Wonders of grace to God belong ;-
Repeat his mercies in your song.
4 He fills the sun with morning light,
He bids the moon direct the night:
His mercies ever shall endure,

When suns and moons shall shine no more. 5 He sent his Son, with power to save

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From guilt, and darkness, and the grave:
Wonders of grace to God belong;
Repeat his mercies in your song.

6 Through this vain world he guides our feet, And leads us to his heavenly seat:

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His mercies ever shall endure,

When this vain world shall be no more.

PSALM 136, C. M.

Wondrate Works of God.

IVE thanks to God, the sovereign Lord;—

U His mercies still endure,

And be the King of kings adored;

His truth is ever sure.

2 What wonders hath his wisdom done!
How mighty is his hand!

Heaven, earth and sea, he framed alone:
How wide is his command!

3 He saw the nations dead in sin;
He felt his pity move;

How sad the state the world was in!
How boundless was his love!

4 He sent to save us from our woe,-
His goodness never fails,——

From death and hell, and every foe,-
And still his grace prevails.

5 Give thanks to God, the heavenly King;
His mercies still endure:

Let the whole earth his praises sing;
His truth is ever sure.

PSALM 136, H. M.

The Wonders of Creation and Grace.
IVE thanks to God most high,-
U The universal Lord,-

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The sovereign King of kings,

And be his grace adored;

Thy mercy, Lord!
Shall still endure;
And ever sure
Abides thy word.

2 How mighty is his hand!

What wonders hath he done!
He formed the earth and seas,
And spread the heavens alone:
His power and grace

Are still the same;
And let his name
Have endless praise.

8 He saw the nations lie
All perishing in sin;
And pitied the sad state
The ruined world was in:

Thy mercy, Lord!
Shall still endure;
And ever sure

Abides thy word.

4 He sent his only Son

To save us from our woe,
From Satan, sin, and death,
And every hurtful foe:
His power and grace
Are still the same;
And let his name
Have endless praise.

5 Give thanks aloud to God,
To God, the heavenly King;
And let the spacious earth
His works and glories sing:
Thy mercy, Lord!

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Shall still endure;

And ever sure

Abides thy word.

PSALM 136, First Part, 7s.

God's Mercies sure.

ET us, with a joyful mind,
Praise the Lord, for he is kind;

For his mercies shall endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

2 He, with all-commanding might,
Filled the new-made world with light:
For his mercies shall endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

3 All things living he doth feed;
His full hand supplies their need:
For his mercies shall endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

4 He his chosen race did bless,
In the wasteful wilderness:
For his mercies shall endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

5 He hath, with a piteous eye,
Looked upon our misery:
For his mercies shall endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

6 Let us then, with joyful mind,
Praise the Lord, for he is kind:
For his mercies shall endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

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PSALM 136, Second Part, 7s.
God's enduring Mercy.

our God loud praises give,-
Source of good to all who live:
Praise his name, whose mercy sure
Shall eternally endure.

2 To the Lord your homage bring,-
God of god-of kings the King:
For his mercy, free and sure,
Shall eternally endure.

3 Praise him for his deeds of might,
For his greatness infinite,

For his mercy free and sure,
Which doth evermore endure.

4 He, by wisdom, built the skies,
And bade earth from ocean rise;
Filled the sun with glorious light,
Gave the moon to rule the night.
5 He beheld us when brought low,
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He doth every blessing give;

By his bounty all things live.

6 Oh! give thanks-your voices raise
To the God of heaven, in praise;
For his mercy, free and sure,
Shall eternally endure.

PSALM 137, First Part, L. M.

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HEN we, our wearied limbs to rest,

Sat down by proud Euphrates' stream, We wept-with doleful thoughts oppressed, And Zion was our mournful theme.

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On willow-trees that withered there. 3 How shall we tune our voice to sing,

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When I of thee forgetful prove,
Let then my trembling hand forget
The tuneful strings with art to move.

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Eternal silence seize my tongue;
Or if I sing one cheerful air,
Till thy deliverance is my song.

PSALM 137, Second Part, L. M.
The Remembrance of Zion.
ZION! when I think on thee,
I wish for pinions like the dove,
And mourn to think, that I should be
So distant from the place I love.
2 A captive here, and far from home,
For Zion's sacred walls I sigh;
Thither the ransomed nations come,

And see the Saviour eye to eye.

3 While here I walk on hostile ground,
The few, that I can call my friends,
Are like myself with fetters bound,
And weariness our steps attends.

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And we shall never, never mourn.
5 The hope, that such a day will come,
Makes e'en the captive's portion sweet:
Though now we wander far from home,
In Zion soon we all shall meet.

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PSALM 137, L. M., 6 Lines.
Zion in Captivity.

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In exile we sat down to weep,
For thoughts of Zion o'er our soul
Came, like departed joys, in sleep,
Whose forms to sad remembrance rise,
Though fled for ever from our eyes.

2 Our harps upon the willows hung,

Where, worn with toil, our limbs reclined;
The chords, untuned, and trembling, rung
With mournful music, on the wind,
While foes, insulting o'er our wrongs,
Cried,—“ Šing us one of Zion's songs."
3 How can we sing the songs we love,
Far from our own delightful land?—
If I prefer thee not, above

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My chiefest joy, may this right hand,
Jerusalem!-forget its skill,

My tongue be dumb, my pulse be still.

PSALM 137, S. M.

Love to the Church.

LOVE thy kingdom, Lord!
The house of thine abode,

The church our blest Redeemer saved

With his own precious blood.

2 I love thy church, O God!

Her walls before thee stand,
Dear as the apple of thine eye,
And graven on thy hand.

3 If e'er, to bless thy sons,

My voice or hands deny,