HYMN 7. L. M.

The unsearchable Wisdom of God.

WAIT, O my soul, thy Maker's will!

Tumultuous passions, all be still!

Nor let a murm'ring thought arise,
His ways are just, his counsels wise.
2. He in the thickest darkness dwells,
Performs his work, the cause conceals;
But tho' his methods are unknown,
Judgment and truth support his throne.
3 In heav'n and earth and air and seas,
He executes his firm decrees;

And by his saints it stands confest,
That what he does is ever best.

4 Wait then, my soul, submissive wait,
Prostrate before his awful seat:
And 'midst the terrors of his rod,
Trust in a wise and gracious God.

HYMN 8. L. M.

The Loving-kindness of the Redeemer.
Isaiah Ixiii. 7.

WAKE, my soul, to joyful lays,

And sing the great Redeemer's praise;
He justly claims a song from me,
His loving-kindness, Oh, how free!

2 He saw me ruin'd in the fall,
Yet lov'd me notwithstanding all;
He sav'd me from my lost estate,
His loving-kindness, Oh, how great!
3 Tho' num'rous hosts of mighty foes,
Tho' earth and hell my way oppose,

He safely leads my soul along,

His loving kindness, Oh, how strong!
4 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!
5 Often I feel my sinful heart,
Prone from my Jesus to depart;
But tho' I have him oft forgot,
His loving-kindness changes not.
6 Soon shall I pass the gloomy vale,
Soon all my mortal pow'rs must fail;
Oh may my last expiring breath,
His loving kindness sing in death!
7 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.

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HYMN 9.

The mercy of God.

Elevens.

Psa. lxxxix. 1.

HY mercy, my God, is the theme of my song, The joy of my heart, and the boast of my tongue; Thy free grace alone, from the first to the last, Hath won my affections and bound my soul fast. 2 Without thy sweet mercy I could not live here, Sin soon would reduce me to utter despair; But, thro' thy free goodness, my spirits revive, And he that first made me, still keeps me alive.

S Thy mercy surpasses the sin of my heart, Which wonders to feel its own hardness depart; Dissolv'd by thy goodness, I fall to the ground, And weep to the praise of the mercy I've found.

4 The door of thy mercy stands open all day, To the needy and poor, who knock by the way; No sinner shall ever be empty sent back,

Who comes seeking mercy for Jesus' dear sake.

5 Thy mercy in Jesus exempts me from hell;
Its glories I'll sing, and its wonders I'll tell :
'Twas Jesus the friend when he hung on the tree,
Who open'd the channel of mercy for me.

6 Great Father of mercies, thy goodness I own,
And covenant love of thy crucify'd Son:
All praise to the Spirit, whose action divine,
Seals mercy and pardon and righteousness mine.
HYMN 10. C. M.

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The holiness of God. Isa. vi. 3.
OLY and rev'rend is the name

Of our eternal King ;

Thrice holy Lord, the angels cry,

Thrice holy let us sing.

2 Heav'n's brightest lamps with him compar'd
How mean they look, and dim!
The fairest angels have their spots,
When once compar'd with him.

3 Holy is he in all his works,
And truth is his delight;
But sinners and their wicked ways
Shall perish from his sight.

4 The deepest rev'rence of the mind,
Pay, O my soul, to God;

Lift, with thy hands, a holy heart
To his sublime abode.

5 With sacred awe pronounce his name,
Whom words nor thoughts can reach ;

A broken heart shall please him more
Than the best forms of speech.

6 Thou, holy God, preserve my soul
From all pollution free;

The pure in heart are thy delight,
And they thy face shall see.

HYMN 11. L. M.

God exalted above all Praise.

ETERNAL Pow'r ! whose high abode

Becomes the grandeur of a God;

Infinite length, beyond the bounds,
Where Stars revolve their little rounds.

2 The lowest stop beneath thy seat
Rises too high for Gabriel's feet;
In vain the tall Arch-angel tries

To reach the height with wond'ring eyes.

3 Lord, what shall earth and ashes do? We would adore our Maker too: From sin and dust to thee we cry, The Great, the Holy, and the High! 4 Earth from afar, has heard thy fame, And worms have learn'd to lisp thy name: But Oh, the glories of thy mind

Leave all our soaring thoughts behind.

5 God is in heav'n, but man below;
Be short our tunes, our words be few:
A sacred rev'rence checks our songs,
And praise sits silent on our tongues.

HYMN 12. As 113th Psa.

God's name proclaimed. Exodus xxxiv. 6—8. ATTEND, my soul, the voice divine,

And mark what beaming glories shine
Around thy condescending God!
To us, to us, he still proclaims
His awful, his endearing names;
Attend, and sound them all abroad.

2 "JEHOVAH I, the sov'reign LORD,
"The mighty GOD, by Heav'n ador'd,
"Down to the earth my footsteps bend :
"My heart the tend'rest pity knows,
"Goodness full-streaming wide o'erflows,
"And grace and truth shall never end.
3 " My patience long can crimes endure :
My pard'ning love is ever sure,

"When penitential sorrow mourns ; "To millions, thro' unnumber'd years, "New hope and new delight it bears;

"Yet wrath against the sinner burns.” 4 Make haste, my soul, the vision meet, All prostrate at thy sov'reign's feet,

And drink the tuneful accents in ; Speak on, my LORD, repeat the voice; Diffuse these heart-expanding joys,

Till Heav'n complete the rapt'rous scene.

HYMN 13. L. M.

The Mutability of the Creation, and the Immutability of God. Psa. cii. 25-28.

REAT Former of this various frame,
Our souls adore thine awful name;

And bow and tremble, while they praise
The Ancient of eternal days.