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Thro' all his mighty works
Amazing wisdom shines,
Confounds the powers of hell,

And breaks their dark designs,
Strong is his arm and shall fulfil
His great decree and sov'reign will.

And can this sov'reign King
Of glory condescend,
And will be write his Name,
My Father and my Friend?

I love his Name, I love his Word,
Join all my powers to praise the Lord?

HYMN LXVIII. P. M.

LOR

ORD, should rising whirlwinds tear

From its stem the ripening ear;
Should the fig-trees blasted shoot,
Drop her green, untimely fruit;

Should the vine put forth no more,
Nor the olive yield her store;
Tho' the sick'ning flock should fall,
And the herds desert the stall;

Should thine alter'd hand restrain
The early and the latter rain;
Blast each op'ning bud of joy,
And the rising year destroy;

Yet to Thee my soul should raise,
Grateful vows and solemn praise,
And when every blessing's flown,
Love Thee for thyself alone.

B

HYMN LXIX. L. M.

EHOLD a stranger at the door, He gently knocks, has knock'd before, Has waited long, is waiting still; You use no other friend so ill.

But will he prove a friend indeed?
He will; the very friend you need;
The Man of Nazareth, 'tis He
With garments dy'd from Calvary.

O lovely attitude! he stands
With melting heart and open hands!
O matchless kindness! and he shows
This matchless kindness to his foes.

Rise, touch'd with gratitude divine,
Turn out his enemy and thine;
Turn out that hateful monster Sin,
And let the heav'nly stranger in.

Yet know, nor of the terms complain,
Where Jesus comes, he comes to reign;
To reign, and with no partial sway;
Ev'n thoughts must die that disobey.

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.

NIRM 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.

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

J'

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.

THE 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.

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.

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