis from thee, my dearest Jesus,
All my hope and comfort springs;

P. M.

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I would ever sing thy praises,
Glorious Saviour, King of kings:
Great has been thy condescension
To unworthy, sinful me ;
Great above my comprehension,
Love supreme, divinely free.

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Rejoicing with sorrow.

P. M.

HEE will I love, my strength and tow'r, Thee will I love, my joy and crown ; Thee will I love with all my pow'r,

In all my works, and thee alone!
Thee will I love till the pure fire
Fills my whole soul with chaste desire.

2 Ah! why did I so late thee know,
Thee, lovelier than the sons of men!
Ah! why did I not sooner go

To thee, the only ease in pain! Asham'd I sigh, and inly mourn That I so late to thee did turn.

3 In darkness willingly 1 stray'd;

I sought thee, yet from thee I rov'd; For wide my wand'ring thoughts were spread, Thy creatures more than Thee I lov'd: And now, if more at length I see,

'Tis through thy light, and comes from thee.

4 I thank thee, uncreated Sun,

That thy bright beams on me have shin'd:

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