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2 The volume of my Father's grace Does all my grief dispel Here I behold my Saviour's face, And learn to do his will. 3 Here living water freely flows, To cleanse me from my sin; 'Tis here the tree of knowledge grows, Nor danger dwells therein.
4 Oh! may thy counsels, mighty God,
Deliverance from Sin implored.
I HEAR thy word with love,
2 Oh! who can ever find
3 Warn me of every sin; Forgive my secret faults; And cleanse this guilty soul of mine, Whose crimes exceed my thoughts. 4 While with my heart and tongue, I spread thy praise abroad, Accept the worship and the song, My Saviour, and my God.
Delight in the Scriptures.
NOW let my soul, eternal King!
My knee with humble homage bow;
3 There what delightful truths I read!
The Glory of God in his Works and in his Word. BEHOLD the morning sun
Begins his glorious way;
His beams through all the nations run,
2 But where the gospel comes,
It calls dead sinners from their tombs,
3 How perfect is thy word!
4 My gracious God, how plain
BEING AND ATTRIBUTES OF GOD. L. M.
Existence of God manifest from his Works. THERE is a God-all nature speaks, Through earth, and air, and sea, and skies; See, from the clouds his glory breaks, When earliest beams of morning rise. 2 The rising sun, serenely bright,
Throughout the world's extended frame, Inscribes, in characters of light,
His mighty Maker's glorious name. 3 Ye curious minds, who roam abroad, And trace creation's wonders o'er, Confess the footsteps of your God;Bow down before him-and adore. C. M.
Eternity of God.
GREAT God! how infinite art thou!-
2 Thy throne eternal ages stood,
Ere seas or stars were made: Thou art the ever-living God,
Were all the nations dead.
3 Eternity, with all its years, Stands present in thy view:
To thee there's nothing old appears—
4 Our lives through various scenes are drawn, And vexed with trifling cares;
While thine eternal thought moves on
5 Great God! how infinite art thou!-
God the Creator.
THE God of nature and of grace,
His goodness through the earth we trace, His grandeur in the spheres.
2 How excellent, O Lord, thy name,
3 Millions before thy presence stand,
God almighty and omnipresent.
With awe profound, my wondering soul
2 To be encompassed round with God,
3 Oh, how tremendous is the thought!
WHERE'ER, thro' all his works, we send
2 That God, whose word all nature formed,
3 Before whose high and dazzling throne Myriads of angels bow;
Whose smile is everlasting bliss-
4 Low at his feet, then, O my soul,
Omniscience and Omnipresence of God.
2 Should I suppress my vital breath, To 'scape the wrath divine;