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The Sufferings and Death of Christ
-Good Friday--The Lord's
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NAMES, PERFECTIONS, AND PRAISE.
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2. God glorious. GREAT God, my Maker, and my King, Of thee I'It speak, of thee I'll sing; All thou hast done, and all thou dost Declare thee good, proclaim thee just. Thy ancient thoughts, and firm decrees, Thy threat'nings and thy promises, The joys of heaven, the pains of hell, What angels taste, what devils feel. Thy terrors and thine acts of
grace, Thy threat'ning rod and smiling face, Thy wounding, and thy healing word, A world undone, a world restord:While these excite my fear and joy ; While these my tuneful lips employ; Accept, O Lord, the humble song, The tribute of a trembling tongue.
God good. Ye humble souls, approach your God,
With songs of sacred praise,
And kind are all his ways.
In him we live and move;
The wonders of his love.
He gave his Son, his only Son,
To ransom rebel worms; 'Tis here he makes his goodness known
In its diviner forms.
'Tis here our hope relies;
When storms of trouble rise.
Thine eye beholds, with kind regard,
The souls who trust in thee; Their humble hope thou wilt reward
With bliss divinely free.
Great God, to thy Almighty love
What honours shall we raise? Not all the raptur'd songs above,
Can render equal praise.
4. God the Saint's Portion.
From pole to pole let others roam,
And search in vain for bliss; My soul is satisfy'd at home,
The Lord my portion is.
Jesus, who on his glorious throne
Rules heav'n, and earth, and sea, Is pleas'd to claim me for his own, And give himself to me.
His person fixes all my love,
His blood removes my fear;
His arm preserves me here.
His Spirit is my guide;
And all my wants supply'd.
For him I count as gain each loss,
Disgrace, for him, renown;
While he prepares my crown!
How much they gain or spend;
But mine shall know no end.
5. Divine Sovereignty. KEEP silence all created things,
And wait your Maker's nod: My soul stands trembling, while she sings
The honours of her God.
Hang on his firm decree:
Nor borrows leave to be.