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4 Christ of all our hopes the seal,
Peace divine in him we feel;
5 Christ to laud in songs divine,
Angels and archangels join :
6 Holy, holy, holy Lord,
Live by heav'n and earth ador’d;
Praise to God. (P. M.)
IGHTY God! while angels bless thee,
May an infant lisp thy name?
Ancient of eternal days!
Be thy just and lawful praise. Hal. 3 For the grandeur of thy nature,
Grand beyond a seraph's thought;
Works with skill and kindness wrought:
4 For thy providence that governs,
Through thine empire's wide domains ;
Hal. 5 But thy rich, thy free redemption,
Dark, through brightness all along;
Who dare sing that awful song? Hal. 6 Brightness of the Father's glory,
Shall thy praise unutter'd lie?
Sing the Lord who came to die. Hal. 7 Did archangels sing thy coming ?
Did the shepherds learn their lays ?
Hal. 8 From the highest throne in glory,
To the cross of deepest woe;
Flow my praise, for ever flow! Hal. 9 Go, return, immortal Saviour!
Leave thy footstool, take thy throne;
Be the kingdom all thine own. Hal.
163. The same. (L. M.)
To sing thy great Redeemer's praise ;
2 He saw me ruin'd in the fall,
Yet lov'd me notwithstanding all ;
His loving kindness, O how great!
Though earth and hell my way oppose,
His loving kindness, O how strong. 4 When trouble, like a gloomy cloud,
Has gather'd thick, and thunder'd loud,
His loving kindness, O how good! 5 Often I feel my sinful heart,
Prone from my Jesus to depart ;
His loving kindness changes not.
Soon all my mortal pow'rs must fail :
His loving kindness sing in death, ng Then let me mount and soar away,
To the bright world of endless day;
164. Praise for Spiritual Blessings. (L.M.)
OW in a song of grateful praise,
my dear Lord my voice I'll raise ;
2 All worlds his glorious pow'r confess,
His wisdom all his works express ;
My Jesus has done all things well.
Has been this love to sinful me!
My Jesus has done all things well. 4 And, since my soul has known his love,
What mercies has he made me prove! Mercies which do all praise excel ;
My Jesus has done all things well. 5 Whene'er my Saviour and my God,
Has on me laid his gentle rod,
My Jesus has done all things well. 6 Soon shall I pass the vale of death, And in his arm shall lose
breath; Yet then my happy soul shall tell, My Jesus has done all things well,
7 And, when to that bright world I rise,
And join the anthems in the skies,
Christ reigning. (S. M.)
Thy providence confirms thy word,
And answers thy decrees.
By David are fulfill'd,
Jesus, thine holy child. 3
Why did the Gentiles rage,
And Jews, with one accord,
Th' anointed of the Lord ? 4
Rulers and kings agree,
To form a vain design;
And will support his throne :
Hath own'd him for his Son.
Now he's ascended high,
And asks to rule the earth;
And pleads his heavenly birth,