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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.
2 His promise is the same,

His church below to bless,
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. 3 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?
4 Yes, if thou'lt help us, Lord,

Thy name we will confess;
And speak of Christ the living word,

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.

Ebenezer.

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 ;
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.

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Looking to Jesus.

P. M.
SWEET 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.

P. M. SWEET 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 ;

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:

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