6 The riches of Thy mercy, Lord!
Do Thou to us extend;

Since we for all we want or wish
On Thee alone depend.

1 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 Of His deliverance I will boast, Till all that are distressed

From my example comfort take,
And charm their griefs to rest.
3 Oh! magnify the Lord with me ;
With me, exalt His name:

When in distress to Him I called,
He to my rescue came.

4 The hosts of God encamp around
The dwellings of the just;
Deliverance He affords to all
Who on His succour trust.

5 Oh! make but trial of His love,
Experience will decide,

How blest are they, and only they,
Who in His truth confide!

6 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.

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1 AS pants the hart for cooling streams,

When heated in the chase,

So longs my soul, O God! for Thee,
And Thy refreshing grace.

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2 For Thee, my God! the living God,
My thirsty soul doth pine;
Oh! when shall I behold Thy face,
Thou Majesty divine!

3 Why restless, why cast down, my soul?
Trust God, who will employ

His aid for thee, and change these sighs
To thankful hymns of joy.

4 God of my strength! how long shall I,
Like one forgotten, mourn;
Forlorn, forsaken, and exposed
To my oppressor's scorn?

5 Why restless, why cast down, my soul?
Hope still, and thou shalt sing
The praise of Him who is thy God,
Thy health's eternal spring.

MY

Y heart its noblest theme has found! O Thou! with royal splendour crown'd, Messiah taught Thy power to know, How shall my mouth with praise o'erflow! 2 Hail! fairer than the sons of men! Grace on Thy lips and beauty reign; These speak Thee honoured from above, And blest with God's eternal love.

3 Hail, Thou whom nation's own their Lord! Gird on Thy thigh Thy glittering sword! By mercy, truth, and justice led,

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Ride glorious on, Thy conquests spread!

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YOD is the refuge of His saints

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L.M.

When storms of sharp distress invade :

Ere we can offer our complaints,

Behold Him present with His aid.

2 Let mountains from their seats be hurled
Down to the deep, and buried there,
Convulsion shake the solid world,
Our faith shall never yield to fear.
3 Loud may the troubled ocean roar,
In sacred peace our souls abide;
While every nation, every shore
Trembles, and dreads the swelling tide.
4 There is a stream, whose gentle flow
Supplies the city of our God;

Life, love, and joy still gliding through,
And watering our divine abode.

5 That sacred stream, Thy holy word,
That all our raging fear controls:
Sweet peace Thy promises afford,
And give new strength to fainting souls.

6 Zion enjoys her Monarch's love,
Secure against each threatening hour;
Nor can her firm foundations move,
Built on His truth, and armed with power.

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THOU

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U art gone up on high,
O Christ, our glorious King!

And all the armies of the sky
Thy praise perpetual sing.

Thou art gone up on high,
And on the Father's throne

Art crowned with endless majesty,
In power and love unknown.

The Lord the Saviour reigns,
Victorious over the grave:
His arm a sinking world sustains,
Omnipotent to save.

B

S.M.

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Princes, the shields of earth,
To Him your offerings bring;
Let all the lands with sacred mirth
Adore the eternal King.

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YREAT is the Lord our God,
And let His praise be great!

He makes His churches His abode,
His most delightful seat.

2 The temples of His grace,
How beautiful they stand!
The honours of our native place,
And bulwarks of our land.

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In Zion God is known

A refuge in distress:

How bright has His salvation shone

Through all her palaces!

In every new distress

We'll to His house repair;

We'll think upon His wondrous grace,
And seek deliverance there.

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L.M.

1A is all the sacrifice I bring;
BROKEN heart, my God, my King,

The God of grace will ne'er despise
A broken heart for sacrifice.

2 Behold! I fall before Thy face;
My only refuge is Thy grace;

No outward forms can make me clean;
The leprosy lies deep within.

3 Oh, wash my soul from every sin,
And make my guilty conscience clean;
Here on my heart the burden lies,
And past offences pain my eyes..

4 My soul lies humbled in the dust,
And owns Thy dreadful sentence just;
Look down, O Lord! with pitying eye,
And save the soul condemned to die.
5 Then will I teach the world Thy ways;
Sinners shall learn Thy sovereign grace;
I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood,
And they shall praise a pardoning God.
6 Oh, may Thy love inspire my tongue!
Salvation shall be all my song!

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And all my powers shall join to bless
The Lord, my Strength and Righteousness.

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WE

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HEN overwhelm'd with grief,
My heart within me dies,

Helpless, and far from all relief,
To heaven I lift my eyes.

2 Oh! lead me to the rock

That's high above my head:
And make the covert of Thy wings
My shelter and my shade.

3 Within Thy presence,

For ever I'll abide;

Lord!

Thou art the tower of my defence,
The refuge where I hide.

4 Thou givest me the lot

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Of those that fear Thy name;
And I shall through eternal years
Thy wondrous love proclaim.

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GOD, Thou art my God alone! Early to Thee my soul shall cry; A pilgrim in a land unknown,

S.M.

L.M.

A thirsty land, whose springs are dry.