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Infinite lengths beyond the bounds,
Where stars revolve their little rounds.
2 Not heav'n thy presence can contain,
Nor heav'n of heav'ns thy power restrain:
Thee, while the first archangel sings,
He veils his face beneath his wings.

3 Lord, what shall earth and ashes do?
We would adore our Maker too.
From sin and dust to thee we cry,
The Great, the Holy, and the High!
4 Earth from afar hath heard thy fame,
And babes have learnt to lisp thy name:
But, oh! the glories of thy mind
Leave all our soaring thoughts behind.

HYMN XXXIX. (L. M.)

1 BLEST be the Father and his love,
To whose celestial source we owe
Rivers of endless joys above,
And rills of comfort here below.

2 Glory to thee, great Son of God,
From whose dear wounded body rolls
A precious stream of vital blood,
Pardou and life for dying souls.

3 We give the sacred Spirit praise,
Who in our hearts of sin and woe
Makes living springs of grace arise,
And into boundless glory flow.

4 Thus God the Father, God the Son,
And God the Spirit, we adore;
That sea of life and love unknown,
Without a bottom or a shore.

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HYMN XL. (P. M. 148th.)

I GIVE immortal praise
To God the Father's love,
For all my comforts here,
And better hopes above:
He sent his own eternal Son

To die for sins that map had done.

To God the Son belongs

Immortal glory too,

Who bought us with his blood
From everlasting woe;

And now he lives, and now he reigns,
And sees the fruit of all his pains.

3 To God the Spirit's name
Immortal worship give,
Whose new-creating power
Makes the dead sinner live:
His work completes the great design,
And fills the soul with joy divine.

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Almighty God! to thee

Be endless honours done,

The undivided Three,

And the mysterious One:

Where reason fails with all her powers,
There faith prevails and love adores.

HYMN XLI. (L. M.)

1 FATHER of heav'n! whose love profound
A ransom for our souls hath found,
Before thy throne we sinners bend;
To us thy pard'ning love extend.
2 Almighty Son! Incarnate Word!
Our Prophet, Priest, Redeemer, Lord!
Before thy throne we sinners bend;
To us thy saving grace extend.

3 Eternal Spirit! by whose breath The soul is rais'd from sin and death, Before thy throne we sinners bend; To us thy quick'ning power extend. 4 Jehovah! Father, Spirit, Son; Mysterious Godhead! Three in One! Before thy throne we sinners bend; Grace, pardon, life, to us extend!

HYMN XLII. (P. M. Hotham.)

1 HOLY, Holy, Holy Lord!
Self-existent Deity,

By the hosts of heav'n ador'd,
Teach us how to worship thee.
All perfection dwells in thee,
Though to us obscurely known;
Three in One, and One in Three,
Great Jehovah, God alone!

2 Glorious thou in holiness,

Father, didst thy rights maintain; Truth and grace at once express, When thine only Son was slain. Here is deepest wisdom seen; Here the richest stores of grace: Mildest love, and vengeance keen; Oh, how bright their mingled rays! 3 Fearful thou in praises too, Glorious Saviour, slaughter'd Lamb! We with joy and wonder view All thy glory, all thy shame! Be thy death the death of sin; Be thy life the sinner's plea; Save me, teach me, rule within,— Prophet, Priest, and King to me. 4 Wonder-working Spirit! thine Is the saving grace we sing:

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Set on us thy seal divine;
Safely to thy kingdom bring:
To our souls thy glory shew;
Shed abroad a Saviour's love:
Fill us with thy peace below;
Lead us to thy joys above.

SABBATH

-WORSHIP.

[PSALMS 5, 19, 27, 42, 48, 63, 65, 84, 87, 89, 92, 95, 99, 118, 122, 132, 150.-HYMNS 19, 33.]

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HYMN XLIII. (s. M.)

WELCOME, Sweet day of rest,
That saw the Lord arise;
Welcome to this reviving breast,
And these rejoicing eyes!

2 The King himself comes near,
And feasts his saints to-day ;
Here we may meet, and see him here,
And love, and praise, and pray.

3 One day within the place

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Where thou, my God, hast been,
Is better than ten thousand days
Of pleasurable sin.

My willing soul would stay
In such a frame as this,

And gladly sing herself away
To everlasting bliss.

HYMN XLIV. (L. M.)

1 ANOTHER Six days' work is done, Another sabbath is begun :

Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest,

Improve the day thy God hath bless'd.

2 Come, bless the Lord, whose love assigns So sweet a rest to wearied minds; Provides an antepast of heav'n,

And gives this day the food of sev'n.

3 O that our thoughts and thanks may rise As grateful incense to the skies;

And draw from heav'n that sweet repose,
Which none, but he that feels it, knows!
4 This holy calm, within the breast,
Is the dear pledge of glorious rest,
Which for the church of God remains,
The end of cares, the end of pains.

5 In holy duties let the day,
In holy pleasures, pass away:
How sweet, a sabbath thus to spend,
In hope of one that ne'er shall end!

HYMN XLV. (L. M.)

I THINE earthly sabbaths, Lord, we love,
But there's a nobler rest above:
To that our longing souls aspire
With cheerful hope and strong desire.
2 No more fatigue, no more distress,
Nor sin, nor hell, shall reach the place;
No groans to mingle with the songs,
That warble from immortal tongues.
3 No rude alarms of raging foes;
No cares to break the long repose;
No midnight shade, no clouded sun,
But sacred, high, eternal noon.

4 Thine earthly sabbaths, Lord, we love,
But there's a nobler rest above:
Oh, may our souls that rest attain
From sin, from sorrow, and from pain!

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