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View the broad sea's majestic plains,
And on each wave his goodness shines. 3 But, O! that brighter world above,
Where lives and reigns incarnate love!
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His love and grace adore,
Who all our sorrows bore;
Tell, what his arm hath done,
Sealing their peace with God,
In him we will rejoice,
And make a joyful noise, Shouting with heart and voice, Worthy the Lamb!
5 Then let the hosts above, In realms of endless love, Praise his dear name;
To him ascribed be
Honour and majesty,
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All powerful from above,
The image of thy love.
That generous pleasure know,
for other's woe!
In low distress are laid,
And swift our hands to aid. 4 So Jesus look'd on dying man,
When thron'd above the skies; And 'midst th' embraces of his God,
He felt compassion rise. 5 On wings of love the Saviour flew,
To raise us from the ground; And shed the richest of his blood,
A balm for every wound.
216. C. M. Dedication of Children. 1 Cor. vii. 14. Matt. xix. 13, 14, lá. 1 SEE Israel's gentle Shepherd stand
With all engaging charms !
And folds them in his arms!
I tó Permit them to approach," he cries,
6. Nor scorn their humble name; For 'twas to bless such souls as these,
The Lord of angels came."
And yield them up to thee;
Thine let our offspring be.
Ye children, seek his face; And fly with transport to receive
The blessings of his grace.
Thy guardian care we trust :
If weeping o'er their dust.
Dedication of Children. Mat. xvii. 3, 10. Gen. xyii. 7.
1 HOW large the promise! how divine,
To Abrah’m and his seed ! "I'll be a God to thee and thine,
Supplying all their need."
From age to age endure;
And seals, the blessing sure.
To our great fathers given; He takes
children to his arms, And call them heirs of heaven.
4 Our God, how faithful are his ways !
His love endures the same;
Blots out the children's name.
New Year's Day. Gen. ix. 22. Psa. lxv. 11 ; lxxiv. 16. 1 COME, thou fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing thy grace! Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise : Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above : Praise
the mount-o, fix me on it ;
Mount of God's unchanging love. 2 Here I raise my voice to bless thee,
Hither by thy help I'm come;
Safely to arrive at home;
Wand'ring from the fold of God;
Interpos'd with precious blood. 3 0! to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrain’d to be! Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter,
Bind my wand'ring heart to thee!
Prone to leave the God I love
Seal it for thy courts above.
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The Pleasures of Public Worship. 1 HOW does my heart rejoice
To hear the public voice,
We'll haste to Zion's hill,
Adorn'd with wond'rous grace,
In thee our tribes appear,
pray, and praise, and hear
There makes his pleasure known, Reveals his grace and justice there.
He bids the saints rejoice,
While sinners hear his voice, And learn his holy name to fear. 4 May peace attend thy gate,
And joy within thee wait,
The man who seeks thy peace,
And wishes thine increase, A thousand blessings on him rest. 5 My tongue repeats her vows,
“ Peace to this sacred house," For here my friends and brethren dwell; And since my glorious God
Makes this his bless'd abode,