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3 How long the race of David held

The promised Jewish throne !
But there's a nobler covenant sealed

To David's greater Son.
4 His seed forever shall possess

A throne above the skies:
The meanest subject of his grace

Shall to that glory rise. 5 Lord God of Hosts, thy wondrous ways

Are sung by saints above; And saints on earth their honors raise

To thine unchanging love.


God's Fidelity to his Promises. 1 The promises I sing

Which sovereign love hath spoke ;
Nor will the eternal King
His words of grace revoke;

They stand secure,
And steadfast still ;
Not Zion's hill

Abides so sure.
2 The mountains melt away

When once the Judge appears,
And sun and moon decay
That measure mortal years;

But still the same
In radiant lines
The promise shines
Through all the flame.

3 Their harmony shall sound

Through mine attentive ears,
When thunders cleave the ground,
And dissipate the spheres;

Midst all the shock
Of that dread scene,
I stand serene,
Thy word my rock.

183. C. M. JERVIS.

The Attributes of God our Confidence.
1 Great God! thine attributes divine,

Thy glorious works and ways,
The wonders of thy power and might,

The universe displays.
2 In safety may thy children rest

On thy sustaining arm,
Extended still, and strong to save

From danger and alarm.
3 O may thy gracious presence, LORD,

Chase anxious fears away; Amidst the ruins of the world,

Our guardian and our stay!

134. C. M.

WATTS. Perfections of God. Ps. 111. 1 Great is the Lord ; his works of might

Demand our noblest songs :
Let his assembled saints unite

Their harmony of tongues.

2 Great is the mercy of the Lord,

He gives his children food;
And, ever mindful of his word,

He makes his promise good.
3 His Son, the great Redeemer, came,

To seal his covenant sure :
Holy and reverend is his name;
His ways are just and pure.

4 They that would grow divinely wise

Must with his fear begin;
Our fairest proof of knowledge lies

In hating every sin.


L. M. Watts. Perfections and Providence of God. Ps. 36. 1 High in the heavens, eternal God!

Thy goodness in full glory shines;
Thy truth shall break through every cloud

That veils and darkens thy designs. 2 Forever firm thy justice stands,

As mountains their foundations keep;
Wise are the wonders of thy hands;

Thy judgments are a mighty deep. 3 Thy providence is kind and large;

Both man and beast thy bounty share;
The whole creation is thy charge,

But saints are thy peculiar care.
4 My God! how excellent thy grace,

Whence all our hope and comfort springs !
The sons of Adam in distress
Fly to the shadow of thy wings.

5 Life, like a fountain, rich and free,

Springs from the presence of my Lord; And in thy light our souls shall sen The glories promised in thy word.

136. H. M.

Perfections of God.
1 The Lord Jehovah reigns;

His throne is built on high;
The garments he assumes
Are light and majesty:

His glories shine
With beams so bright,
No mortal eye

Can bear the sight.
2 The thunders of his hand

Keep the wide world in awe;
His wrath and justice stand
To guard his holy law:

And where his love
Resolves to bless,
His truth confirms

And seals the grace.
3 And can this mighty King

Of glory condescend?
And will he write his name,
My Father and my Friend

I love his name,
I love his word;
Join all my powers
And praise the Lord.

137. C. M.

Providence and Grace unsearchable.
1 ALMIGHTY God, thy wondrous works

Of providence and grace,
An angel's perfect mind exceed,

And all our pride abase. 2 Stupendous heights! amazing depths !

Creatures in vain explore;
Or if a transient glimpse we gain,

'Tis faint, and quickly o'er.
3 Though all the mysteries lie concealed

Beyond what we can see,
Grant us the knowledge of ourselves,

The knowledge, Lord, of thee.

138. C. M. J. TAYLOR.

Trust in God through all Changes.
1 Father divine! before thy view

All worlds, all creatures lie;
No distance can elude thy search,

No action 'scape thine eye.
2 From thee our vital breath we drew;

Our childhood was thy care; And vigorous youth and feeble age

Thy kind protection share.
3 Whate'er we do, where'er we turn,

Thy ceaseless bounty flows;
Oppressed with woe, when nature faints,

Thine arm is our repose.

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