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I all on earth forsake,

Its wisdom, fame, and pow'r:
And him my only portion make,
My shield and tow'r.

3 The God of Abr'ham praise,
Whose all-sufficient grace

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Shall guide me all my happy days,
In all his ways:

He calls a worm his friend!
He calls himself my God!
And he shall save me to the end,
Through Jesu's blood.

He by himself hath sworn,
I on his oath depend,

I shall, on eagle's wings up-borne,
To heav'n ascend:

I shall behold his face,
I shall his pow'r adore,
And sing the wonders of his grace
For evermore.

12 Christ the Steward of God's family.

L. M.

WITH what delight I raise my eyes,

And view the courts where Jesus dwells!

Jesus, who reigns beyond the skies,
And here below his grace reveals.

2 Of David's royal house, the key
Is borne by that majestic hand;

Mansions and treasures there I see
Subjected all to his command.

3 He shuts, and worlds might strive in vain
The mighty obstacle to move;

He looses all their bars again,
And who shall shut the gates of love?

4 Fix'd in omnipotence he bears
The glories of his Father's name,
Sustains his people's weighty cares,
Through ev'ry changing age the same.

5 My little all I there suspend,

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Where the whole weight of heav'n is hung: Secure I rest on such a friend.

And into raptures wake my tongue.

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God glorious, tremendous, and gracious.

'ER the blest etherial plains,

Seats of love and endless peace,

Girt with might Jehovah reigns;
Fountain pure of happiness!

2 Propt on pillars of his pow'r,

Worlds, with all their massy weight;
Hanging rest on Him secure,
August arbiter of fate.

3 Down where horror clad in night,
Broods o'er dire infernal plains,

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He the true essential light,
In vindictive justice reigns.

4 Praise him then ye radiant bands,
In your noblest strains of love,
Who fulfilling his commands,
Round his bright effulgence move.
5 You, the nearest to his throne,
Chaunt that love you long to know;
Vivid orbs your music join,

Sing his praise with brightest glow!
6 Gloomy plains of living death,
Fraught with woes that never cease;
With your baneful blasted breath,
Own submiss his just decrees.

7 Chiefly you whose flagrant guilt,
Had incur'd his vengeful ire,
Till th' atoning blood was spilt,
To redeem your souls from fire.

8 Warbling through the vast expanse,
To his throne your voices raise,
"Till the sacred resonance,
Fill infinitude with praise.

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Christ only the Eternal Life.

L. M

HERE shall the tribes of Adam find
The sov'reign Good to fill the mind?

Ye sons of moral wisdom, show
The spring whence living waters flow.

2 Say, will the stoic's flinty heart
Melt, and this cordial juice impart ?
Could Plato find these blissful streams,
Amongst his raptures and his dreams?

3 In vain I ask, for nature's power
Extends but to this mortal hour:
'Twas but a poor relief she gave
Against the terrors of the

grave.

4 Jesus, our kingsman, and our God,
Array'd in majesty and blood,
Thou art our life; our souls in thee
Possess a full felicity.

5 All our immortal hopes are laid
In Thee, our Surety and our Head;
Thy cross, thy cradle, and thy throne,
Are big with glories yet unknown.

6 Let atheists scoff, and Jews blaspheme
Th' eternal life, and Jesu's name;
A word of his almighty breath
Dooms the rebellious world to death.

7 But let my soul for ever lie

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Beneath the blessings of thine eye;
"Tis heaven on earth, 'tis heaven above,
To see thy face, to taste thy love.

Invitation to Praise.

AWAKE, and sing the song

Of Moses and the Lamb;

S. M.

Wake ev'ry heart, and ev'ry tongue,
To praise the Saviour's name.
2 Sing of his dying love,
Sing of his rising pow'r:
Sing how he intercedes above
For those whose sins he bore.

3 Sing, till we feel our hearts
Ascending with our tongues:
Sing, till the love of sin departs,
And grace inspires our songs.

4 Sing on your heav'nly way,
Ye ransom❜d sinners sing;
Sing on, rejoicing ev'ry day,
In Christ, th' eternal King.

5 Soon shall ye hear him say,
"Ye blessed children come;"
Soon will he call you hence away,
And take his wanderers home.

16 Psalm 100, altered from Dr. Watts.

BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne,
Ye nations, bow with sacred joy,
Know that the Lord is God alone;
He can create and He destroy.

L. M

2 His sov'reign pow'r without our aid,
Made us of clay and form'd us men;
And when like wand'ring sheep we stray'd,
He brought us to his fold again.

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