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View the broad sea's majestic plains,
And think how wide its Maker reigns :
That band remotest nations joins,

And on each wave his goodness shines. 3 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.
Thither, my soul, with rapture soar;
There, in the land of praise, adore;
The theme demands an angel's lay,
Demands an everlasting day.

214.

P. M. 6 s. 4 s.
Praise. 1 Tim. i. 17. Psa. Ixix. 30.
1 GLORY to God on high!
Let earth and skies reply, Praise ye his name !

His love and grace adore,

Who all our sorrows bore;
Sing aloud evermore, Worthy the Lamb!
2 Jesus, our Lord and God,
Bore sin's tremendous load; Praise ye his name?

Tell, what his arm hath done,
What spoils from death he won;
Sing his great name alone; Worthy the Lamb!
3. While they around the throne
Cheerfully join in one, Praising his name;
Those, who have felt his blood

Sealing their peace with God,
Sound his dear fame abroad, Worthy the Lamb!
4 Join, all ye ransom'd race,
Our holy Lord to bless; Praise ye his name!

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,
Through all eternity; Worthy the Lamb !

215. C. M.
At charity Lectures. Matt. y. 42. 1 Cor. xvi. 14.
1 FATHER of mercies ! send thy grace,

All powerful from above,
To form, in our obedient souls,

The image of thy love.
20, may our sympathizing breasts,

That generous pleasure know,
Kindly to share in other's joy,
And
weep

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

In low distress are laid,
Soft be our hearts 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 '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 !
Hark, how he calls the tender lambs,

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."
* 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 dust.

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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."
The words of his extensive love

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

And seals, the blessing sure.
Jesus the ancient faith confirms,

To our great fathers given; He takes

young

children to his arms, And call them heirs of heaven.

4 Our God, how faithful are his ways !

His love endures the same;
Nor from the promise of his grace,

Blots out the children's name.

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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;
And I hope, by thy good pleasure,

Safely to arrive at home;
Jesus sought me, when a stranger,

Wand'ring from the fold of God;
He, to save my soul from danger,

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 wander, Lord, I feel it;

Prone to leave the God I love
Here's my heart, Lord, take and seal it!

Seal it for thy courts above.

219. S. P. M.

The Pleasures of Public Worship. 1 HOW does my heart rejoice

To hear the public voice,
Come, let us seek our God to-day!"
Yes, with a cheerful zeal,

We'll haste to Zion's hill,
And there our vows and honours pay.
2 Zion, thrice happy place!

Adorn'd with wond'rous grace,
And walls of strength enclose thee round;

In thee our tribes appear,
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pray, and praise, and hear
The sacred gospel's joyful sound.
3 There God hath fix'd his throne,

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,
To bless the soul of every guest:

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,
My soul shall ever love thee well.

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