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HYMN 134.

Praise to God in Life, Death, and Eternity.
1 GOD of my life, through all its days,
My grateful powers shall sound thy praise;
The song shall wake with opening light,
And warble to the silent night.

2 When anxious cares would break my rest,
And griefs would tear my throbbing breast,
Thy tuneful praises rais'd on high
Shall check the murmur and the sigh.

3 And O! when my last conflict's o'er,
And I am chain'd to flesh no more,
With what glad accents shall I rise,
To join the music of the skies!

4 Soon shall I learn the exalted strains,
Which echo o'er the heavenly plains;
And emulate, with joy unknown,
The glowing seraphs round thy throne.
5 The cheerful tribute will I give,
Long as a deathless soul can live;
A work so sweet, a theme so high,
Demands, and crowns eternity.

HYMN 135.

God glorious in the salvation of sinners. 1 FATHER, how wide thy glory shines! How high thy wonders rise!

Known through the earth by thousand signs,
By thousands through the skies.

2 Those mighty orbs proclaim thy power,
Their motions speak thy skill;

And on the wings of every hour
We read thy patience still.









But when we view thy vast design
To save rebellious worms,

Where vengeance and compassion join
In their divinest forms;

Our thoughts are lost in reverend awe;
We love and we adore:

The first archangel never saw

So much of God before.

Now the full glories of the Lamb
Adorn the heavenly plains:

Bright seraphs learn Immanuel's name,
And try their choicest strains.

O may I bear some humble part
In their immortal song!

Wonder and joy shall tune my heart,
And love inspire my tongue.

HYMN 136.

Excellence of the Scriptures.
FATHER of mercies, in thy word
What endless glory shines!

For ever be thy name ador'd

For these celestial lines.

Here may the wretched sons of want
Exhaustless riches find;

Riches beyond what earth can grant,
And lasting as the mind.

Here the Redeemer's welcome voice

Spreads heavenly peace around;

And life and everlasting joys

Attend the blissful sound.

O may these heavenly pages be
My ever dear delight;

And still new beauties may I see,
And still increasing light!


Divine Instructor, gracious Lord!
Be thou for ever near;


Teach me to love thy sacred word,
And view my Saviour there.


HYMN 137.

Blessings conveyed by the Scriptures.

GOD, in the gospel of his Son,
Makes his eternal counsels known;
Where love in all its glory shines,
And truth is drawn in fairest lines.


Here sinners of an humble frame





Behold his grace, and learn his name;
Inscrib'd in characters of blood,
Severely just, immensely good.
Wisdom its dictates here imparts,
To form our minds, and cheer our hearts;
Its influence makes the sinner live,
It bids the drooping saint revive.

Our stormy passions it controuls,
And comfort yields to contrite souls;
It brings a better world in view,
And guides us all our journey through.
May this blest volume every lie
Close to my heart and near my eye;
Till life's last hour my soul engage,
And be my chosen heritage!

HYMN 138.

The blessedness of Gospel times.

HOW beauteous are their feet,

Who stand on Sion's hill;

Who bring salvation on their tongues,
And words of peace reveal!




How charming is their voice!
How sweet the tidings are!
"Sion, behold thy Saviour-King,
"He reigns and triumphs here."

How happy are our ears,

That hear this joyful sound,

Which kings and prophets waited for,

And sought, but never found!


How blessed are our eyes,


That see this heavenly light!

Prophets and kings desired it long,
But died without the sight.

The Lord makes bare his arm
Through all the earth abroad:

Let every nation now behold
Their Saviour and their God.


HYMN 139.

"Thou shalt cause the trumpet to sound."

BLOW ye the trumpet, blow!

The gladly solemn sound
Let all the nations know,

To earth's remotest bound:
The year of Jubilee is come;

Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home,


Extol the Lamb of God,

The sin-atoning Lamb;

Redemption by his blood

Through all the world proclaim:

The year of Jubilee is come:
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.





Ye, who have sold for nought
Your heritage above,
Shall have it back unbought,
The gift of Jesus' love:
The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.

Ye slaves of sin and hell,

Your liberty receive:
And safe in Jesus dwell,

And blest in Jesus live:

The year of Jubilee is come;

Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.

The gospel-trumpet hear,

The news of pardoning grace;
Ye happy souls, draw near,
Behold your Saviour's face:
The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.

Jesus, our great High Priest,
Hath full atonement made;

Ye weary spirits, rest;

Ye mourning souls, be glad:
The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.

HYMN 140.

The Gospel invitation.

1 LET every mortal ear attend, And every heart rejoice;


The trumpet of the gospel sounds
With an inviting voice.

Ho! all ye hungry starving souls,
That feed upon the wind,

And vainly strive with earthly toys
To fill an empty mind;

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