162, 41, 277.

2 Chance and change are busy ever;
Man decays, and ages move;
But his mercy waneth never:
God is wisdom, God is love.

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Bliss he wakes, and woe he light-ens: God is wisdom, God

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3 E'en the hour that darkest seemeth,
Will his changeless goodness prove;
From the gloom his brightness streameth:
God is wisdom, God is love.
4 He with earthly cares entwineth
Hope and comfort from above;
Everywhere his glory shineth:
God is wisdom, God is love.

Sir John Bowring.

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162, 41, 534.

1 THERE's a wideness in God's mercy,
Like the wideness of the sea;
There's a kindness in his justice,
Which is more than liberty.

2 There is welcome for the sinner,
And more graces for the good;
There is mercy with the Saviour;
There is healing in his blood.
3 For the love of God is broader

Than the measure of man's mind,
And the heart of the Eternal
Is most wonderfully kind.

4 If our love were but more simple,
We should take him at his word;
And our lives would be all sunshine
In the sweetness of our Lord.

Frederick W. Faber.

LIZZIE S. TOURJEE.

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277, 130, 41.

1 MIGHTY God! while angels bless thee,
May a mortal lisp thy name?
Lord of men, as well as angels!
Thou art every creature's theme:

2

Lord of every land and nation!
Ancient of eternal days!
Sounded through the wide creation
Be thy just and awful praise.

1. Lord, thy glory fills the heaven; Earth is with its fullness stored; Un-to thee be glory

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LYONS. 10s & 11s.

FRANCIS J. HAYDN.

1. O worship the King, all-glorious a-bove, And grate-ful-ly sing his wonderful love;

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zeb Ho-ly, ho-ly, ho- ly, mer-ci-ful and mighty! God o-ver all, who rules e-ter-ni-ty.

1

2 Holy, holy, holy! angels adore thee,
Casting down their bright crowns around
the glassy sea;
Thousands, and ten thousands worship low
before thee,

Which wert and art and evermore shalt

be.

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13 Holy, holy, holy! though darkness hide thee,

MENDELSSOHN. 10s.

Though the eye of man thy great glory may not see;

Only thou art holy; there is none beside

All M 249, 568. 2 Lord, thy sure mercies, ever in my sight, My heart shall gladden through the tedious day; And 'midst the dark and gloomy shades of night,

To thee, my God, I'll tune the grateful

lay.

thee,

Perfect in power, in love and purity.
Reginald Heber.

FELIX MENDELSSOHN-BARTHOLDY.

Lentando.

13 Why faint, my soul? why doubt Jehovah's aid?

Thy God the God of mercy still shall prove;

Within his courts thy thanks shall yet be paid;

Unquestioned be his faithfulness and

love.

Anon.