THE SON, AND THE HOLY GHOST. 2 Bless, O my soul! the God of grace; His favours claim thy highest praise; Why should the wonders He hath wrought Be lost in silence, and forgot?

3' Tis He my soul that sent his Son

To die for crimes which thou hast done; He owns the ransom, and forgives The hourly follies of our lives.

4 Not half so high his power hath spread The starry heavens above our head, As his rich love exceeds our praise,- Exceeds the highest hopes we raise. 5 Not half so far hath nature plac'd

The rising morning from the west, As his forgiving grace removes The daily guilt of those He loves. 6 Then, O my soul! with joyful tongue, Proclaim his mercies in thy song; Let not the wonders He hath wrought Be lost in silence, and forgot.

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God is my portion. Ps. lxxiii. 26. 1 0 LORD! I would delight in Thee, And on thy care depend;

To Thee in ev'ry trouble flee, My best and only Friend.

2 When all created streams are dried, Thy fulness is the same; May I with this be satisfied, And glory in thy Name.

3 No good in creatures can be found But may be found in Thee:

I must have all things, and abound, If God be God to me.

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The Lord is my light,& c. Ps. xxvii. 1.

1 My God, the spring of all my joys, The life of my delights; The glory of my brightest days, And comfort of my nights!

C. M.

C. M.