And breathes in every gale that blows,
And glides in every rill,

But in the gospel it appears

In sweeter, fairer characters,

And charms the ravished breast: There love immortal leaves the sky, To wipe the drooping mourner's eye, And give the weary rest.

4 Then let the love that makes me bless'd, With cheerful praise inspire my breast, And ardent gratitude;

And all my thoughts and passions tend
To thee, my Father and my Friend,
My soul's eternal good.

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Disobedience and Ingratitude.

INFINITE power, eternal Lord,
How mighty is thy hand!
All nature rose t' obey thy word,
And moves at thy command.

2 Fire, air, and earth, and stormy sea,
Perform thy sovereign will;

And every beast and every tree
Thy great designs fulfill.

3 But ah, how wide my spirit flies,
And wanders from her God;
My soul forgets the heavenly prize,
And treads the downward road.

4 The creatures of a meaner frame
Pay all their dues to thee;

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But they have never known thy name,
Nor e'er been loved like me.

5 Great God, create my soul anew;
To thee my powers I bring;
Make all the wheels of nature true,
And govern every spring.

6 Then shall my feet no more depart,
Nor my affections rove;
Devotion shall be all my heart,
And all my passions-love.

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God our Father.

C. M.

1 COME, shout aloud the Father's grace,
And sing the Saviour's love;
Soon shall you join the glorious theme,
In loftier strains, above.

2 God, the eternal, mighty God,
To dearer names descends;
Calls you his treasure and his joy,
His children and his friends.

3 My Father-God! and may these lips
Pronounce a name so dear?
Not thus could heaven's sweet harmony
Delight my list'ning ear.

4 Thanks to my God for every gift
His bounteous hands bestow;
And thanks eternal for that love
Whence all those comforts flow.

5 For ever let my grateful heart
His boundless grace adore,

Which gives ten thousand blessings now,
And bids me hope for more.

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"The Spirit of Adoption."-Rom. viii. 15. C. M.

1 SOVEREIGN of all the worlds on high, Allow my humble claim;

Nor, when I raise my guilty head,
Disdain a father's name.

2 My Father-God! how sweet the sound!
How tender, and how dear!
Not all the harmony of heaven
Could so delight the ear.

3 Come, sacred Spirit, seal the name
On my expanding heart;

And show that in Jehovah's grace
I share a filial part.

4 Cheered by a signal so divine,
Unwavering I believe;

And Abba, Father, humbly cry;
Nor can the sign deceive.

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Support from God.-Ps. xvi.

ET heathens to their idols haste,
And worship wood or stone;

But my delightful lot is cast

Where the true God is known.

2 His hand provides my constant food,
He fills my daily cup;

Much am I pleased with present good,
But more rejoice in hope.

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3 God is my portion and my joy;
His counsels are my light;
He gives me sweet advice by day,
And gentle hints by night.

4 My soul would all her thoughts approve To his all-seeing eye;

Nor death nor hell my hope shall move, While such a friend is nigh.

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God the Portion of the Soul.

1 MY God, the spring of all my joys,
The life of my delights,

The glory of my brightest days,
And comfort of my nights,-

2 In darkest shades, if thou appear,
My dawning is begun;

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Thou art my soul's bright morning star,
And thou my rising sun.

3 The opening heavens around me shine
With beams of sacred bliss,

While Jesus shows his love is mine,
And whispers I am his!

4 My soul would leave this heavy clay,
At that transporting word;
Run up with joy the shining way,
And haste to meet my Lord.

5 Fearless of hell and ghastly death,
I'd break through every foe;
The wings of love and arms of faith
Should bear me conqueror through.

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CHRIST.

The Song of the Angels.

8. 7.

1 HARK! what mean those holy voices, Sweetly sounding through the skies?

Lo, th' angelic host rejoices;

Heavenly hallelujahs rise!

2 Christ is born, the great Anointed;
Him, in bursts of praise, they sing;
He hath come, of God appointed
Saviour, Prophet, Priest, and King.
3 Sinners, learn that song of glory

Hail the heavenly kingdom nigh;
Spread abroad the wondrous story;
Shout in praise to God most high.

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The Incarnation.

1 HARK! the herald angels sing

Glory to the new-born King;
Peace on earth and mercy mild-
God and sinners reconciled."

2 Joyful, all ye nations, rise,
Join the triumph of the skies;
With th' angelic host proclaim,
"Christ is born in Bethlehem!"

3 Vailed in flesh, the Godhead see,
Hail th' incarnate Deity!

Pleased as man with men to dwell,
Jesus, our Immanuel.

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