His goodness own, His promise claim,
And look for all His saving grace,
Till all His saving grace I see,
From sin and hell for ever free.
3 To God, my God, with plaintive cry,
I called in agony of fear;
My humble wailing pierced the sky,
My groaning reached His gracious ear;
He heard me from His glorious throne,
And sent the timely rescue down.
4 For who, except the Lord, is God?
Who is a rock but God alone?
My soul He hath with strength endued,
To perfect love He leads me on;
My feet, through Him, the hinds outfly,
And spurn the earth and scale the sky.
5 The Lord for me doth ever live;
Blessing ascribe to God most High!
Glory and thanks to Jesus give,
The Rock on which I still rely!
Extol His power, His mercies raise,
The God of my salvation praise!
IE God of Abraham praise,
Who reigns enthroned above,
Ancient of everlasting days,
And God of love!
Jehovah! Great I AM!
By earth and heaven confest
I bow and bless the sacred Name,
For ever blest!
The God of Abraham praise;
At whose supreme command,
From earth I rise, and seek the joys
At His right hand:
I all on earth forsake,
Its wisdom, fame, and power;
And Him my only portion make,
My shield and tower.
3 The God of Abraham praise!
Whose all-sufficient grace
Shall guide me all my happy days,
In all my ways:
He calls a worm His friend!
He calls Himself my God!
And He shall save me to the end,
Through Jesu's blood.
He by Himself hath sworn,
I on His oath depend;
I shall, on eagles' wings up-borne,
To Heaven ascend:
I shall behold His face,
I shall His power adore,
And sing the wonders of His grace
For evermore !
THOUGH nature's strength decay, And earth and hell withstand, To Canaan's bounds I urge my way, At His command.
The watery deep I pass,
With Jesus in my view;
And through the howling wilderness
My way pursue.
2 The goodly land I see,
With peace and plenty blest;
A land of sacred liberty,
And endless rest.
There milk and honey flow;
And oil and wine abound;
And trees of life for ever grow,
With Mercy crowned.
There dwells the Lord our King,
The Lord our Righteousness,
Triumphant o'er the world and sin,
The Prince of Peace!
On Sion's sacred height,
His kingdom still maintains;
And, glorious with His saints in light,
For ever reigns!
He keeps His own secure,
He guards them by His side,
Arrays in garments white and pure
His spotless Bride:
With streams of sacred bliss,
With groves of living joys,
With all the fruits of Paradise,
He still supplies.
BEFORE the great Three-One
They all exulting stand,
And tell the wonders He hath done,
Through all their land:
The listening spheres attend,
And swell the growing fame;
And sing, in songs which never end,
The wondrous Name!
2 The God, who reigns on high,
The great archangels sing,
And, "Holy, holy, holy," cry,
Almighty King!
Who WAS, and 18, the same,
And evermore shall be;
Jehovah! Father! Great I AM!
We worship Thee!"
Before the Saviour's face
The ransomed nations bow;
O'erwhelmed at His Almighty grace,
He shows His prints of love,—
They kindle to a flame!
And sound, through all the worlds above,
The slaughtered Lamb!
4 The whole triumphant host Give thanks to God on high;
"Hail! Father, Son, and Holy Ghost!"
They ever cry:
Hail! Abraham's God,-and mine!
(I join the heavenly lays,)
All might and majesty are Thine,
And endless praise!
BLESS the Lord, my soul!
His grace to thee proclaim:
And all that is within me, join
To bless His holy name.
O bless the Lord, my soul!
His mercies bear in mind;
Forget not all His benefits,-
The Lord to thee is kind.
He will not always chide,
He will with patience wait;
His wrath is ever slow to rise,
And ready to abate.
He pardons all thy sins,
Prolongs thy feeble breath;
He healeth thine infirmities,
And ransoms thee from death.
He clothes thee with His love,
Upholds thee with His truth;
And, like the eagle, He renews
The vigour of thy youth.
Then bless His holy name,
Whose grace hath made thee whole;
Whose loving kindness crowns thy days;-
O bless the Lord, my soul!
MY soul, inspired with sacred love,
God's holy name for ever bless;
Of all His favours mindful prove,
And still thy grateful thanks express.
2 "Tis He that all thy sins forgives,
And after sickness makes thee sound:
From danger He thy life retrieves,
By Him with grace and mercy crowned.
8 The Lord abounds with tender love,
And unexampled acts of grace;
His wakened wrath doth slowly move,
His willing mercy flies apace.
4 As high as heaven its arch extends,
Above this little spot of clay,
So much His boundless love transcends,
The small regards that we can pay.
5 As far as 'tis from east to west,
So far hath He our sins removed;
Who, with a Father's tender breast,
Has such as fear Him always loved.
6 The Lord, the universal King,
In heaven hath fixed His lofty throne;
To Him, ye angels, praises sing,
In whose great strength His praise is shown.
7 Let every creature jointly bless
The mighty Lord!-and thou, my heart,
With grateful joy thy thanks express,
And in this concert bear thy part.
(182) L.M. 6 lines, triplets.
I'LL praise my Maker while I've breath;
And when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler powers; My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures.
2 Happy the man whose hopes rely On Israel's God; He made the sky,
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