3 "Tis He that makes the blind to see,
That sets the labouring conscience free,
And fills the soul with joy and peace ;
He helps the stranger in distress,
The widow and the fatherless,
And to the prisoner grants release.
4 He loves His saints, He knows them well,
And with His church delights to dwell;
Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns;
Let age to age His grace proclaim,
Let every tongue exalt His name:
Praise ye the Lord, in endless strains.
EHOVAH reigns, exalted high,
Above the earth, beyond the sky;
Though clouds and darkness veil His feet,
His dwelling is the mercy-seat.
2 O ye that love His holy name,
Hate every work of sin and shame :
He guards the souls of all His friends,
And from the snares of hell defends.
3 Immortal light, and joys unknown,
Are for the saints in darkness sown ;
Those glorious seeds shall spring and rise,
And the bright harvest bless our eyes.
4 Rejoice, ye righteous, and record
The sacred honours of the Lord;
None but the soul that feels His grace
Can triumph in His holiness.
E reigns! the Lord, the Saviour reigns;
Praise Him in evangelic strains;
Let the whole earth in songs rejoice,
And distant islands join their voice.
2 Deep are His counsels and unknown,
But grace and truth support His throne;
Though gloomy clouds His way surround,
Justice is their eternal ground.
3 In robes of judgment, lo! He comes,
Shakes the wide earth and cleaves the tombs;
Before Him burns devouring fire;
The mountains melt, the seas retire.
4 His enemies, with sore dismay,
Fly from the sight and shun the day;
Then lift your heads, ye saints, on high,
And sing, for your redemption's nigh.
REAT God, how infinite art Thou!
What finite worms are we!
Let the whole race of creatures bow,
And render praise to Thee.
2 Thy throne eternal ages stood,
Ere seas or stars were made;
Thou wert the ever-living God,
Were all the nations dead.
3 Nature and time uncovered lie
To thine immense survey,
From the formation of the sky
To the dread fiery day.
4 Eternity, with all our years,
Stands present in Thy view;
To Thee there's nothing old appears;
To Thee there's nothing new.
5 Our lives through various scenes are drawn,
Perplexed with earthly cares ;
Thy mighty purposes move on
Thine undisturbed affairs.
6 Great God, how infinite art Thou!
What finite worms are we!
Let the whole race of creatures bow,
And render praise to Thee.
OW shall I praise the eternal God,
The high and lofty One?
Who can ascend to His abode,
Or venture near His throne?
2 The great Invisible! He dwells
Concealed in dazzling light;
But His all-searching eye reveals
The secrets of the night.
3 His watchful eyes, that never sleep,
Survey the world around;
His wisdom is a boundless deep,
Where all our thoughts are drowned.
4 Speak we of strength? His arm is strong,
To save or to destroy;
Infinite years His life prolong,
And endless is His joy.
5 He knows no shadow of a change,
Nor alters His decrees;
Firm as a rock His truth remains,
To guard His promises.
6 Justice and truth, before the throne,
Maintain the rights of God;
While mercy comes with pardons down,
Through Christ the Saviour's blood.
LESS, O my soul, the living God,
Call home thy thoughts that rove abroad;
Let all the powers within me join
In work and worship so divine.
2 Bless, O my soul, the God of grace;
His favours claim thy highest praise;
Why should the wonders He hath wrought,
Be lost in silence and forgot?
3 'Tis He, my soul, that sent His Son
To die for crimes which thou hast done:
He owns the ransom, and forgives
The hourly follies of our lives.
4 The vices of the mind He heals,
And cures the pains that nature feels :
Redeems the soul from hell, and saves
Our wasting life from threatening graves.
5 Our youth decayed His power repairs;
His mercy crowns our growing years;
He satisfies our mouth with good,
And fills our hopes with heavenly food.
6 His power He showed by Moses' hands,
And gave to Israel His commands:
But sent His truth and mercy down
To all the nations by His Son.
7 Let the whole earth His power confess;
Let the whole earth adore His grace;
The Gentile with the Jew shall join
In work and worship so divine.
THE Lord, how wondrous are His ways!
How firm His truth! how large His
grace!
He takes His mercy for His throne,
And thence He makes His glories known.
2 Not half so high His power hath spread
The starry heavens above our head,
As His rich love exceeds our praise,
Exceeds the highest hopes we raise.
3 Not half so far hath nature placed
The rising morning from the west,
As His forgiving grace removes
The daily guilt of those He loves.
4 How slowly doth His wrath arise!
On swifter wings salvation flies;
And if He let His anger burn,
How soon His frowns to pity turn!
5 Amidst His wrath compassion shines;
His strokes are lighter than our sins;
And while His rod corrects His saints,
His ear indulges their complaints.
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