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Its glories I'll sing, and its wonders I'll tell:
"T was Jesus, my friend, when he hung on the tree,
I cannot live, if thou remove,
They sit around thy gracious throne,
3 Not all the harps above
Can make a heavenly place,
4 Nor earth, nor all the sky,
5 Thou art the sea of love,
Where all my pleasures roll,
A faithful God thy words proclaim,
3 When, in the day of deep distress,
With strength divine, thy powerful grace
4 Thou, Lord! wilt all my hopes fulfil,
Let endless mercy guide me still,
1 DEAR Father! to thy mercy-seat
Thy grace can raise my comforts high,
3 My great Protector, and my Lord!
Oh! let thy kind, thy gracious word
4 Oh! never let my soul remove
Still let me trust thy power and love,
Prayer for quickening Grace.
1 PERMIT me, Lord! to seek thy face,
To seek the presence of thy grace,
2 All I can wish is thine to give:
3 To heaven my restless heart aspires;
To wake and warm my faint desires,
4 The path to thy divine abode
A thousand snares beset the road,--
5 Satan and sin unite their art
6 My Guardian, my almighty Friend!
On thee alone my hopes depend;
and I am blest.
1 TO thee, great Source of light!
To celebrate thy praise;
2 And when this feeble tongue
Lies silent in the dust,
Then, with the shining hosts above,
God's Presence is Light in Darkness. 1 MY God! the spring of all my joys, The life of my delights;
The glory of my brightest days,
2 In darkest shades, if he appear,
He is my soul's sweet morning-star,
3 The opening heavens around me saine,
While Jesus shows his heart is mine,
4 My soul would leave this heavy clay,
5 Fearless of hell and ghastly death,
God, my Creator and Benefactor.
1 MY Maker and my King!
Thy sovereign bounty is the spring
2 The creature of thy hand,-
My God! thy benefits demand
3 Shall I withhold thy due?
And shall my passions rove?
4 Oh! let thy grace inspire
My soul with strength divine;
Thanks for Providence and Grace.
1 ALMIGHTY Father, gracious Lord,
Thy mercies let my heart record
2 In life's first dawn, my tender frame Was thine indulgent care;
Long ere I could pronounce thy name,
3 Yet I adore thee, gracious Lord!
That I have known thy sacred word,
4 When blest with that transporting view,
For this sweet hope, what praise is due,
5 Now shall my joyful powers unite,
Till I shall join the sons of light,
Imploring divine Influence.
1 MY God! whene'er my longing heart
2 Thy name inspires the harps above,
Thanks for providential Favors. 1 WHEN all thy mercies, O my God! My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view, I'm lost
2 Unnumbered comforts, on my soul,
Before my infant heart conceived
From whom those comforts flowed.
3 When in the slippery paths of youth,
Thine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe,
Ten thousand thousand precious gifts