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