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2 In all our griefs he takes a share,

He knows our feeble frame; He knows what sore temptations are, For he hath felt the same.

3 He in the days of feeble flesh, Pour'd out strong cries and tears; And, in his measure, feels afresh What ev'ry member bears.

The bruised reed he never breaks,

Nor scorns the meanest name.

5 Then let our humble faith address
His mercy and his pow'r;
We shall obtain deliv'ring grace
In the distressing hour.

6 He ever lives to intercede
Before his Father's face;

4 He'll never quench the smoking flax, Give him, my soul, thy cause to plead, But raise it to a flame;

Nor doubt the Father's grace.,

VIII. Of God, as manifested in the Creation, Preservation and Government of the World.

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OGOD, thou bottomless abyss!


Thee to describe I am not able; I can't express thy properties, Thy heights and depths unmeasuraThou'rt an unfathomable sea,

The God of universal nature: True wisdom is not found in me, I'm a short-sighted feeble creature. I'd place thee full in view, And give thee praises due; Butwith mereweakness I'm surrounded; For all that thou art, knows Nor origin, nor close; Ah, hère my senses are confounded!

2 All sprung from thine omnipotence, What now or ever hath subsisted: No single atom comes by chance ; Wert thou not, nothing had existed. Whate'er accosts our ear or eye,

Object of knowledge or the senses, Derives its origin from thee,

Its being at thy word commences: None can control thy will; What is impossible With men, thou to effect art able. Thou to thyself alone Art adequately known; Thy wisdom is unmeasurable.

3 No limits thee can circumscribe,

Thy kingdom ev'ry where extendeth; Who can thy greatness e'er describe? Thy praise and power never endeth.

Thou stretchest to infinity,

Beyond the highest heavens seated; Thy glorious name, thy majesty Can never be conceiv'd or meted. Thou art ador'd by all, Each must before thee fall; Whoe'er in confidence applied To thee in his distress,

Prov'd thy unbounded grace, And all his wants were well supplied.

4 Counsel and deed are one with thee, And justice in thy court presideth; Perfection's thine, without degree,

And love thy character abideth. Mercy and faithfulness most true,

And grace and goodness beyond meaAre ev'ry morning to us new, [sure, According to thy own good pleasure. Each moment of our days Thy tender care displays, And some newpledge of mercy showeth. What we are or shall be,

Must be deriv'd from thee, From whom alone each blessing floweth.

5 Ah! who can render thee just praise? Who? tho' his heart and tongue combined!

No temple is thy dwelling-place,
Thy worship cannot be confined;
By building shrines, where thou shalt be,
No man thy proper aim attaineth;
Thou lovest him, who trusts in thee,
And prostrate at thy feet remaineth;

What man performs for thee,
Shall his own profit be;
Thou of his gifts hast no occasion:
Thou dost on him bestow
Life, and salvation too;
But thou receivest no accession.

6 Thy hand rewards, tho' all is thine, Thou! by whose fire thy foes must perish;

Altho' its genial warmth and shine Thy friends meanwhile doth warm and cherish.

The seraphim with sweetest tone
Express their praise and adoration;
The elders, kneeling at thy throne,
Serve thee with deepest veneration.
Thine is the kingdom, pow'r,
And glory evermore!
With humble awe I sink ashamed
Before thy majesty;
Thou art essentially
All that is great and holy named!

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ALMIGHTY God, thou sov'reign Lord, 'Fore thee we prostrate fall,

In heaven and on earth ador'd,
As the great Cause of all.

17 With longing eyes thy creatures wait
On thee for daily food';
Thy lib'ral hand provides them meat,
And fills their mouths with good.

8 Sweet is the mem'ry of thy grace,
My God, my heav'nly King!
Let age to age thy righteousness
In sounds harmonious sing

9 Creatures with all their endless race,
Thy pow'r and praise proclaim:
May we, who taste thy richer grace,
Delight to bless thy name!

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MONARCH of all, with humble fear To thee heav'n's hosts their voices raise,

Ev'n earth and dust thy bounties share:
Let earth and dust attempt thy praise.
2 Before thy face, O Lord most high!
Sinks all created glory down:
Yet be not wroth with me, that I
Vile worm, draw near thy awful

3. Of all thou the beginning art,
Of all things thou alone the end:

2 Thou canst not by our eyes be seen, On thee still fix my wav'ring heart,

Thou art a spirit pure,
Who from eternity hast been,
And always shalt endure.

3 Present alike in ev'ry place
Thy Godhead we adore,
Beyond the bounds of time and
Thou dwellest evermore.
4 In wisdom infinite thou art,
Thine eye doth all things see,
And ev'ry thought of ev'ry heart
Is fully known to thee.


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To thee let all my actions tend.

4 Thou, Lord, art light: thy native ray No shade, no variation knows; To my dark soul thy light display,

The brightness of thy face disclose. 5 Thou, Lord, art love: from thee pure love

Flows forth in unexhausted streams; Let me its quick'ning virtue prove,

O fill my heart with sacred flames! 6 Thou, Lord, art good, and thou alone: With eager hope, with warm desire, Thee may I still my portion own, To thee in ev'ry thought aspire. 7 So shall my ev'ry pow'r to thee In love and endless praises rise; Yea, body, soul and spirit be Thy ever living sacrifice.

8 Lord God almighty, ceaseless praise 2 He built the earth, he spread the sky In heav'n, thy throne, to thee is giv'n; And fixt the starry lights on high: Here, as in heav'n, thy name we bless, He fills the sun with morning light, For where thy presence shines, is He bids the moon direct the night. heav'n.

