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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?

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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.

224 Psalm Ixxiil. 25. 12 7s.

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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?

225 Psalın cxlvi. 7, 8.

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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.

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Psalm cl. 6.

ET all men praise the Lord,
In worship lowly bending,

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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.

227 1 John iv. 8.

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BOWRING.

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.

228 Psalm lxvi. 8. C. M. WARDLAW.

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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.

229 Psalm civ. 24.

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C. M. WATTS.

God,

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?

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CONDER.

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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