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2 This precious truth his word declares,
And all his mercies prove;
Jesus, the gift of gifts, appears
To show, that God is love.
3 Sinai, in clouds, and smoke, and fire,
Thunders his dreadful name;
But Zion sings, in melting notes,
The homors of the Lamb.
4 In all his doctrines and commands,
His counsels and designs—
In ev'ry work his hands have fram'd
His love supremely shines.
5 Angels and men the news proclaim,
Through earth and heaven above,
The joyful and transporting news,
That God, the Lord, is love.
God's goodness. Ps. cvii. 31.
1 YE sons of men, with joy record
The various wonders of the Lord;
And let his power and goodness sound,
Through all your tribes the earth around.
2 Let the high heavens your songs invite,
Those spacious fields of brilliant light;
Where sun, and moon, and planets roll,
And stars, that glow from pole to pole.
3 But Oh! that brighter world above, Where lives and reigns incarnate love!
God's only Son, in flesh array'd,
For man a bleeding victim made.
4 Thither, my soul, with raptures soar,
There, in the land of praise, adore;
The theme demands an angel's lay,
Demands an everlasting day.
HYMN 9. L. M. Medley. Blendon. Tallis’ Evening Hymn. Loving-kindness. Isa. lxiii. 7. 1 AWAKE, my soul, to joyful lays, And sing the great Redeemer's praise; He justly claims a song from me, His loving-kindness, Oh, how free!
2 He saw me ruin’d in the fall,
Yet lov'd me notwithstanding all;
He sav'd me from my lost estate,
His loving-kindness, Oh, how great!
3 Though numerous hosts of mighty foes,
Though earth and hell my way oppose,
He safely leads my soul along,
His loving-kindness, Oh, how strong!
4. When trouble, like a gloomy cloud,
Has gather'd thick, and thunder'd loud,
He near my soul has always stood,
His loving-kindness, Oh, how good!
5 Often I feel my sinful heart,
Prome from my Jesus to depart;
But though I have him oft forgot,
His loving-kindness changes ":
6 Soon shall I pass the gloomy vale,
Soon all my mortal powers must fail;
Oh! may my last expiring breath
His loving-kindness sing in death.
HYMN 10. S. M. Watts.
Peckham. Watchman. Pelham.
- Love and Mercy.
1 SING—how eternal love
Its chief Beloved chose;
And bade him raise our ruin’d race,
From their abyss of woes.
2 His hand no thunder bears,
No terror clothes his brow; No bolts to drive our guilty souls
To fiercer flames below. ||
3 'Twas mercy fill'd the throne, And wrath stood silent byWhen Christ was sent with pardon down, To rebels doom'd to die.
4 Now, sinners, dry your tears, Let hopeless sorrow cease; Bow to the sceptre of his love, And take the offer'd peace.
HYMN 11. C. M. Watts. Colchester. Braintree. Trinity. Eph. ii. 18. 1 FATHER of glory, to thy name
Who dost an act of grace I soclaim,
And bid us rebels live.
2 Immortal honor to the Son,
Who makes thine anger cease;
Our lives he ransom'd with his own,
And died to make our peace.
3 To thine Almighty Spirit be
Immortal glory given,
Whose influence brings us near to thee,
And trains us up for heaven.
4 Let men, with their united voice,
Adore th' eternal God,
And spread his honors and their joys,
Through nations far abroad.
5 Let faith, and love, and duty join,
One general song to raise:
Let saints in earth and heaven combine,
In harmony and praise.
HMYN 12. C. M. Cowper.
Abridge. St. Ann's.
The mysteries of Providence.
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 bright '".
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 His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.
6 Blind unbelief is sure to er'
And scan his work in vain ;
God is his own interpreter:
And he will make it plain.
HYMN 13. C. M. Addison.
Servants of God always safe.
1 HOW are thy servants bless'd, O Lord,
How sure is their defence:
Eternal wisdom is their guide,
Their help, Omnipotence.
2 in foreign realms, and lands remote,
Supported by thy care:
Through burning climes they pass unhurt,
And breathe in tainted air.
3 When by the dreadful tempest borne,