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Worlds are too feeble to express

His worth, his glory, or his grace. 2 When shall we climb these higher skies, : Where forms and tempelts never rise ?

Where he unveils his lovely face,

And lines and reigns the God of grace 3 Nor earth, nor air, nor fun, nor stars,

Nor heav'n his full resemblance bears ;
His beauties we can never trace,
Till we behold him, face to face.

HYMN CLXIX.

C. M. [JAMES RELLE.]

After Sermon. : HOW pow'rful is the glor’ous word !

The unctious word of God,
Which preaches Jesus Christ, our Lord,

His suff'rings, death and blood.
2 How it reveals his mystery !
: Who did our fouls redeem ;

Explains the facred unity,

And shouts us, sav?d in him.
3 It shews us ev'ry law command,

Dear Lamb, fulfill'd in thee :
And bids us fast and fearless stand,

Where thou hast made us free.
4 Dear, glorious Lamb, we thee adore :

We praise thee, for thy word :
But, for thyself, we praise thee more,
O! holy, holy, Lord.

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HYMN CLXX. L. M. [DODDRIDGE.]

Thanksgiving
YE fons of men with joy record

The various wonders of the Lord ; And let his pow'r and goodness found

Thro' all your tribes, the earth around. 2 Let the high heav'ns your songs invite,

Those spacious fields of brilliant light, Where sun, and moon, and planets roll,

And stars, that glow from pole to pole. 3 Sing, earth, in verdant robes array'd,

Its herbs and flow'rs, its fruits and shades
Peopled with life of various forms,

Of fish, and fowl, and beasts, and worms. 4 View the broad feas, majestic plains,

And think how wide its maker reigos;
That band remotest nations joins,

And on each wave, his goodness shines. 5 But O ! that brighter world above,

Where lives and reigns incarnate love!
God's only Son in flesh array'd,

For man, a bleeding victim made.
6 Thither, my soul with rapture foar ;

There in the land of praise adore ;
The theme demands an angel's lay,
Demands an everlastiog day.
HYMN CLXXI, c.m. (DODDRIDGE.]

At Charity Lectures.
JESUS, my Lord, how rich thy grace!

Thy bounties how complete !

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How Fall I count the matchless fum!

How pay the mighty debe !
2 High on a throne of radiant light,

Dost thou exalted thine ;
What can my poverty bestow,

When' all the worlds are thine ?
3 But thou hast brethren here below,

The partners of thy grace ;
And wilt confess their humble names

Before thy Father's face.
4 In them thou may'st be cloth'd and fed,
And vifited and cheer'd;
And, in their accents of distress,

My Saviour's voice is heard. 5 Thy face, with rey'rence and with love,

We in thy poor would see ;
O let us rather beg our bread,
Than keep it back from thee.
HYMN CLXXII. C. M. [DODDRIDGE.]

At Charity Lectures.
F
ATHER of mercies, send thy grace,

All pow'rful from above,
To form in our obedient souls

The image of thy love.
? O may por sympathizing breasts

That gen'rous pleasure know;
Kindly to share in other's joy,

for other's woe.
3 When the most helpless sons of grief

In low distress are laid,

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And weep

Soft be our bearts, their pains to feel,

And swift our hands to aid.
4 So Jesus look'd on dying man,

When thron'd above the skies;
And mid'st thị embraces of his God,

He felt compaflion rife.
5 On wings of love the Saviour flew

To raise us from the ground ;
And shed the richest of his blood,
A balm for ev'ry wound.

HYMN CLXXIII. C. M. [DODDRIDGE.]

At the Dedication of Children.
SEE Ilr’el's gentle shepherd stand

With all engaging charms;
Hark, how he calls the tender lambs,

And folds them in his arms.
2. “ Permit them to approach, he cries,

Nor (corn their humble name ;
For 'twas to bless fuch souls as these,

The Lord of angels came.” 3 We bring them, Lord, in thankful hands,

And yield them up to thee ;
Joyful, that we ourselves are thine,

Thine let our offspring be.
4. Ye little flock, with pleasure hear :

Ye children, seek his face
And fly with transport to receive

The blessings of his grace.
5 If orphans they are left behind,

Thy guardian care we trust;

That care shall heal our bleeding hearts,
If weeping o'er their duft.
HYMN CLXXIV. Č. ni.. [WATTs.]

At the Dedication of Children.
i HOW large the promise ! how divines

To Abra'm and his feed !
I'll be a God to thee and thine,

Supplying all their need.
2 The words of his extensive love

to age endure ; The angel of the cov’nant proves,

And feals, the blefling fore.
3 Jesus the ancient faith confirms,

To our great Fathers giv'n ;
He takes
young

children to his arms, And calls them heirs of heav'n. 4.Our God, ho

faithful are his ways !
His love endures the same;
Nor from the promise of his grace
Blots out the childrens' name.

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HYMN CLXXV. L.M. (JAMES RELLY.] :

A Funeral Hymr.
TITH folemn shout we sing thy praise,

Ancient of everlasting days!
Thou daily gather'l home thine own,

Who bear thy cross, to wear thy crowo. 2 Let all rejoice and no one grieve,

This day we meet to take our leave,

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