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Plenteous grace with thee is found,
Grace to cover all my sin :
Let the healing streams abound,
Make and keep me pure within.

Thou of life the fountain art,
Freely let me take of thee:
Spring thou up within my heart,
Rise to all eternity.

F

HYMN LVIII. C. M.

IRM as the earth thy gospel stands,
My Lord, my hope, my trust;

If I am found in Jesus hands

My soul can ne'er be lost.

His honour is engag'd to save

The meanest of his sheep;
All that his heavenly Father gave
His hands securely keep.

Nor death nor hell, shall e're remove
His favourites from his breast;
In the dear bosom of his love
They must for ever rest.

HYMN LIX. L. M.

EHOVAH reigns, his throne is high,
His robes are light and majesty;

JEH

His glory shines with beams so bright,
No mortal can sustain the sight.

His terrors keep the world in awe,
His justice guards his holy law,
His love reveals a smiling face,
His truth and promise seals the grace.

Through all his works his wisdom shines,
And baffles Satan's deep desings;
His power is sovereign to fulfil
The noblest counsels of his will.

And will this glorious Lord descend
To be my father and my friend?
Then let my songs with angels join:
Heaven is secure if God be mine.

TH

HYMN LX. L. M.

HE spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled Heavens, a shining frame, Their Great Original proclaim.

Th' unwearied Sun, from day to day,
Does his Creator's power display,

And publishes to every land

The work of an Almighty hand.

Soon as the evening shades prevail,
The Moon takes up the wond'rous tale;
And nightly to the list'ning earth
Repeats the story of her birth.

Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll,

And spread the Truth from pole to pole.

What! tho' in solemn silence all
Move round this dark terrestrial ball;
What! tho' no real voice or sound
Amidst their radiant orbs be found.

In reason's ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice;
For ever singing as they shine,
"The Hand that made us is divine."

W

HYMN LXI. C. M.

HILE all thy glories, O my God!
Thro' the creation shine;

While rocks, and hills, and fertile vales,
Proclaim the hand divine.

Oh! may

I view, with humble heart,

The wonders of thy power,

Display'd alike in wilder scenes,

As in each blade and flower.

But while I taste thy blessings, Lord,
And sip the streams below;

O may my soul be led to thee,
From whom all blessings flow.

And if such footsteps of thy love,
Thro' this lost world we trace,
How far transcendent are thy works,
Throughout the world of grace!!

Just as before yon noon-tide sun
The brightest stars are small,
So earthly comforts are but snares,
Till grace has crown'd them all.

GR

HYMN LXII. L. M.

REATEST of Beings! Source of Life! Sov'reign of air, and earth, and sea! All nature feels thy power, and all A silent homage pay to thee.

Wak'd at thy call, the morning sun

Pours forth to thee its earliest rays; And spreads thy glories as it climbs, While raptur'd worlds look up and praise.

The moon, to the deep shades of night,
Speaks the mild lustre of thy Name;
While all the stars, that cheer the scene,
Thee, the great Lord of light proclaim.

And groves and vales, and rocks and hills,
And every flower, and every tree;
Ten thousand creatures, warm with life,
Have each a grateful song for thee.

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