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3 And even now we view it burn,
With undiminished ray,
It hails the pagan's glad return,
And cheers the wanderer's way
With influence sweet illuming far,
Its beam to peace inclines,
From east to west the splendid star,
The star of Jesus shines.
1 GOD moves in a mysterious way,
His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.
2 Deep in unfathomable mines,
Of never failing skill,
He treasures up his vast designs,
And works his sov'reign will.
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 Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan his works in vain ;
God is his own interpreter,
And he will make them plain.
1 HIGH in the heavens eternal God,
Thy goodness in full glory shines,
Thy truth shall break through every cloud
That veils and darkens thy designs.
2 Thy providence is kind and large,
Both man and beast thy bounty share,
The whole creation is thy charge,
But saints are thy peculiar care.
3 My God how excellent thy grace,
Whence all our hope and comfort spring,
The sons of Adam in distress,
Fly to the shadow of thy wing.
4 From the provisions of thy house,
We shall be fed with sweet repast,
There mercy like a river flows,
And brings salvation to our taste.
5 Life, like a fountain, rich and free,
Springs from the presence of my Lord,
And in thy light our souls shall see
The glories promised in thy word.
1 GREAT is the Lord, his works of might
Demand our noblest songs,
Let his assembled saints unite
Their harmony of tongues.
2 Great is the mercy of the Lord,
He gives his children food,
And ever mindful of his word,
He makes his promise good.
3 His Son the great Redeemer came,
And sealed the covenant sure,
Holy and reverend is his name,
His ways are just and pure.
4 To fear thy power, to trust thy grace,
Is our divinest skill,
And he the wisest of our race,
That most obeys thy will.
1 THE glories of my Maker, God,
My joyful soul shall sing,
And call the nations to adore
Their Father and their King.
2 'Twas his own hand that shaped our clay,
And wrought this human frame,
But from his own immediate breath,
Our nobler spirits came.
3 We bring our mortal powers to God,
And worship with our tongues,
We claim some kindred with the skies,
And join the angels' songs.
4 Ye planets to his honour shine,
And wheels of nature roll,
Praise him in your unwearied course,
Around the steady pole.
1 HE dies! the friend of sinners dies!
Lo! Salem's daughters weep around!
A solemn darkness veils the skies;
A sudden trembling shakes the ground!
Come, saints, and drop a tear or two,
On the dear bosom of your God,
He shed a thousand drops for you;
A thousand drops of richer blood.
2 Here's love and grief beyond degree!
The Lord of glory dies for man!
But lo! what sudden joys I see!
Jesus, the dead, revives again.
The rising Saviour leaves the tomb;
Up to his Father's court he flies;
Cherubic legions guard him home,
And shout him" Welcome to the skies!"
3 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell How high your great Deliverer reigns; Sing,-how he spoil'd the hosts of hell, And laid the monster death in chains, Say," Live for ever, wond'rous King! "Born to redeem; and strong to save!" Then ask the monster "Where's thy sting?" And, "Where's thy victory, boasting grave ?"
XII. HYMN.-6 lines, 6's. & 2 lines 8's.
1 BLOW ye the trumpet, blow The gladly solemn sound;
Let all the nations know
To earth's remotest bound,