With pitying eyes he view'd our case,
And came to save our ruin'd race;
He conquer'd sin, and death, and hell;
Our Jesus hath done all things well.
3 He undertook to bear our load,
And bring us back again to God;
To fit us with himself to dwell;
Christ Jesus hath done all things well.
4 He will accomplish his design,
And all things in himself combine;
No more shall ever they rebel;
Our Jesus will do all things well.

5 His work, how great! his plan, how vast!
But when it all appears at last,
It will our highest praise excel;
For Jesus will do all things well.
€ When the creation is restor❜d,
And God shall be by all ador'd,
How loudly will the triumph swell,
Our Jesus hath done all things well.

7 Sin, death, and hell, will Christ destroy,
And fill the universe with joy;

His love shall then each voice compel
To cry "He hath done all things well."

1 BEGIN, my soul, the exalted lay,
Let each enraptur'd thought obey,
And praise the Almighty Name;
Lo! heaven and earth, and seas and skies,
In one melodious concert rise,

To swell the inspiring theme.

2 Thou heaven of heavens, his vast abode,
Ye clouds, proclaim your Maker God;
Ye thunders, speak his power;
Lo! on the lightning's rapid wings,
In triumph, rides the King of kings,
Astonish'd worlds adore.

3 Ye deeps, whose roaring billows rise,
To join the thunder of the skies,
Praise him who bids you roll;
His praise in softer notes declare,
Each whispering breeze of yielding air,
And breathe it to the soul.

4 Wake, all ye soaring tribes and sing;
Ye cheerful warblers of the spring,
Harmonious anthems raise,

To him who shap'd your finer mould,
Who tipp'd your glittering wings with gold,
And tun'd your voice to praise.

Let man, by nobler passions sway'd,
The feeling heart, the reasoning head
In heavenly praise employ:
Spread the Creator's name around,
Till heaven's wide arch repeat the sound,
The general burst of joy.

Christ the Light of the World.

1 BEHOLD! the Prince of peace,

The chosen of the Lord,

God's well-beloved Son, fulfils

The sure prophetic word!

2 No royal pomp adorns

This king of righteousness;

But meekness, patience, truth and love,
Compose his princely dress.

3 The spirit of the Lord,
In rich abundance shed,
On this great Prophet gently lights,
And rests upon his head.

4 Jesus, thou light of men!
Thy doctrine life imparts:
O may we feel its quickening power,
To warm and cheer our hearts!

5 Cheered by its beams, our souls Shall run the heavenly way;

The path which Christ hath mark'd and trod, Will lead to endless day.

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Praise to God and the Lamb.

COME, let us join our cheerful songs
With angels round the throne;

Ten thousand thousands are their tongues,
But all their joys are one.

66 Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry, "To be exalted thus ;"

"Worthy the Lamb," our hearts reply, "For he was slain for us."

3 Jesus is worthy to receive
Honour and power divine;

And blessings, more than we can give,
Be, Lord, for ever thine.

4 The whole creation join in one,
To bless the sacred name

Of him that sits upon the throne,
And to adore the Lamb.

1 BLESS'D be thy name, my God and King;
Fain would my heart thy praises sing,
For all the mercies of the night,
And blessings of the morning light.

2 'Tis through thy mercy, Lord, to me,
I've liv'd another day to see;
May I this day thy praise proclaim,
And give the glory to thy name.
3 Give me this day my daily bread,
And while my body's richly fed,
O! may my soul be truly bless'd,
And feed on Christ, my righteousness.

Resignation to the Divine Will.

1 IN all thy dealings, gracious God!
We own thy sovereign power;
And humbly kiss thy chast'ning rod,
In sorrow's darkest hour.

2 For sore affliction's sharpest sting,
In mercy oft is given,

Our thoughtless, erring steps to bring
The safest road to heaven.

3 Alike thy providence supplies

Each blessing which we share;
Though clouds obscure our morning skies,
The evening may be fair.

4 Since, then, our lot of good or ill
Is sent with wise design,

We'll bow submissive to thy will,
And own thy power divine.

5 To thee, O God! resign'd, we pray,
Whate'er the path may be,

O guide our feet that peaceful way,
Which leads to heaven and Thee!

Free Grace. 1 John i. 7. Eph. i. 7. Rom. v. 20; viii. 37. 1 THE voice of free grace, cries, escape to the mountain ! For Adam's lost race Christ has open'd a fountain; From sin and uncleanness and every transgression, His blood flows so freely in streams of salvation: Hallelujah! to the Lamb, who has brought us a pardon, We'll praise him again when we pass over Jordan. 2 That fountain so clear, from the Saviour's side flowing, Will cleanse from all sin and redeem us from ruin : Though sin doth abound, to our just condemnation, His grace, more extensive, brings all men salvation : Hallelujah! to the Lamb, who has brought us a pardon, We'll praise him again when we pass over Jordan. 3 O, Jesus, our Saviour, thy kingdom is glorious! O'er sin, death and hell thou wilt make us victorious : Thy name shall be prais'd in the great congregation, And saints shall delight in ascribing salvation: Hallelujah! to the Lamb, who has brought us a pardon, We'll praise him anew on the other side Jordan.

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The better Portion.

1 RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings,
Thy better portion trace;
Rise from transitory things,

Tow'rds heaven, thy native place;

Sun, and moon, and stars decay,

Time shall soon this earth remove;

Rise, my soul, and haste away
To seats prepar'd above.