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.

HYMN 280. L. M.

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.

Glory, &c.

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,

Soul and body

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,