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2 In blessing thee with grateful songs,

My happy life shall glide away;
The praise that to thy name belongs

Hourly with lifted hands I'll pay. 3 Abundant sweetness while I sing,

Thy love my ravish'd soul o'erflows,
Secure in thee, my God my King,

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,
Thy mighty hand shall set me free,

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 ;
Joy through my feeble eyes shall break,
And mean those thanks I cannot speak.

4 But when the final conflict's o'er,

My spirit chain'd to flesh no more,
With what glad accents shall I rise

To join the music of the skies !
5 Soon shall I learn th' exalted strains,

Which echo through the heavenly plains ;
And emulate with joy unknown,

The glowing seraph's round thy throne, 6 This cheerful tribute will I give,

Long as a deathless soul can live ;
A work so vast, a theme so high,
Demands a whole eternity.

Hymn 16. L. M.

Praise to God.
1 ETERNAL pow'r, whose high abode,

Becomes the grandeur of a God:
Infinite lengths beyond the bounds

Where stars revolve their little rounds. 2 Thee, while the first archangel sings,

He bides his face behind his wings,
And ranks of shining thrones around

Fall worshipping, and spread the ground. 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 learnt to lisp thy name :
But O, the glories of thy mind

Leave all our soaring thoughts behind. 3 God is in heaven, and men below,

Be short our tunes, our words be few
A sacred rev’rence checks our songs,
And praise sits silent on our tongues.

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Hymn 17. S. M.

Humble Praise. 3 ALMIGHTY Maker, God,

How wond'rous is thy name!
Thy glories how diffus'd abroad,

Throughout creation's frame.
Nature in every dress

Her humble homage pays,
And finds a thousand ways t'express

Thy goodness and thy praise, 3 In native white and red,

The rose and lily stand,
And free from pride their beauties spread,

To show thy skilful hand. 4

The lark mounts up on high

With unambitious song,
And bears her Maker's praise on high,

Upon her artless tongue.
My soul would rise and sing

To her Creator too;
Fain would my tongue adore my King

And pay the worship due. 6 But pride, that busy sin,

Spoils all that I perform;
Curs'd pride that creeps securely in,

And swells a wretched worm.
Create my soul anew,

Or all my worship’s vain;
This sinful heart will not be true,

Till it be form’d again.
8 In joy then let me spend

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,
1 Grateful notes and numbers bring,

While Jehovah's praise we sing ;
Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord,

Be thy glorious name ador'd.
2 Men on earth, and saints above,

Sing the great Redeemer's love;
Lord, thy mercies never fail;

Hail, celestial goodness, hail !
3 Though unworthy, Lord, thine ear

Our humble hallelujah's hear,
Purer praise we hope to bring,

When with saints we stand and sing. 4 Lead us to that blissful state,

Where thou reign'st supremely great!
Look with pity from thy throne,

Send the Holy Spirit down.
5 While on earth ordaind to stay,

Guide our footsteps in thy ways
Till we come to reign with thee,

And thy glorious greatness see. 6 Then with angels we'll again

Wake a louder, louder strain;
There in joyful songs of praise,

We'll our grateful voices raise.
7 There no tongue shall silent be,

There all shall join sweet harmony's
That tbro' heav'ns all spacious round

Thy praise, O God, may ever sound.

Lord thy mercies never fail,
Hail, celestial goodness, hail!

Hymn 19. 7's.

Praise to the Redeemer. 1 Come, and let us sweetly join,

Christ to praise in hymns divine,
Give we all with one accord,

Glory to our common Lord;
* Hands and hearts and voices raise,

Sing as in the ancient days,
Antedate the joys above,

Celebrate redeeming love.
3 Strive we, in affection, strive,

Let the purer flame revive,
Such as in the Martyrs glow'd,

Dying champions for their God. 4 We like them may live and love,

Calld we are their joys to prove ;
Sav'd with them from future wrath,

Partners of like precious faith." 5 Sing we then in Jesus' name,

Now as yesterday the same,
One in ev'ry age and place

Full for all of truth and grace.
6 We, for Christ, our master, stand,

Lights in a benighted land :
We our dying Lord confess ;

We are Jesus's witnesses.
7 Witnesses that Christ hath dy'd,

We with him are crucify'd:
Christ hath burst the bands of death,

We his quick’ning Spirit breathe. 8 Christ is now gone up on high ;

(Thither all our wishes fly :)
Šits at God's right hand above;
There with him we reign in love.

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