3 Thou know'st the pains thy servants feel, Thou hear'st the children's cry; And their best wishes to fulfil, Thy grace is ever nigh.
4 Thy mercy never shall remove,
From men of heart sincere:
Thou sav'st the souls whose humble love Is join'd with holy fear.
5 My lips shall dwell upon thy praise, And spread thy fame abroad; Let all the sons of Adam raise The honors of their God.
PRAISE ye the Lord, 'tis good to raise Your hearts and voices in his praise; His nature and his works invite,
To make this duty our delight.
2 He form'd the stars, those heavenly flames; He counts their numbers, calls their names; His wisdom's vast, and knows no bound, A deep where all our thoughts are drown'd.
3 Sing to the Lord, exalt him high, Who spreads his clouds along the sky; There he prepares the fruitful rain, Nor lets the drops descend in vain. 4 He makes the grass the hills adorn- He clothes the smiling fields with corn: The beasts with food his hands supply, And the young ravens when they cry. 5 What is the creature's skill or force? The sprightly man, or warlike horse? The piercing wit, the active limb, Are all too mean delights for him.
6 But saints are lovely in his sight, He views his children with delight; He sees their hope, he knows their fear, He looks, and loves his image there.
HYMN 281. C. M. [107]
SALVATION! O the joyful sound! What pleasure to our ears! A sovereign balm for every wound, A cordial for our fears.
Glory, honor, praise, and power, Be unto the Lamb for ever! Jesus Christ is our Redeemer! Hallelujah! praise the Lord!
2 Salvation! let the echo fly The spacious earth around, While all the armies of the sky, Conspire to raise the sound.
3 Salvation! O, thou bleeding Lamb! To thee the praise belongs: Salvation shall inspire our hearts, And dwell upon our tongues. Glory, &c.
HYMN 282. C. M. [107]
COME, let us join our cheerful songs With angels round the throne: Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, But all their joys are one.
2 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 Honor and power divine;
And blessings more than we can give, Be, Lord, forever 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.
HYMN 283. C. M. [108]
MY Saviour, my almighty Friend, When I begin thy praise, Where will the growing numbers end? The numbers of thy grace.
2 Thou art my everlasting trust; Thy goodness I adore :
Send down thy grace, oh, blessed_Lord, That I may love thee more.
3 My feet shall travel all the length
Of the celestial road :
And march with courage in thy strength, To see the Lord my God.
4 Awake! awake! my tuneful powers, With this delightful song; And entertain the darkest hours, Nor think the season long.
HYMN 284. 8s, 7s & 4s. [109]
O THOU God of my salvation, My Redeemer from all sin, Mov'd by thy divine compassion, Who hast died my heart to win,
I will praise thee, I will praise thee: Where shall I thy praise begin?
2 Though unseen, I love the Saviour; He hath brought salvation near; Manifests his pard'ning favor;
And when Jesus doth appear,
Shall his glorious image bear.
3 While the angel choirs are crying, Glory to the great I AM, I with them will still be vieing, Glory! glory to the Lamb! O, how precious,
Is the sound of Jesus' name!
4 Angels now are hov'ring round us, Unperceiv'd they mix the throng, Wond'ring at the love that crown'd us, Glad to join the holy song: Hallelujah,
Love and praise to Christ belong! 5 Now I see with joy and wonder, Whence the gracious spring arose; Angel minds are lost to ponder Dying love's mysterious cause: Yet the blessing,
Down to all, to me it flows.
HYMN 285. 8s. [109]
THIS, this is the God we adore,
Our faithful, unchangeable Friend; Whose love is as great as his power,
And neither knows measure nor end: "Tis Jesus, the First and the Last,
Whose Spirit shall guide us safe home: We'll praise him for all that is past, And trust him for all that's to come.
HYMN 286. C. M. [110]
HOW happy every child of grace, Who knows his sins forgiven! This earth, he cries, is not my place, I seek my place in heaven:
A country far from mortal sight, Yet oh, by faith I see;
The land of rest, the saints' delight, The heaven prepar❜d for me.
2 O what a blessed hope is ours! While here on earth we stay,
We more than taste the heavenly powers,
And antedate that day:
We feel the resurrection near,
Our life in Christ conceal'd; And with his glorious presence here, Our earthen vessels fill'd.
3 0, would he more of heaven bestow! And when the vessels break, Then let our ransom'd spirits go, To grasp the God we seek; In rapt'rous awe on him to gaze, Who bought the sight for me; And shout and wonder at his grace, To all eternity.
HYMN 287. L. M. [111] JESUS, thy blood and righteousness My beauty are, my glorious dress: 'Midst flaming worlds, in these array'd, With joy shall I lift up my head.
2 Bold shall I stand in thy great day, For who aught to my charge shall lay? Fully absolv'd through these I am, From sin and fear, from guilt and shame. 3 The holy, meek, unspotted Lamb, Who from the Father's bosom came; Who died for me, e'en me t'atone, Now for my Lord and God I own. 4 Lord, I believe thy precious blood, Which at the mercy seat of God,
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