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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.

HYMN 8. L. M. Doddridge.

Antigua. Blendon.

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

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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, -
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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.
Mear. Rochester.
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,

His' the broken Wave,

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