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Praise for God's constant love.
1 To God, the mighty Lord,

Your joyful thanks repeat;
To Him due praise afford,
As good as He is great.
For God does prove

Our constant friend;
His boundless love

Shall never end.
2 To Him, whose wondrous pow'r

All other gods obey,
Whom earthly kings adore,
This grateful homage pay.

For God does prove &c.
3 By his Almighty hand

Amazing works are wrought;
The heav'ns by his command
Were to perfection brought.

For God does prove &c.
4 He, in our depth of woes,

On us with favour thought,
And from our cruel foes
In peace and safety brought.

For God does prove &c.

5 He does the food supply,

On which all creatures live :
To God, who reigns on high,
Eternal praises give.
For God will prove

Our constant friend;
His boundless love

Shall never end. 136


Praise for God's mercy.
1 GIVE to our God immortal praise ;

Mercy and truth are all his ways:
Wonders of grace to God belong;

Repeat his mercies in your song.
2 Give to the Lord of lords renown;

The King of kings with glory crown:
His mercies ever shall endure,

When earthly thrones are known no more. 3 He built the earth, He spread the sky,

And fixed the starry lights on high :
Wonders of grace to God belong;

Repeat his mercies in your song.
4 He fills the sun with morning light;

He bids the moon direct the night :
His mercies ever shall endure,
When sun and moon shall shine no more.

5 He sent his Son with pow'r to save

From guilt and darkness and the grave :
Wonders of grace to God belong;

Repeat his mercies in your song. 138

L. M.
Praise for preserving grace.
I WIth all my powers of heart and tongue

I'll praise my Maker in my song :
Angels shall hear the notes I raise,

Approve the song, and join the praise. 2 I'll sing thy truth and mercy, Lord !

I'll sing the wonders of thy word ;
Not all thy works and names below

So much thy power and glory show! 3 To God I cried when troubles rose;

He heard me and subdu'd my foes;
He did my rising fears control,

And strength diffus'd through all my soul, 4 Amidst a thousand snares I stand,

Upheld and guarded by thy hand ;
Thy words my fainting soul revive,

And keep my dying faith alive!
5 Grace will complete what grace begins,

To save from sorrows and from sins;
The work, that wisdom undertakes,
Fternal mercy ne'er forsakos.


L. M.
God's omniscience.
I Thou, Lord, by strictest search hast known

My rising up and lying down;
My secret thoughts are known to Thee,

Known long before conceiv'd by me. 2[Surrounded by thy pow'r I stand,

On ev'ry side I find thy hand :
Oh! skill, for human reach too high!

Too dazzling bright for mortal eye!] 3[Oh! could I so perfidious be,

To think of once deserting Thee,
Where, Lord, could I thy influence shun ?

Or whither from thy presence run ? 4 If up to heav'n I take my flight,

'Tis there Thou dwell'st enthron'd in light ; Or dive to hell's infernal plains,

'Tis there Almighty vengeance reigns. 5 Or, should I try to shun thy sight

Beneath the sable wings of night, One glance from Thee, one piercing ray, Would kindle darkness into day.] 6 The veil of night is no disguise, No screen from thy all-searching eyes; Through midnight shades Thou find'st thy

way, As in the blazing noon of day..

17 Search, try, O God, my thoughts and heart,

If mischief lurks in any part;
Correct me where I go astray,

And guide me in thy perfect way. 143

L. M.
Prayer in conflict.
I HEAR me, O Lord! in my distress,

Hear me, in truth and righteousness;
For at thy bar of judgment tried,

None living could be justified.
2 Lord, I have foes, without, within;

The world, the flesh, in-dwelling sin,
Life's daily ills, temptation's hour,
And Satan roaring to devour.
3 Feebly to Thee I stretch my hands,

Like failing streams through desert sands;
I thirst for Thee as harvest plains,

Parch'd in the summer, thirst for rains. 4 Teach me thy will; subdue mine own:

Thou art my God, and Thou alone:
By thy good Spirit guide me still,

Safe from all foes, to Zion's hill.
5 Release my soul from trouble, Lord!

Quicken and help me by thy word;
May all its promises be mine:
Be Thou my portion:-I am thine.

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