GOD THE FATHER:

4 Oh, give thanks to Him who came In a mortal suffering frame­Temple of the Deity­

Came for rebel man to die: In the path Himself hath trod, Leading back His saints to God.

JOSIAH CONDER.

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Praise Him for His mighty acts.- Psa. 150. 2.

1 OH, worsnip the King

All glorious above; Oh, gratefully sing

His power and His love; Our Shield and Defender, The Ancient of days, Pavilioned in splendour, And girded with praise. 2 Oh, tell of His might,

Oh, sing of His grace, Whose robe is the light, Whose canopy, space; Whose chariots of wrath The deep thunder- clouds form, And dark is His path

On the wings of the storm.

3 The earth with its store Of wonders untold, Almighty! Thy power Hath founded of old; Hath' stablished it fast By a changeless decree, And round it hath cast, Like a mantle, the sea. 4 Thy bountiful care What tongue can recite? It breathes in the air,

It shines in the light; It streams from the hills, It descends to the plain, And sweetly distils

In the dew and the rain. 5 Frail children of dust, And feeble as frail; In Thee do we trust, Nor find Thee to fail; Thy mercies how tender, How firm to the end! Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend! 6 Oh, measureless Might! Ineffable Love!

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While angels delight To hymn Thee above, The humbler creation, Though feeble their lays, With true adoration

Shall lisp to Thy praise.

SIR R. GRANT.

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He giveth more grace.- James 4. 6. 10 HEAVENLY King,

Look down from above! Assist us to sing

Thy mercy and love; So sweetly o'erflowing, So plenteous the store, Thou still art bestowing, And giving us more. 2 O God of our life,

We hallow Thy name! Our business and strife Is Thee to proclaim; Accept our thanksgiving For creating grace; The living, the living

Shall show forth Thy praise.

3 Our Father and Lord, Almighty art Thou; Preserved by Thy word, We worship Thee now; The bountiful Donor

Of all we enjoy, Our tongues to Thine honour, And lives we employ.

4 But oh, above all,

Thy kindness we praise, From sin and from thrall

Which saves the lost race; Thy Son Thou hast given The world to redeem, And bring us to heaven Whose trust is in Him.

5 Wherefore of Thy love We sing and rejoice, With angels above

We lift up our voice; Thy love each believer Shall gladly adore, For ever and ever,

When time is no more.

C. WESLEY.