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4 To all my weak complaints and cries
Thy mercy lent an ear,
To form themselves in prayer. 5 Unnumber'd comforts to my soul
Thy tender care bestow'd,
From whom those comforts flow'd. 6 When in the slipp'ry paths of youth
With heedless steps I ran,
And led me up to man.
It gently clear'd my way,
More to be fear'd than they.
With health renew'd my face;
Reviv'd my soul with grace.
Kas made my cup run o'er ;
Has doubled all my store.
My daily thanks employ;
That tastes those gifts with joy. 11 Through every period of my life
Thy goodness I'll pursue;
The glorious theme renew.
Divide thy works no more, My ever grateful heart, O Lord,
Thy mercy shall adore,
A joyful song I'll raises
(IL L) Psalm xxxi. 15.
“ My times are in thy hand.” I SOV'REIGN Ruler of the skies,
Ever gracious, ever wise,
All our times are in thy hand,
All events at thy command.
He shall guide us to the tomb;
Order'd by his wise decree. -
Blighting want, and cheerful wealth,
Come, and end, as God ordains. 4 May we always own thy hand,
Still to thee surrender'd stand,
His wonders to perform;
And rides upon the storm. 2 Deep in unfathomable mines,
With never failing skill,
And works his gracious will.
The clouds ye so much dread
In blessings on your head.
But trust him for his grace:
He hides a smiling face.
Unfolding every hour:
But sweet will be the flow'r. 6 Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan his work in vain :
And he will make it plain.
Job. ix. 2–6. I AH, how shall fallen man
Be just before his God!
If he contend in righteousness,
We sink beneath his rod. 2 If he our ways should mark
With strict inquiring eyes,
A just excuse deyişe ?
Who can with thee contend ?
Shall prosper in the end?
Their ancient seats forsake!
Her rooted pillars shake! 5 Ah, how shall guilty man
Contend with such a God?
L. M.) Job ix. 30—33, 1 THOUGH I should seek to wash me clean
In water of the driven snow,
And sink in conscious guilt and wo; 2 The Spirit, in his pow'r divine,
Would cast my vaunting soul to earth, Expose the foulness of its sin,
And show the vileness of its worth. 3 Ah, not like erring man is God,
That men to answer him should dare; Condemn'd, and into silence aw'd,
They helpless stand before his þar, 4 There, must a Mediator plead,
Who, God and man, may both embrace; With God, for man to intercede,
And offer man the purchas'd grace. 5 And lo! the Son of God is slain
To be this Mediator crown'd:
(I.. M.) | ALL glorious God, what hymns of praise
Shall our transported voices raise!
2 Once we were fall in, and O how low!
Just on the brink of endless wo;
Borne on the wings of boundless love,
And spread around his heavenly light!
To souls impoverish'd and undone!
A bright inheritance as ours ;
Glad tidings to our ears,
A cordial for our fears.
At hell's dark door we lay;
And see a heavenly day. 3 Salvation ! let the echo fly
The spacious earth around;
Conspire to raise the sound.
To Thee the praise belongs:
Chorus, for the end of each verse,
Awake the sacred song! 0
may his love (immortal flame !)
Tune every heart and tongue. 2 His love, what mortal thought can reach!
What mortal tongue display! Imagination's utmost stretch
In wonder dies away. 3 He left his radiant throne on high,
Left the bright realms of bliss,
And came to earth to bleed and die!
Was ever love like this? 4 Dear Lord, while we adoring pay
Our humble thanks to thee, May every heart with rapture say,
"The Saviour died for me.”
Fill every heart and tongue;
Tune my heart to grateful lays;
Call for ceaseless songs of praise. 2 Teach me some melodious measure,
Sung by raptur'd saints above; Fill my soul with sacred pleasure,
While í sing redeeming love. 3 Thou didst seek me when a stranger,
Wand'ring from the fold of God; Thou, to save my soul from danger,
Didst redeem me with thy blood. 4 By thy hand restor'd, defended,
Safe through life thus far I'm come; Safe, O Lord, when, life is ended, Bring me to my heavenly home.
Titus iii. 447. 1 MY grateful soul, for ever praise,
For ever love his name,
Of folly, sin and shame.
Which in our works we place; Salvation from a higher source
Flows to our fallen race.
That all our hopes begin;
And wash'd us from our sin.
His sacred fire imparts,
Enkindles in our hearts.