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Praise to the Saviour.

TO thee, my God and Saviour,
My heart exulting sings,
Rejoicing in thy favor,
Almighty King of kings;
I'll celebrate thy glory
With all thy saints above,
And tell the joyful story
Of thy redeeming love.
2 Soon as the morn, with roses,
Bedecks the dewy east,
And when the sun reposes
Upon the ocean's breast,
My voice in supplication,
Well pleased, thou shalt hear,
Oh, grant me thy salvation,
And to my soul draw near.

Excellency of Christ.

INFINITE excellence is thine,
Thou glorious Prince of Grace!
Thy uncreated beauties shine
With never-fading rays.

2 Sinners, from earth's remotest end,
Come bending at thy feet;

To thee their prayers and songs ascend,
In thee their wishes meet.

3 Millions of happy spirits live

On thy exhaustless store;

From thee they all their bliss receive,
And still thou givest more.

4 Thou art their triumph, and their joy; They find their all in thee;

Thy glories will their tongues employ
Through all eternity.

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Excellency of Christ.

1 OH, could I speak the matchless worth, Oh, could I sound the glories forth,. Which in my Saviour shine!

I'd soar, and touch the heavenly strings,
And vie with Gabriel, while he sings
In notes almost divine.

2 I'd sing the precious blood he spilt,
My ransom from the dreadful guilt
Of sin and wrath divine:

I'd sing his glorious righteousness,
In which all-perfect, heavenly dress
My soul shall ever shine.

3 I'd sing the characters he bears,
And all the forms of love he wears,
Exalted on his throne:

In loftiest songs of sweetest praise,
I would, to everlasting days,
Make all his glories known.

4 Well-the delightful day will come, When my dear Lord will bring me home,

And I shall see his face:

Then, with my Saviour, brother, friend,
A blest eternity I'll spend,
Triumphant in his grace.

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Supreme Love to Christ.

DO not I love thee, O my Lord ?-
Behold my heart, and see:
And turn each worthless idol out,
That dares to rival thee.

2 Do not I love thee from my soul?—
Then let me nothing love:

Dead be my heart to every joy,
Which thou dost not approve.
3 Is not thy name melodious still
To mine attentive ear?

Doth not each pulse with pleasure beat
My Saviour's voice to hear?

4 Hast thou a lamb in all thy flock,
I would disdain to feed?

Hast thou a foe, before whose face
I fear thy cause to plead?

5 Thou know'st I love thee, O my Lord,
But yet I long to soar

Far from the sphere of mortal joys,
That I may love thee more.

JESUS, I love thy charming name;
"Tis music to my ear;

Fain would I sound it out so loud,
That earth and heaven might hear.

2 Whate'er my noblest powers can wish
In thee doth richly meet;
Not to mine eyes is light so dear,
Nor friendship half so sweet.

3 Thy grace still dwells upon my heart,
And sheds its fragrance there;
The noblest balm of all its wounds,
The cordial of its care!

4 I'll speak the honors of thy name,
With my last laboring breath;

Then, speechless, clasp thee in mine arms,
And trust thy love in death.

THOU lovely source of true delight,
Whom I unseen adore ;

Unvail thy beauties to my sight,
That I may love thee more.

2 Thy glory o'er creation shines;
But in thy sacred word

I read, in fairer, brighter lines,
My bleeding-dying Lord.

3 'Tis here, whene'er my comforts droop,
And sins and sorrows rise-

Thy love, with cheering beams of hope,
My fainting heart supplies.

4 But ah! too soon the pleasing scene
Is clouded o'er with pain;

My gloomy fears rise dark between,
And I again complain.

5 Jesus, my Lord-my Life-my Light,
Oh come with blissful ray;

Break through the gloomy shades of night,
And chase my fears away.

6 Then shall my soul with rapture trace
The wonders of thy love:

Then shall I see thy glorious face
In endless joy above.

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Indebtedness to Christ.

JESUS! to thy celestial light,

My dawn of hope I owe;

Once wandering in the shades of night,
And lost in helpless wo.

2 Thy gracious hand redeemed the slave,
And set the prisoner free:
Be all I am-and all I have,
Devoted, Lord, to thee.

Here at thy feet I wait thy will,
And live upon thy word:

Oh! give me warmer love and zeal,
To serve my dearest Lord.

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L. M.

Thankfulness and Praise for Salvation. LET sinners saved give thanks, and sing Of mercies past-of joys to come: The Lord their Saviour is, and King; The cross their hope, and heaven their home.

2 Let sinners saved give thanks, and sing;
Salvation theirs, and of the Lord;

They draw from heaven's eternal spring,
The living God their great reward.

3 Let sinners saved give thanks, and sing,
Of Jesus sing, through all their days:
In heaven their golden harps they'll string,
And there forever sing his praise.

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Not ashamed of Christ.

JESUS! and shall it ever be

A mortal man ashamed of thee?

Ashamed of thee-whom angels praise? Whose glories shine through endless days? 2 Ashamed of Jesus?-that dear friend On whom my hopes of heaven depend? No!-when I blush, be this my shameThat I no more revere his name.