2 Holy is he in all his works,
And saints are his delight;
But sinners and their wicked ways
Are hateful in his sight.

The deepest rev'rence, homage, love,
Pay, O my soul, to God;

Lift with thy hands a holy heart

To his sublime abode.

4 Thou, righteous God! preserve my mind
From all pollution free;

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Thine image form within my breast,
That I thy face may see.

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God the searcher of hearts.

YOD is a Spirit, just and wise;
He sees our inmost mind;

In vain to heav'n we raise our cries,
And leave our souls behind.

2 Nothing but truth before his throne
With honor can appear.

The painted hypocrites are known
Through the disguise they wear.
3 Their lifted eyes salute the skies,
Their bended knees the ground:
But God abhors the sacrifice
Where not the heart is found.

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4 Lord! search my thoughts, and try my ways,
And make my soul sincere:
Then shall I stand before thy face,
And find acceptance there.

God no respecter of persons.

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1 WITH eye impartial, heav'ns high King

Surveys each human tribe;

No earthly pomp his eyes can charm,
Nor wealth his favor bribe.

2 The rich and poor, of equal clay,
His pow'rful hand did fraine;
All souls are his, and him alike
Their common Parent claim.

3 Ye sons of men of high degree,
Your great Superior own;

Praise him for all his gifts, and pay
Your homage at his throne.

4 Trust in the Lord, ye humble poor,
And banish ev'ry fear:

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The God you serve will ne'er forsake
The man of heart sincere.

God faithful.

THE promises I sing,

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Which love supreme once spoke;

Nor will th' eternal King

His words of grace revoke
They stand secure

And steadfast still:

Not Sion's hill

Abides so sure.

2 The mountains melt away,
When once the Judge appears;
And sun and moon decay,

That measure mortal years:
But still the same,

In radiant lines,
His promise shines

Through all the flame.

3 Their harmony shall sound

Through my attentive eart,
When thunders cleave the ground,
And dissipate the spheres.

'Midst all the shock

Of that dread scene,
I'll stand serene,

Thy word my rock.

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God benevolent and merciful.

1 THY ceaseless, unexhausted love,
Unmerited and free,

Delights our evil to remove,
And help our misery.

2 Thou waitest to be gracious still;
Thou dost with sinners bear;
That, sav'd, we may thy goodness feel,
And all thy grace declare.

3 Thy goodness and thy truth to me,
To ev'ry soul abound;

A vast unfathomable sea

Where all our thoughts are drown'd.

4 Its streams the whole creation reach,
So plenteous is the store;
Enough for all, enough for each,
Enough for evermore.

5 Faithful, O Lord, thy mercies are;
A rock which cannot move:
A thousand promises declare
Thy constancy of love.

6 Throughout the universe it reigns,
Unalterably sure;

And, while the truth of God remains,
His goodness must endure.

God is love.

1 MY God, thy boundless love I praise,

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How bright on high its glories blaze,
How sweetly bloom below!

It streams from thine eternal throne;
Through heav'n its joys for ever run,
And o'er the earth they flow.

2 "Tis love that paints the purple morn,
And bids the clouds, in air upborne,
Their genial drops distil;

In ev'ry vernal beam it glows,
And breathes in ev'ry gale that blows,
And glides in ev'ry rill.

3 It robes in cheerful green the ground,
And pours its flow'ry beauties round,
Whose sweets perfume the gale:
Its bounties richly spread the plain,
The blushing fruit, the golden grain,
And smile on ev'ry vale.

4 But in thy gospel see it shine,
With grace and glories more divine,
Proclaiming sins forgiv❜n,

There faith, bright cherub, points the way
To realms of everlasting day,
And opens all her heav'n.

5 Then let the love, that makes me blest,
With cheerful praise inspire my breast,
And ardent gratitude;

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And all my thoughts and passions tend
To thee, my Father and my Friend,
My soul's eternal good.

God gracious to all.

WEET is the mem'ry of thy grace,
O God, my heav'nly King!

Let age to age thy righteousness
In songs of glory sing.

2 God reigns on high, but not confines
His goodness to the skies.

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Through the whole earth his bounty shines,
And every want supplies.

3 With longing eyes, thy creatures wait
On thee for daily food;

Thy lib'ral hand provides their meat,
And fills their mouths with good.

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4 How kind are thy compassions, Lord,
How slow thine anger moves!

But soon he sends his pard'ning word
To cheer the souls he loves.

5 Creatures, with all their endless race,
Thy pow'r and praise proclaim;
But saints who taste thy richer grace,
Delight to bless thy name.

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God's mercies unutterable.

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UR souls with pleasing wonder view
The bounties of thy grace;

How much bestow'd, how much reserv'd
For those that seek thy face.

2 Thy lib'ral hand with worldly bliss
Öft makes their cup run o'er;
And in the cov'nant of thy love
They find diviner store.

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3 Here mercy hides their num❜rous sins;
Here grace their souls renews;
Here hope, and love, and joy, and peace
Their heav'nly beams diffuse.

4 But oh! what treasures yet unknown
Are lodg'd in worlds to come!
If these th' enjoyments of the way,
How happy is their home!

5 And what shall wretched man reply?
Or how such goodness own?

But 'tis our joy that, Lord, to thee

Thy servants' hearts are known.

6 Since time's too short, all gracious God,
To utter half thy praise;

Loud to the honor of thy name
Eternal hymns we'll raise.

God's mercy great and eternal.
MY soul, repeat his praise

Whose mercies are so great;

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