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Through all eternity to thee

A joyful song I'll raise :
But 0! eternity's too short

To utter all thy praise.




My great Redeemer's praise;
The glories of my God and King,

The triumphs of his grace.
My gracious Master, and my God,

Assist me to proclaim,
To spread through all the earth abroad

The honours of thy name.
Jesus, the name that charms our fears,

That bids our sorrows cease; 'Tis music in the sinner's ears,

'Tis life and health and peace. He breaks the power of cancell'd sin,

He sets the prisoner free;
His blood can make the foulest clean;

His blood avails for me.
He speaks, and, listening to his voice,

New life the dead receive;
The mournful, broken hearts rejoice,
The humble

poor believe Hear him, ye deaf; his praise, ye dumb,

Your loosen'd tongues employ;
Ye blind, behold your Saviour come;

And leap, ye lame, for joy.

Look unto him, ye nations; own

Your God, ye fallen race;
Look, and be saved by faith alone,

Be justified by grace. 164

Tin trouble and in joy,

THRO’ all the changing scenes of life, The praises of my God shall still

My heart and tongue employ. Of his deliverance I will boast,

Till all that are distress'd, From my example comfort take,

And soothe their griefs to rest. O magnify the Lord with me;

With me exalt his name.
When in distress to him I call’d,

He to my rescue came.
O make but trial of his love;

Experience will decide,
How blest they are, and only they,

Who in his truth confide.
Fear him, ye saints, and you will then

Have nothing else to fear;


his service your delight, He'll make your wants his care. 165

IGH in the heavens, eternal God,

Thy goodness in full glory shines ; Thy truth shall break through ev'ry cloud

That veils and darkens thy designs !

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For ever firm thy justice stands,

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

Thy judgments are a mighty deep ! 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. From the provisions of thy house

We shall be fed with sweet repast; There mercy like a river flows,

And brings salvation to our taste. Life, like a fountain rich and free,

Springs from the presence of the Lord;
And in thy light our souls shall see

The glories promis'd in thy word !
YOME, thou Fount of every blessing,


heart to sing thy grace:
Streams of mercy, never-ceasing,

Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some celestial measure,

Sung by ransom'd hosts above;
O the vast, the boundless treasure

Of my Lord's unchanging love.
Here I raise


Ebenezer ;
Hither by thy help I'm come:
And I hope, through thy good pleasure,

Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,

Wandering from the fold of God,
And to rescue me from danger,

Interposed his precious blood.

Oh to grace how great a debtor

Daily I'm constrained to be!
Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter,

Bind my wandering heart to thee :
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it;

Prone to leave the God I love;
Take my heart, O take and seal it,

Seal it from thy courts above. 167

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The fountain of eternal love;
Whose mercy firm through ages past
Hath stood, and shall for ever last.
Who can his mighty deeds express,
Not only vast, but numberless;
What mortal eloquence can raise
His tribute of immortal praise !
Happy are they, and only they,
Who from his precepts fear to stray :
Who know what's right, nor only so,
But strive to practise what they know.
Extend to me that favour, Lord,
Thou to thy chosen dost afford :
When thou return'st to set them free,

Let thy salvation visit me. 168

THANK thee, O my God, who mad'st

The earth so bright;
So full of splendour and of joy,

Beauty and light;
So many glorious things are here,

Noble and right!

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I thank thee, too, that thou hast made

Joy to abound;
So many gentle thoughts and deeds

Circling us round,
That in the darkest spot of earth

Some love is found.

I thank thee more that all our joy

Is touch'd with pain;
That shadows fall on brightest hours;

That thorns remain;
So that earth's bliss may be our guide,

And not our chain.

For thou, who knowest, Lord, how soon

Our weak heart clings,
Hast given us joys, tender and true,

Yet all with wings,
So that we see, gleaming on high,

Diviner things!
I thank thee, Lord, that thou hast kept

The best in store;
We have enough, yet not too much

To long for more:
A yearning for a deeper peace,

Not known before.

I thank thee, Lord, that here our souls,

Though amply blest,
Can never find, although they seek,

A perfect rest;
Nor ever shall, until they lean

On Jesus' breast !

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