2 While in affliction's furnace, And passing through the fire, Thy love we praise which knows no days, We clap our hands, exulting In thine almighty favour; The love divine, which made us thing, 3 Thou dost conduct thy people The world, with sin and Satan, By thee we shall break through them all, 4 By faith we see the glory, And if thou count us worthy, We each, as dying Stephen, Shall see thee stand at God's right hand, To take us up to heaven. Hymn 174. S. M. ALMIGHTY Maker, God, How glorious is thy name! Thy wonders how diffus'd abroad, 2 In native white and red And free from pride, their beauties spread, To show thy skilful hand. 3 The lark mounts up the sky And bears her Maker's praise on high, 4 Fain would I rise and sing Fain would my heart adore my King, 5 But pride, that busy sin, Curs'd pride, which creeps securely in, 6 Thy glories I abate, Ör praise thee with design: 7 Create my soul anew, Else all my worship's vain; This wretched heart will ne'er prove true Till it be form'd again. 8 Descend, celestial fire, And seize me from above! 9 Let joy and worship spend Hymn 175. P. M. 'Rin Jesus's power, in Jesus's love: EJOICE evermore with angels above, With glad exultation your triumph proclaim, Ascribing salvation to God and the Lamb! 2 Thou, Lord, our relief in trouble hast been, Hast sav'd us from grief, hast sav'd us from sin; [free, The power of thy Spirit hath set our hearts And now we inherit all fulness in thee. 3 All fulness of peace, all fulness of joy, 4 No longer we join, while sinners invite: Nor envy the swine their brutish delight; Their joy is all sadness, their mirth is all vain; Their laughter is madness, their pleasure is pain. 5 O might they at last with sorrow return, The pleasures to taste for which they were born; 1 Our Jesus receiving, our happiness prove, Hymn 176. P. M. FT I in my heart have said, Mount to Christ, my glorious Head, Borne on contemplation's wing, 2 Oft I in my heart have said, 3 But the righteousness of faith, "Life to all, for life who sigh: "In thy mouth, and in thy heart "The word is ever nigh." Hymn 177. P. M. GLORIOUS hope of perfect love! It gives my ravish'd soul to taste, 2 The things eternal I pursue; For things by nature felt and seen; I neither have nor want. 3 Nothing on earth I call my own; I trample on their whole delight, 4 There is my house and portion fair, 5 I come, thy servant, Lord, replies, Hymn 178. L. M. 1YFar from the path of peace, E simple souls that stray That unfrequented way To life and happiness:- |