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Witnessing the goodness of God. S. M. D.
From whom we favour claim;
And gives the heav'nly flame;
Our dear exalted Lord;
To bless us in his word.
His church below to bless,
To supplicate his grace:
And bears us on his mind. 3 To our relief he flies,
He flies from realms above;
And tokens of his love.
Salvation we have seen?
Thy name we will confess;
The Lord our righteousness :
We'll mention to his praise
The triumphs of his death; And sing his everlasting grace
Ev’n with our latest breath.
P. M. 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 ;
Safely to arrive at home.
Wand'ring from the fold of God;
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.
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.
In all need to Jesus go;
And himself more deeply know.
God's amazing condescension.
P. M. SWEET and blessed are the moments
When my. Jesus I can see,
Preludes of eternity;
Shall behold Him as He is ;
Sources of my joy and bliss,
2 Angels seek to know the reason,
Why the ever-blessed God,
Cloth'd like us in flesh and blood;
Like a wretched man they see ;
At their Maker on the tree.
3 But what was from them concealed
Freely thou to us hast shewn ;
'Twas thy love, and that alone;
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 ;
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.
96 Rejoicing with sorrou. P. M. M HEE will I love, my strength and tow's,
1 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 shind: