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THE

PERFECTIONS AND WORKS OF GOD.

305. Perfections. (C. M.)
1
G
REAT is the Lord ; his works of might,

Demand our noblest songs;
Let his assembled saints unite,

Their harmony of tongues.
2, Great is the mercy of the Lord;

He gives his children food;
And ever mindful of his word,

He makes his promise good.
3 His Son, the great Redeemer, came,

To seal his cov'nant sure;
Holy and reverend is his name,

His ways are just and pure.
4 They that would grow divinely wise,

Must with his fear begin ;
Our fairest proof of knowledge lies,

In hating every sin. 306. Divine Wrath and Mercy. Nahum i. 1. (C.M.) 1 A DORE and tremble, for our God, His jealous eyes his wrath inflame,

And raise his vengeance higher.
2 Almighty vengeance how it burns!

How bright his fury glows !
Vast magazines of plagues and storms,

Lie treasur'd for his foes.

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3 Those heaps of wrath by slow degrees,

Are forc'd into a flame;
But kindled, 0 how fierce they blaze!

And rend all nature's frame.
4 At his approach the mountains flee,

And seek a watery grave;
The frighted sea makes haste away,

And shrinks up every wave.
5 Through the wide air the weighty rocks,

Are swift as hailstones huri'd:
Who dares engage his fiery rage,

That shakes the solid world?
6 Yet, mighty God, thy sov'reign grace,

Sits regent on the throne,
The refuge of thy chosen race,

When wrath comes rushing down, 7 Thy hand shall on rebellious kings,

A fiery tempest pour,
While we beneath thy sheltering wings,

Thy just revenge adore, 307. God, Holy, Just, and Sovereign. Job ix. 2. 10.

(C. M.) 1 HOW

W should the sons of Adam's race,

Be pure before their God?
If he contend in righteousness,

We fall beneath his rod.
2 To vindicate my words and thoughts,

I'll make no more pretence;
Not one of all my thousand faults,

Can bear a just defence.

3 Strong is his arm, his heart is wise;

What vain presumers dare,
Against their Maker's hand to rise,

Or tempt th' unequal war?
4 Mountains by his almighty wrath,

From their old seats are torn;
He sbakes the earth from south to north,

And all her pillars mourn.
5 He bids the sun forbear to rise,

Th' obedient sun forbears :
His hand with sackcloth spreads the skies,
And seals

up

all the stars.
6 He walks upon the stormy sea,

Flies on the stormy wind;
There's none can trace bis wond'rous way,

Or his dark footsteps find.

308. God dwells with the Penitent. Isaiah lvii. 15, 16.

(L. M.) 1T

VHUS saith the High and Lofty One,

“ I sit upon my holy throne;
My name is God, I dwell on high,
« Dwell in my own eternity.
2 “ But I descend to worlds below,

« On earth I have a mansion too ;
“ The humble spirit and contrite,

“ Is an abode of my delight.
8“ The humble soul my words revive,

“I bid the mourning sinner live,
“ Heal all the broken hearts I find,
" And ease the sorrows of the mind.

4 “ When I contend against their sin,

“I make them know how vile they've been; “But should my wrath for ever smoke,

“ Their souls would sink beneath my stroke." 5 O may thy pardoning grace be nigh,

Lest we should faint, despair, and die !
Thus shall our better thoughts approve,
The methods of thy chastening love.

309. God's awful Power and Goodness. (S. M.)
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O THE Almighty Lord !

How matchless is his power!
Tremble, 0 earth, beneath his word,

And all the heav'ns adore.
Let proud imperious kings,

Bow low before his throne;
Crouch to his feet, ye haughty things,
Or he shall tread

you

down.
Above the skies he reigns,

And with amazing blows,
He deals unsufferable pains,

On his rebellious foes. 4 Yet, everlasting God,

We love to speak thy praise ;
Thy sceptre's equal to thy rod,

The sceptre of thy grace.
The arms of mighty love,

Defend our Sion well,
And heav'nly mercy walls us round,

From Babylon and hell.

6 Salvation to the King,

That sits enthron'd above;
Thus we adore the God of might,

And bless the God of love.

310. The Divine Glories above our Reason. (C.M.) 1 HOW

OW wondrous great, how glorious bright,

Must our Creator be,
Who dwells amidst the dazzling light,

Of vast infinity!
2 Our soaring spirits upward rise,

Tow'rd the celestial throne;
Fain would we see the blessed Three,

And the Almighty One.
3 Our reason stretches all its wings,

And climbs above the skies;
But still how far beneath thy feet,

Our grov'ling reason lies!
4 Lord, here we bend our humble souls,

And awfully adore,
For the weak pinions of our mind,

Can stretch a thought no more. 5 Thy glories infinitely rise,

Åbove our lab'ring tongue;
In vain the highest seraph tries,

To form an equal song.
6 In humble notes our faith adores,

The great mysterious King ;
While angels strain their nobler powers,
And sweep th' immortal string: .

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