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2 In blessing thee with grateful songs,
My happy life shall glide away;
Hourly with lifted hands I'll pay. 3 Abundant sweetness while I sing,
Thy love my ravish'd soul o'erflows,
Of glory that no period knows. 4 Thy name, O Lord upon my bed
Dwells on my lips and fires my thoughts, With trembling awe in midnight shade
I muse on all thy hands have wrought. In all I do I feel thine aid,
Therefore thy greatness will I sing, O God who bidst my heart be glad
Beneath the shadow of thy wing. 6 My soul draws nigh and cleaves to thee;
Then let or earth or hell assail,
For whom thou sav'st he ne'er shall fail.
Hymn 15. L. M.
Unceasing Praise. 1 God of my life, through all its days My grateful tongue shall sound thy praise;
The song shall wake with dawning light,
And warble to the silent night. 2 When anxious care would break my rest,
And grief would tear my throbing breast; Thy tuneful prajses, rais’d on high,
Shall check the murmur and the sigh. 3 When death o'er nature shall prevail,
And all the powers of language fail ;
4 But when the final conflict's o'er,
My spirit chain'd to flesh no more,
To join the music of the skies !
Which echo through the heavenly plains ;
The glowing seraph's round thy throne, 6 This cheerful tribute will I give,
Long as a deathless soul can live ;
Hymn 16. L. M.
Praise to God.
Becomes the grandeur of a God:
Where stars revolve their little rounds. 2 Thee, while the first archangel sings,
He bides his face behind his wings,
Fall worshipping, and spread the ground. 3 Lord, what shall earth and ashes do!
We would adore our Maker too :
The Great, the Holy, and the High!
And worms have learnt to lisp thy name :
Leave all our soaring thoughts behind. 3 God is in heaven, and men below,
Be short our tunes, our words be few
Hymn 17. S. M.
Humble Praise. 3 ALMIGHTY Maker, God,
How wond'rous is thy name!
Throughout creation's frame.
Her humble homage pays,
Thy goodness and thy praise, 3 In native white and red,
The rose and lily stand,
To show thy skilful hand. 4
The lark mounts up on high
With unambitious song,
Upon her artless tongue.
To her Creator too;
And pay the worship due. 6 But pride, that busy sin,
Spoils all that I perform;
And swells a wretched worm.
Or all my worship’s vain;
Till it be form’d again.
The remnant of my days ; And to my God my soul ascend,
In sweet perfume of praise.
Hymn 18. 7's
The Christian's Song,
While Jehovah's praise we sing ;
Be thy glorious name ador'd.
Sing the great Redeemer's love;
Hail, celestial goodness, hail !
Our humble hallelujah's hear,
When with saints we stand and sing. 4 Lead us to that blissful state,
Where thou reign'st supremely great!
Send the Holy Spirit down.
Guide our footsteps in thy ways
And thy glorious greatness see. 6 Then with angels we'll again
Wake a louder, louder strain;
We'll our grateful voices raise.
There all shall join sweet harmony's
Lord thy mercies never fail,
Hymn 19. 7's.
Praise to the Redeemer. 1 Come, and let us sweetly join,
Christ to praise in hymns divine,
Glory to our common Lord;
Sing as in the ancient days,
Celebrate redeeming love.
Let the purer flame revive,
Dying champions for their God. 4 We like them may live and love,
Calld we are their joys to prove ;
Partners of like precious faith." 5 Sing we then in Jesus' name,
Now as yesterday the same,
Full for all of truth and grace.
Lights in a benighted land :
We are Jesus's witnesses.
We with him are crucify'd:
We his quick’ning Spirit breathe. 8 Christ is now gone up on high ;
(Thither all our wishes fly :)