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He safely leads my soul along,
HYMN 9. Elevens.
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.
The holiness of God. Isa. vi. 3. TTOLY and rev'rend is the name
1 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.
Pay, O my soul, to God;
To his sublime abode.
Whom words nor thoughts can reach ;
A broken heart shall please him more
Than the best forms of speech.
From all pollution free ;
HYMN 11. L. M.
God exalted above all Praise. LTERNAL Pow'r! whose high abode
A Becomes the grandeur of a God; Infinite length, beyond the bounds, Where Stars revolve their little rounds. 2. The lowest sto 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 tu 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.
Around thy condescending God!
Attend, and sound them all abroad.
“ Down to the earth my footsteps bend : " My heart the tend'rest pity knows, 6. 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 ; 66 To millions, throunnumber'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 ;
HYMN 13. L. M.
bility of God. Psa. cii. 25- 28. SYREAT Former of this various frame, UT Our souls adore thine awful nanie ; And bow and tremble, while they praise The Ancient of eternal days.
Thou Lord, with unsurpris'd survey,
HYMN 14. L. M.
Psalm cvii. 31.
The various wonders of the Lord ; And let his pow'r and goodness sound Thro' all your tribes the earth around. 2 Let the high heav'ns your songs invite; Those spacious fields of brilliant light; Where sun and moon, and planets roll, And stars that shine from pole to pole.