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T. 590. LORD, when thou saidst, "So let it be," The heav'ns were spread, and shone, And this whole earth stood gloriously; Thou spak'st, and it was done; The whole creation still records, Unto this very day,


3 He sent his Son with pow'r to save
From guilt,from darkness,and the grave:
Wonders of grace to God belong,
Repeat his mercies in your song.
Thro' this vainworld he guides our feet,
And leads us to his heav'nly seat;
His mercies ever shall endure,
When this vain world shall be no more.
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HIGH in the heav'ns, eternal God,

Thy goodness in full glory shines; Thy truth shall break thro' ev'ry cloud That veils on earth thy wise designs. For ever firm thy justice stands,

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As mountains their foundations keep; Great are the wonders of thy hands Thy judgments are a mighty deep. Thy providence is kind and large, Both man and beast thy bounty share; The whole creation is thy charge,


But man is thy peculiar care. My God, how excellent thy grace! Whence all our hope and comfort

That thou art God, the Lord of lords; The sons of Adam in distress [springs,

Thee all things must obey.

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Fly to the shadow of thy wings.

3 From the provisions of thy house

We shall be fed with sweet repast ; There mercy, like a river, flows,

And we the living water taste. Life, like a fountain rich and free,

Springs from thy presence, gracious And in thy light divine we see [Lord, The glories promis'd in thy word.

163.* T. 214.

I WILL sing to my Creator,

Unto God I'll render praise, Who by ev'ry thing in nature

Magnifies his tender grace. Nought but loving condescension Still inclines his faithful heart

To support and take their part, Who pursue his blest intention.

All things to their period tend,
But his mercy hath no end.

2 Yea, his Son his heart paternal
Freely did give up for me,
Me to save from death eternal
And from endless misery.
Depth of love past comprehension!
Whence can my weak spirit fetch
Thoughts profound enough to reach
This unfathom'd condescension!
All things, &c.

3 His good Spirit's blest instruction
In his word to me is giv❜n,
Whose unerring manuduction
Leads me in the way to heav'n.
He endows my soul and spirit
With the light of living faith,
To o'ercome sin, world and death,
And escape the hell I merit.
All things, &c.

4 My soul's welfare he advances,
For my body he doth care;
Aid and comfort he dispenses,
When I call on him by pray'r;
When my nat'ral strength is shrinking,
In the time of utmost need,
He, my God, draws nigh with speed,
And recovers me from sinking.
All things, &c.

5 As a hen is us❜d to gather
Her young brood beneath her wings,
So hath God, my heav'nly Father,

Kept me safe from hurtful things;
Had my God withdrawn his favor,
Had not his protecting grace
Sav'd me in each trying case,
I should have been helped never.
All things, &c.

6 Since nor end, nor bounds, nor mea-
In God's mercies can be found,[sure,
Heart and hands I lift with pleasure,
As a child in duty bound;
Humbly I request the favor:

Grant me grace both day and night,
Thee to love with all my might,
Till I change this infant savor
For that taste of bliss above,
Perfect praise and endless love,

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WHEN all thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view, I'm lost
In wonder, love, and praise.

2 Ohow shall words with equal warmth
The gratitude declare,

That glows within my ravish'd heart!
But thou canst read it there.
3 Thy providence my life sustain'd,
And all my wants redrest,
When in the silent womb I lay,
And hung upon the breast.

4. To all my weak complaints and cries
Thy mercy lent an ear,

Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learnt
To form themselves in pray'r.

5 Unnumber'd comforts to my soul
Thy tender care bestow'd,
Before my infant-heart conceiv'd

From whom those comforts flow'd,
6 When in the slipp'ry paths of youth
With heedless steps I ran,
Thine arm, unseen, convey'd me safe,
And led me up to man.

7 Thro' hidden dangers, toils & deaths,
It gently clear'd my way,
And thro' the pleasing snares of vice,
More to be fear'd than they.

8 When worn with sickness,oft hast thou
With health renew'd my face;
And when in sin and sorrow sunk,
Reviv'd my soul with

9 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ;
Nor is the least a cheerful heart,
10 Thro' ev'ry period of my
That tastes those gifts with joy.


Thy goodness I'll pursue;
And after death, in heav'n with thee,
The glorious theme renew.
11 Thro' all eternity to thee
A joyful song I'll raise :
But, O! eternity's too short
To utter all thy praise.

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IN thee I live, and move, and am;
Thou number'st all my days:
As thou renew'st my being, Lord,
Let me renew thy praise.

2 From thee I am, thro' thee I am,
And for thee I must be:
'Twere better for me not to live,
Than not to live to thee.

3 Naked I came into this world,
And nothing with me brought;
And nothing have I here deserv'd;
Yet I have lacked nought.

4 I do not praise my lab'ring hand,
My lab'ring head, or chance;
Thy providence, most gracious God,


5 Thy bounty gives me bread with
A table free from strife: [peace,
Thy blessing is the staff of bread,
Which is the staff of life.

6 The daily favors of my God
I cannot sing at large;
Yet humbly can I make this boast,
I am th' Almighty's charge.

7 Lord, in the day, thou art about

The paths wherein I tread.;
And in the night, when I lie down,

Thou art about my bed.

8 O let my house a temple be,
That I and mine may sing
Hosannas to thy majesty,
And praise our heav'nly King.

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