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3 But when we view Thy strange design
To save rebellious worms,

Where vengeance and compassion join
In their divinest forms,-

4 Here the whole Deity is known;
Nor dares a creature guess
Which of the glories brightest shone,
The justice, or the grace.

5 Now the full glories of the Lamb
Adorn the heavenly plains;

Bright seraphs learn Immanuel's name,
And try their choicest strains.

6 Oh may I bear some humble part
In that immortal song!

Wonder and joy shall tune my heart,
And love command my tongue.

MY

Y God, how wonderful Thou art,
Thy majesty how bright!
How beautiful Thy mercy-seat
In depths of burning light!

2 How dread are Thine eternal years,
O everlasting Lord;

By prostrate spirits day and night
Incessantly adored.

3 How wonderful, how beautiful,
The sight of Thee must be,

Thine endless wisdom, boundless power,
And awful purity.

4 Oh how I fear Thee, Living God,

With deepest, tenderest fears,

And worship Thee with trembling hope,
And penitential tears.

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5 Yet I

may love Thee too, O Lord,
Almighty as Thou art ;

For Thou hast stooped to ask of me
The love of my poor heart.

6 No earthly father loves like Thee;
No mother, e'er so mild,

Bears and forbears, as Thou hast done
With me, Thy sinful child.

7 Father of Jesus, love's reward,
What rapture will it be,

Prostrate before Thy throne to lie,
And ever gaze on Thee!

MY

Psalm 71.

Y Saviour, my Almighty Friend,
When I begin Thy praise,

Where will the growing numbers end,
The numbers of Thy grace?

2 Thou art my everlasting trust,
Thy goodness I adore ;

And since I knew Thy graces first,
I speak Thy glories more.

3 My feet shall travel all the length
Of the celestial road,

4

And march with courage in Thy strength

To see my Father, God.

When I am filled with sore distress

For some surprising sin,

I'll plead Thy perfect righteousness,

And mention none but Thine.

5 How will my lips rejoice to tell
The victories of my King!

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My soul, redeemed from sin and hell,
Shall Thy salvation sing.

6 Awake, awake, my tuneful powers!
With this delightful song

I'll entertain the darkest hours,
Nor think the season long.

SING

Psalm 96.

ING to the Lord, ye distant lands,
Ye tribes of every tongue!

His rich display of grace demands
A new and nobler song.

2 Say to the nations, Jesus reigns,
God's own almighty Son;

His power the sinking world sustains,
And grace surrounds His throne.

3 Let heaven proclaim the joyful day,
Joy through the earth be seen ;
Let cities shine in bright array,
And fields in cheerful green.

4 Let an unusual joy surprise
The islands of the sea;
Ye mountains sink, ye valleys rise,
Prepare the Lord His way.

5 Behold He comes! He comes to bless
The nations as their God;

To show the world His righteousness,
And send His truth abroad.

6 But when His voice shall raise the dead,
And bid the world draw near,

How will the guilty nations dread
To see their Judge appear!

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UPWARD I lift mine eyes;

From God is all my aid;

The God who built the skies,

And earth and nature made:

God is the tower

To which I fly ;

His grace is nigh
In every hour.

2 My feet shall never slide,
And fall in fatal snares,

Since God, my Guard and Guide,

Defends me from

Those wakeful eyes

That never sleep,

my fears:

Shall Israel keep

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When dangers rise.

3 No burning heats by day,
Nor blasts of evening air,
Shall take my health away,

If God be with me there:

Thou art my sun,

To guard my head

And Thou my shade, | By night or noon.

4 Hast Thou not given Thy word
To save my soul from death?
And I can trust my Lord

To keep my mortal breath:

MY

What foe can injure me?

Why bid me like a bird

Before the fowler flee?

The Lord is on His heavenly throne,
And He will shield and save His own.

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2 The wicked may assail,

The tempter sorely try,
All earth's foundations fail,

All nature's springs be dry;
Yet God is in His holy shrine,
And I am strong while He is mine.

3 His flock to Him is dear,
He watches them from high;
He sends them trials here

To form them for the sky;
But safely will He tend and keep
The humblest, feeblest, of His sheep.

4 His foes a season here

May triumph and prevail ;

But ah! the hour is near

When all their hopes must fail;
While, like the sun, His saints shall rise,
And shine with Him above the skies.

Psalm 46.

OD is the refuge of His saints

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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;
Convulsions 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.