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I too, at the season ordain'd,

Their chorus for ever shall join,
And love and adore without end,

Their faithful Creator, and mine.

P. M

DEBTOR to mercy alone,

Of covenant mercy I sing :
Nor fear with thy righteousness on,

My person and off'ring to bring.
The terrors of law and of God

With me can have nothing to do; My Saviour's obedience and blood

Hide all my transgressions from view. 2 The work which his goodness began,

The arm of his strength will complete; His promise is Yea and Amen,

And never was forfeited yet.
Things future, nor things that are now,

Not all things below nor above,
Can make Him his purpose forego,

Or sever my soul from his love. 3 My name from the palms of his hands

Eternity will not erase; Imprest on his heart it remains

In marks of indelible grace: Yes, I to the end shall endure,

As sure as the earnest is given; More happy, but not more secure,

The glorify'd spirits in heav'n.

God's Covenant.

C. M.

Y God, the cov’nant of thy love

Abides for ever sure,
And in its matchless grace I feel

My happiness secure. 2 What though my house be not with Thee,

As nature could desire ?
To nobler joys than nature gives,

Thy servants shall aspire.
3 Since thou, the everlasting God,

My Father art become;
Jesus, my guardian, and my friend,

And heav'n my final home;
4 I welcome all thy sov'reign will;

For all that will is love :
And when I know not what thou do'st,

I wait the light above.
5 Thy cov'nant in the darkest gloom

Shall heav'nly rays impart,
Which, when my eye-lids close in death,

Shall warm my chilling heart.

C. M.

121 Light shining out of darkness.

LOD moves in a mysterious way,

His wonders to perform:
He plants his footsteps in the sea,
And rides


the storm.


2 Deep in unfathomable mines

of never failing skill,
He treasures up his bright designs,
And works his sov’reign

3 Ye fearful saints fresh courage take,

The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break,

In blessings on your head. .
4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust him for his

grace; Behind a frowning providence,

He hides a smiling face. 5 His purposes will ripen fast,

Unfolding ev'ry hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,

But sweet will be the flow'r.

6 Blind unbelief is sure to err,

And scan his work in vain; God is his own interpreter,

And he will make it plain.

P. M.

122 Goodness in Redemption admired.
THOU God of my salvation,

My Redeemer from all sin;
Mov'd by thy divine compassion,
Who hast dy'd my heart to win;

I will praise Thee-
Where shall I thy praise begin?

2 While the angel-choirs are crying

Glory to the great I AM;"
I with them would be ascribing

Glory, glory to the Lamb."

Oh how precious
Is the sound of Jesu's name!

3 Now I see with joy and wonder

Whence the healing streams arose ;
Angels' minds are lost to ponder
Dying love without a cause :

Yet a blessing
Down to sippers now it flows.

4 May this set our souls on fire,

Cause to glow the flame of love;
Higher, let us mount still higher,
Waiting for out blest remove:

Then we'll praise thee,
In the brighter realms above.

123 Souls attracted by a crucified Saviour. S. M. D. BEHOLD the Prince of life

Nail'd to th' uplifted wood;
His temples twin'd with rugged thorns,

His body bath'd in blood!
But from this dreadful scene

What joys and glories rise!
For by this cross shall sinners live,

By this ascend the skies.


2 This cross a magnet proves,

That shall attract mankind;
Here God appears supremely just;

And here supremely kind:
When sceptres, crowns, and thrones

Melt in th' unbounded flame,
Heav'n shall the wonders of the cross

In endless praise proclaim.


The Promises.

L. M.

The promise is my joy and song;

'Tis rich and full, 'tis firm and strong; It answers all the sinner's needs,

And far his scanty thoughts exceeds. 2 And yet my weak and doubtful mind

To unbelief is still inclin'd;
For though the word of grace is free,

I often fear tis not for me.
3 O could I with a steady faith,

Believe what God my father saith,
Then should I glorify him more.
And his unbounded grace adore!

4 How should I trust my heav'nly friend,

And on his faithful word depend !
Then could I fearless view the grave,
And death himself no sting would have.

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