4 Oh, may this glorious, matchless love, This godlike miracle of grace,
Teach mortal tongues, like those above, To raise this song of lofty praise: Who is a pardoning God like Thee? Or who has grace so rich and free?
Psalm c. 5. C. M. C. WESLEY.
1 THY ceaseless, unexhausted love,
Unmerited and free,
Delights our evil to remove, And help our misery.
2 Thou waitest to be gracious still; Thou dost with sinners bear: That, saved, we may Thy goodness feel, And all Thy grace declare.
3 Thy goodness and Thy truth to me, To every soul, abound:
A vast, unfathomable sea,
Where all our thoughts are drowned.
4 Its streams the whole creation reach, So plenteous is the store; Enough for all, enough for each, Enough for evermore.
5 Faithful, O Lord, Thy mercies are, A rock that cannot move : A thousand promises declare Thy constancy of love.
6 Throughout the universe it reigns, Unalterably sure;
And while the truth of God remains, His goodness must endure.
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ORD of earth, Thy forming hand Well this glorious frame hath plann'd ; Woods that wave, and hills that tower, Ocean rolling in its power;
All that strikes the gaze unsought, All that charms the lonely thought; Friendship, gem transcending price, Love, a flower from Paradise; Yet amid this scene so fair, Should I cease Thy smile to share, What were all its joys to me? Whom have I on earth but Thee?
2 Lord of heaven, beyond our sight Rolls a world of purer light; There in love's unbounded reign Parted hands shall meet again; Martyrs there and prophets high Blaze a glorious company; While immortal music rings From ten thousand seraph strings. O that scene is passing fair- Yet should'st Thou be absent there, What were all its joys to me? Whom have I in heaven but Thee?
3 Lord of earth and heaven, my breast Seeks in Thee its only rest;
I was lost, Thy accents mild Homeward lured Thy wandering child: I was blind; Thy healing ray
Charm'd the long eclipse away: Source of every joy I know, Solace of my every woe,
Oh should once Thy smile divine Cease upon my soul to shine, What were heaven or earth to me?
Whom have I in each but Thee?
God on high be thanks and praise, Who deigns our bonds to sever, His cares our drooping souls upraise, And harm shall reach us never: On Him we rest, with faith assur'd Of all that live the mighty Lord, For ever and for ever.
ET all men praise the Lord, In worship lowly bending,
On His most holy word,
Redeem'd from woe, depending.
2 He gracious is and just,
From childhood us doth lead; On Him we place our trust And hope in time of need.
OD is love: His mercy brightens All the path in which we rove; Bliss He wakes, and woe He lightens ; God is wisdom, God is love.
2 Death and change are busy ever, Man decays, and ages move; But His mercy waneth never; God is wisdom, God is love.
3 Even the hour that darkness seemeth Will His changeless goodness prove; From the mist His brightness streameth; God is wisdom, God is love.
4 He with earthly cares entwineth Hope and comfort from above; Everywhere His glory shineth; God is wisdom, God is love.
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IFT up to God the voice of praise, Whose breath our souls inspired; Loud and more loud the anthem raise, With grateful ardour fired.
2 Lift up to God the voice of praise, Whose tender care sustains
Our feeble frame, encompass'd round With death's unnumber'd pains.
3 Lift up to God the voice of praise, Whose goodness, passing thought, Loads every minute, as it flies, With benefits unsought.
4 Lift up to God the voice of praise, From whom salvation flows; Who sent His Son our souls to save From everlasting woes.
5 Lift up to God the voice of praise, For hope's transporting ray,
That lights through darkest shades of death To realms of endless day.
HIS WORKS-CREATION.
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That made the mountains rise,
That spread the flowing seas abroad, And built the lofty skies.
2 I sing the wisdom that ordained The sun to rule the day;
The moon shines full at His command, And all the stars obey.
3 I sing the goodness of the Lord, That filled the earth with food; He form'd the creatures with His word, And then pronounced them good.
4 Lord, how Thy wonders are display'd Where'er I turn mine eye;
If I survey the ground I tread, Or gaze upon the sky!
5 There's not a plant or flower below, But makes Thy glories known; And clouds arise, and tempests blow, By order from Thy throne.
6 His hand is my perpetual guard, He keeps me with His eye:
Why should I, then, forget the Lord, Who is for ever nigh?
GIVE thanks to Him who made Morning light and evening shade;
Source and Giver of all good, Nightly sleep and daily food; Quickener of our wearied powers, Guard of our unconscious hours.
2 O give thanks to Nature's King,
Who made every breathing thing: His our warm and sentient frame, His the mind's immortal flame. O how close the ties that bind Spirits to the Eternal Mind!
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