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Thy voice would break the bars of death,

Ånd make the grave resign. 3 If, winged with beams of morning light,

"I fly beyond the west;
Thy hand, which must support my flight,

Would soon betray my rest. 4 If o'er my sins I think to draw

The curtains of the night;
The flaming eyes that guard thy law,

Would turn the shades to light. 5 The beams of noon—the midnight hour,

Are both alike to thee:
Oh! may I ne'er provoke that power,
From which I cannot flee.

C. M. 14

God our Creator and Benefactor. WHEN all thy mercies, O my God,

My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view, I'm lost

In wonder, love, and praise.
2 Unnumbered comforts to my soul

Thy tender care bestowed,
Before my infant heart conceived

From whom those comforts flowed. 3 When in the slippery paths of youth With heedless steps


ran, Thine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe,

And led me up to man.
4 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts

My daily thanks employ;
Nor is the least a cheerful heart,

That tastes those gifts with joy. 8 Through every period of my life,

Thy goodness I'll pursue ;

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And after death, in distant worlds,

The glorious theme renew. 6 Through all eternity, to thee

A joyful song I'll raise;
But, oh! eternity's too short

To utter all thy praise ! 15 JEHOVAH, God! thy gracious power

On every hand we see;
Oh! may the blessings of each hour

Lead all our thoughts to thee.
2 If, on the wings of morn, we speed

To earth's remotest bound,
Thy hand will there our journey lead,

Thine arm our path surround.
3 Thy power is in the ocean deeps,

Ånd reaches to the skies ; Thine eye of mercy never sleeps,

Thy goodness never dies. 4 From morn till noon-till latest eve,

Thy hand, O God, we see;. And all the blessings we receive

Proceed alone from thee. 5 In all the varying scenes of time,

On thee our hopes depend; In every age-in every clime,

Our Father and our Friend.

C. M.
God is Love,

COME, ye that know and fear the Lord,

And list your souls above;
Let every heart and voice accord,

To sing--that God is love,

2 This precious truth his word declares,

And all his mercies prove;
While Christ, th’ atoning Lamb, appears,

To show-that God is love.
Behold his loving-kindness waits,

For those who from him rove,
And calls of mercy reach their hearts,

To teach them,God is love. 4 And, oh! that you, whose hardened hearts

No fears of hell can move,
May hear the gospel's milder voice-

That tells you-God is love.
5 Oh! may we all, while here below,

This best of blessings prove;
Till warmer hearts-in brighter worlds,
Shall shout—that God is love.

C. M.

The Faithfulness of God
MY never-ceasing song shall show

The mercies of the Lord ;
And make succeeding ages know

How faithful is his word.
2 The sacred truths his lips pronounce

Shall firm as heaven endure; And if he speak a promise once,

Th' eternal grace is sure.
3 Lord God of hosts—thy wondrous ways

Are sung by saints above:
And saints on earth their honors raise
To thy unchanging love.

C. M. 18

Trusting and Praising God. THROUGH all the changing scenes of life,

In trouble, and in joy,


The praises of my God shall still

My heart and tongue employ. 2 Oh! magnify the Lord with me,

With me exalt his name;
When in distress, to him I called,

He to my rescue came.
3 Oh! make but trial of his love,

Experience will decide
How blest are they-and only they,

Who in his truth confide. 4 Fear him, ye saints—and you will then

Have nothing else to fear; Make you his service your delight, He'll make your wants his care.

C. M. 19

All Praise due to God. SWEET is the memory of thy grace,

My God, my heavenly King; Let age to age thy righteousness

In songs of glory sing. 2 God reigns on high—but ne'er confines

His goodness to the skies; Through all the earth his bounty shines,

And every want supplies. 3 How kind are thy compassions, Lord!

How slow thine anger moves ! But soon he sends his pardoning word,

To cheer the souls he loves. 4 Sweet is the memory of thy grace,

My God, my heavenly King ; Let age to age thy righteousness

In songs of glory sing,

C. M. 20

The condescending Grace of God.
JEHOVAH, Lord of power and might,

How glorious is thy name !
The blaze of day—the pomp of night,

Thy majesty proclaim. 2 Lord, what is man-weak, sinful man

That he thy care should prove! That thou for him shouldst deign to plan

Such mighty acts of love!
3 Made in thine image at his birth-

Next to the heavenly host,
And sovereign of the new-formed earth,

Each privilege he lost.
4 Then did the pitying Saviour leave

The glories of the sky,-
Oh! love too wondrous to conceive!

For sinful man to die,-
5 To die, that we, by grace restored,

Might life and glory claim-
O great Creator, Saviour, Lord,

How excellent thy name! 21

God praised for his merciful Protection.
THY goodness, Lord, how great!

Eternally the same!
Before the sons of men laid up

For those who fear thy name. 2 Thy presence shall protect;

Thy watchful care shall hide :
In the pavilion of thy love,

Secure thy saints abide. 3 Forever bless the Lord,

His great salvation téll:

S. M.

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