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570.

Thou art my portion, O my God!

Now I am taught thy way,
My heart makes haste t obey thy word;

It flies, without delay.
I choose the path of heav'nly truth,

And glory in my choice;
Not all the riches of the earth

Could make me so rejoice.
The testimonies of thy grace

I set before mine eyes;
Thence I derive my daily strength,

And there my comfort lies.
If once I wandered from thy path,

I think upon my ways;
Then turn my feet to thy command,

And trust thy pard’ning grace.
Now I am thine, for ever thine,

() save thy servant, Lord ! Thou art my shield and hiding-place,

My hope is in thy word.
Thou hast, O Lord, my heart inclin'd

Tobey thy heav'nly will;
And when this mortal life shall end

I'll sing thy praises stiil.

571.

Sing to the Lord Jehovah's name,

And in his strength rejoice; When his salvation is our theme,

Exalted be our voice.
With thanks approach, with great delight,

In psalms of honour sing,
The Lord's a God of boundless light,

The whole creation's King.
Let princes hear, let angels know,

How mean their natures seem ;
Those gods on high, and gods below,

When once compar'd with him. Earth with its caverns, dark and deep,

Lies in his spacious hand; He fix'd what bounds the seas should keep,

And where the hills must stand.
Come, and with humble souls adore,

Come, kneel before his face;
Then shall the creatures of his pow'r

Be children of his grace.

572. Hail, hail, reviving spring, Fair type of heav'n's eternal year!

While nature's works thy praises sing;
Lo, gratitude salutes thee here.
Swell, gently swell, the solemn song;
Now pour the bounding notes along;
Teach' choirs below to choirs above,
To echo back the common lay,
And, as they praise unbounded love,
To join in bounty's holiday.
To God, the universal King,
Be sacred, ev'ry grateful choir,
In endless hymns all praises sing
That endless bounty can inspire.

573. O THOU, to whom all creatures bow

Within this earthly frame,
Thro' all the world how great art thou!

How glorious is thy name!
In heav'n thy wond'rous acts are sung,

Nor fully reckond there;
And yet thou mak'st the infant tongue

Thy boundless praise declare. What's man, say I, that, Lord, thou lov'st

To keep him in thy mind : Or what's his offspring, that thou prov'st

To him so wond'rous kind ? To that great undivided Three, That God whom heav'n and earth adore,

As 'twas, and is, all glory be,
Till time itself shall be no more.

Hallelujah

574.

O LOVE divine, what hast thou done?
Draw near, my soul, behold and see
The Father's co-eternal Son,
Bearing our sins upon the tree!
Th' immortal God hath bled and dy'd !
The Lord of glory crucify'd !
Oh! may I sit. beneath his cross,
And wash in the all-healing stream:
All things for him I'd count but loss,
And give up all my heart to him;
Of nothing think or speak beside
The Lord of glory crucify'd.

575.

See how the winged seraphs fly!

Posting from heav'n above,
To welcome with triumphant songs

The new-rais'd God of love.
Death and the grave in vain combine

The Godhead to invade,
Which now, are captiv'd; death and hell

His vict'ry have display'd.

The night, with more than wonted hasté,

Flies joyfully away,
And all the messengers of light

Attend the welcome day.
Let ev'ry heart and ev'ry tongue
Now join in concert with our song,
And waft the happy news along;
New, boundless joys, and happiness,
Eternal mercy, love, and peace,
Have crown'd the world with endless bliss.

576.

The voice of my beloved sounds,
While o'er the mountain tops he bounds;
He flies' exulting o'er the hills,
And all my soul with transport fills:
Gently doth he chide my stay,
Rise, my love, and come away.
The voice of my beloved sounds,
While o'er the mountain tops he bounds,
He flies exulting o'er the hills,
And all my soul with transport fills.

577.
WHILE Theron sung the second birth,
The way to God, the Saviour's worth,
My soul in heav'nly liberty
With ardour panted to be free :

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