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PSALMS AND HYMNS OF PRAISE.

There shall we see his face, And never, never sin; There from the rivers of his grace Drink endless pleasures in. Then let our songs abound, And every tear be dry; We're

marching thro' Emmanuel's

ground

To fairer worlds on high.( e)

507 My soul, repeat his praise,

Whose mercies are so great, Whose anger is so slow to rise, So ready to abate.

High as the heavens are raised Above the ground we tread, Bo far the riches of his grace Our highest thoughts exceed. His power subdues our sins, And his forgiving love, Far as the east is from the west, Doth all our guilt remove. The pity of the Lord,

To those who fear his name, Is such as tender parents feel; He knows our feeble frame.

Our days are as the grass, Or like the morning flower; If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field, It withers in an hour.

But thy compassions, Lord, To, endless years endure; And children's children ever find Thy words of promise sure.( c)

508

BLESS the Lord, my soul, His grace to thee prociaim, And all that is within me join To bless his holy name. O bless the Lord, my soul, His mercies bear in mind, Forget not all his benefits: The Lord to thee is kind.

He will not always chide; He will with patience wait; His wrath is ever slow to rise, And ready to abate. He pardons all thy sins, Profongs thy feeble breath, He healeth thine infirmities, And ransoms thee from death. He clothes thee with his love, Upholds thee with his truth, And like the eagle he renews The vigour of thy youth. Then bless his holy name, Whose grace hath made thee whole, Whose loving- kindness crowns thy days; O bless the Lord, my soul.( f) 509 AWAKE, my soul, in joyful lays, And sing thy great Redeemer's

praise;

He justly claims a song from me, His loving- kindness, oh how free!

He saved me from my lost estate, His loving- kindness, oh how great! Though numerous hosts of mighty foes, Though earth and hell my way oppose, He safely leads my soul along; His loving- kindness, oh how strong! When trouble, like a gloomy cloud, Has gather'd thick and thunder'd loud, He near my soul has always stood, His loving- kindness, oh how good! Often I feel my sinful heart Prone from my Saviour to depart; But, though I have him oft forgot, His loving- kindness changes not. Soon shall I pass the gloomy vale, Soon all my mortal powers must fail; O may my last expiring breath His loving- kindness sing in death. Then let me mount, and soar away To the bright world of endless day; And sing with rapture and surprise His loving- kindness in the skies.( a)

He saw me ruin'd in the fall, Yat loved me notwithstanding all;

COME, thou Fount of every blessing,

510

Tune my heart to sing thy grace: Streams of mercy never ceasing

Call for songs of loudest praise. Teach me, Lord, the rapturous measures Sung by flaming hosts above; Bid me tell the countless treasures Of my God's unchanging love. Here I raise my Ebenezer,

Hither by thy help I'm come; And I hope, by thy good pleasure, Safely to arrive at home. Jesus sought me when a stranger, Wandering from the fold of God; He, to rescue me from danger,

Interposed his precious blood, O, to grace how great a debtor Daily I'm constrain'd to be! Let that grace break every fetter That withholds my heart from hee. Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it;

Prone to leave the God I love: Saviour, take my heart and seal it, . Seal it for thy courts above.( n)

511 YOUR harps, ye trembling saints,

Down from the willows take: Loud to the praise of Love Divine ,. Bid every string awake. Though in a foreign land, We are not far from home; And nearer to our house above We every moment come. His grace will to the end Stronger and brighter shine; Nor present things, nor things to come, Shall quench the spark divine.

Soon shall our doubts and fears Subside at his control;

His loving- kindness shall break through The midnight of the soul.