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Dissolved by thy goodness, I fall to the ground,

And weep to the praise of the mercy I've found.

3 The door of thy mercy stands open all day,

To the poor and the needy, who knock by the way;

No sinner shall ever a place be denied,

Who comes seeking mercy through Jesus that died.

4 Thy mercy in Jesus exempts me from hell;

Its glories I'll sing, and its wonders I'll tell :
'T was Jesus, my friend, when he hung on the tree,
Who opened the fountain of mercy for me.

8. M.

God, all and in all.

1 MY God, my life, my love!

To thee, to thee I call;

I cannot live, if thou remove,

For thou art all in all.

2 To thee, and thee alone,

The angels owe their bliss ;

They sit around thy gracious throne,

And dwell where Jesus is.
3 Not all the harps above

Can make a heavenly place,
If God his residence remove,

Or but conceal his face.
4 Nor earth, nor all the sky,

Can one delight afford;
No, not a drop of real joy,

Without thy presence, Lord !
5 Thou art the sea of love,

Where all my pleasures roll,
The circle, where my passions move,
And centre of my soul.

C. M.

Confiding in God.

I TO thee, my God! my heart shall bring

The lively, grateful song;
Attending kings shall hear me sing,

With rapture on my tongue.

2 Amid the glories of thy name,

Thy truth exalted shines ;

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A faithful God thy words proclaim,

In everlasting lines.
3 When, in the day of deep distress,

To thee, my God! I cried,
With strength divine, thy powerful grace

My fainting soul supplied.
4 Thou, Lord! wilt all my hopes fulfil,

To thee the work belongs;
Let endless mercy guide me still,
And tune my grateful songs.

C. M. 24.

The Mercy-Seat.
1 DEAR Father! to thy mercy-seat

My soul for shelter flies :
'T is here I find a safe retreat,

When storms and tempests rise. 2 My cheerful hope can never die,

Ir thou, my God! art near ;
Thy grace can raise my comforts high,

And banish every fear.
3 My great Protector, and my Lord !

Thy constant aid impart;
Oh! let thy kind, thy gracious word

Sustain my trembling heart. 4 Oh! never let my soul remove

From this divine retreat ;
Still let me trust thy power and love,
And dwell beneath thy feet.

C. M. 25.

Prayer for quickening Grace.
1 PERMIT me, Lord ! to seek thy face,

Obedient to thy call;
To seek the presence of thy grace,

My strength, my life, my all! 2 All I can wish is thine to give:

My God! I ask thy love,
That greatest boon I can receive,

The bliss of heaven above.
3 To heaven my restless heart aspires ;

Oh! for a quickening ray,

To wake and warm my faint desires

And cheer the tiresome way. 4 The path to thy divine abode

Through a wild desert lies ;
A thousand snares beset the road,

A thousand terrors rise.
5 Satan and sin unite their art

To keep me from my Lord :
Dear Saviour! guard my trembling heart,

And guide me by thy word.
6 My Guardian, my almighty Friend !

On thee my soul would rest;
On thee alone my hopes depend;
Be near, and I am blest.

H. M. 26.

Perpetual Praise.
1 TO thee, great Source of light !

My thankful voice I'll raise;
And all my powers unite

To celebrate thy praise ;
And, till my voice is lost in death,

May praise employ my every breath. 2 And when this feeble tongue

Lies silent in the dust,
My soul shall dwell among

The spirits of the just;
Then, with the shining hosts above,
In nobler strains I'll sing thy love.

C. M. 27. God's Presence is Light in Darkness. 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.
2 In darkest shades, if he appear,

My dawning is begun;
He is my soul's sweet morning-star,

And he my rising sun. 3 The opening heavens around me saine,

With beams of sacred bliss,

While Jesus shows his heart is mine,

And whispers I am his.
4 My soul would leave this heavy clay,

At that transporting word;
Ran up with joy the shining way,

T' embrace my dearest Lord.
5 Fearless of hell and ghastly death,

I'd break through every foe;
The wings of love, and arms of faith,
Should bear me conqueror through.

S. M. 28.

God, my Creator and Benefactor. 1 MY Maker and my King !

To thee my all I owe;
Thy sovereign bounty is the spring

Whence all my blessings flow. 2 The creature of thy hand,

On thee alone I live;
My God! thy benefits demand

More praise than life can give. 3 Shall I withhold thy due ?

And shall my passions rove?
Lord! form this wretched heart anew,

And fill it with thy love. 4 Oh! let thy grace inspire

My soul with strength divine;
Let all my powers to thee aspire,
And all my days be thine.

C. M. 29.

Thanks for Providence and Grace. 1 ALMIGHTY Father, gracious Lord,

Kind guardian of my days!
Thy mercies let my heart record

In songs of grateful praise.
2 In life's first dawn, my tender frame

Was thine indulgent care;
Long ere I could pronounce thy name,

Or breathe the infant prayer.
3 Yet I adore thee, gracious Lord!
For favors more divine ;

That I have known thy sacred word,

Where all thy glories shine.
4 When blest with that transporting view,

That Jesus died for me,
For this sweet hope, what praise is due,

O God of grace! to thee?
5 Now shall my joyful powers unitég

In more exalted lays,
Till I shall join the sons of light,
In everlasting praise.

L. M. 30.

Imploring divine Influence.
I MY God! whene'er my longing heart

Its grateful tribute would impart,
In vain my boldest thoughts arise,

I sink to earth, and lose the skies.
2 Thy name inspires the harps above,

With harmony, and praise, and love;
That grace, which tunes th' immortal stringer

Looks kindly down on mortal things. 3 Oh ! let thy grace guide every song,

And fill my heart and tune my tongue;
Then shall the strain harmonious flow,
And heaven's sweet work begin below.

C. M.
Thanks for providential Favors.
I WHEN all thy mercies, O my God!

My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view, I'm lost

In wonder, love, and praise.
2 Unnumbered comforts, on my soul,

Thy tender care bestowed,
Before my infant heart conceived

From whom those comforts flowed. 3 When in the slippery paths of youth,

With heedless steps, I ran,
Thine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe,

And led me up to man.
4 Ten thousand thousand precious gifta

My daily thanks employ;


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