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3. “So,” saith the God of grace,
My gospel shall descend,
“ Millions of souls
HYMN 188. S. M. 1. TO God, the only wise,
Our Saviour and our King, Let all the saints below the skies
Their humble praises bring. 2. 'Tis his almighty love,
His counsel and his care, Preserves us safe from sin and death,
And ev'ry hurtful snare. 3. He will present our souls
Unblemish'd and complete, Before the glory of his face,
With joys divinely great. 4. Then all his faithful sons
Shall meet around the throne, Shall bless the conduct of his grace,
And make his wonders known. 5. To our Redeemer, God,
Wisdoin and pow'r belongs,
HYMN 189. c. M.
And blessings of thy throne !
How negligent my fear!
3. Great God! thy gracious aid impart,
To give thy word success.
That I may learn thy grace. 4. Shew my forgetful feet the way
That leads to joys on high. There knowledge grows without decay And love shall never die.
HYMN 190. C. M. 1. FOR ever blessed be the Lord,
My Saviour and my shield!
To arm me for the field.
He makes my soul his care;
And guards me thro' the war. 3. A friend and helper so divine
My fainting hope shall raise.
HYMN 191 C. M.
a Wilt thou not grant me warmer zeal,
To run the heav'nly road? 2. I need the influence of thy grace,
To speed me in thy way ; Lest I should loiter in my race,
Or turn my feet astray. 3. Does not my heart thy precepts love,
And long to see thy face?
Without enliv’ning grace!
And ne'er forget thy word, When I have felt its quick’ning pow'r,
To draw me near the Lord.
HYMN 192. P. M.
Enliv’ning, consecrating fire,
Our dull, our frozen hearts inspire;
Come, condescending Spirit, come ! 2. In our cold breasts O strike a spark
Of that pure flame which seraphs feels
Or lie benumb’d and stupid still.
And make our hearts thy constant home, 3. Let pure devotion's fervours rise !
Let ev'ry pious passion glow!
Kindle in our cold hearts below.
HYMN 193 1. Gow, who is just and
kind, Will those who err instruct, And to the paths of righteousness
Their wand’ring steps conduct. 2. The humble soul he guides,
Teaches the meek his way;
Who him in truth obey. 3. Give me the tender heart,
That mixes fear with love,
Thy wisdom shall approve. 4. O ever keep my soul
Frɔm error, shame, and guilt: Nor suffer the fair hope to fail, Which on thy truth is built.
HYMN 194. L. M. 1. PRAISE to the Lord of boundless might,
With uncreated glories bright!
His presence gilds the worlds above,
Th’unchanging source of life and love. 2.“ Let there be light,” Jehovah said;
And light o’er all the earth was spread.
Gay with its new-born lustre, shone. 3. He sees the mind, when lost it lies
In shades of ignorance and vice;
And changes midnight into day.
On this benighted heart of mine;
As in the Saviour's face beheld.
In radiant lines shall stand confess'd;
HYMN 195. L. M.
'Tis he sustains my fainting heart; Else would my hope for ever die,
And ev'ry cheering ray depart. 2. When some kind promise glads my soul,
Do I not find his healing voice The tempest of my fears control,
And bid my drooping pow'rs rejoice ? 3. What less than thine almighty word
Can raise my heart from earth and dust, And bid me cleave to thee, my Lord,
My life, my treasure, and my trust? 4. And when my cheerful hope can say,
“ I love my God and taste his grace;" Lord, is it not thy blissful ray,
Which brings this dawn of sacred peace? 5. Let thy kind Spirit in my heart
For ever dwell, O God of love ;
Sweet earnest of the joys above.
HYMN 196. 1. M. 1. A MIDST a world of hopes and fears,
A world of cares, and toils, and tears, Where foes alarm, and dangers threat,
And pleasures kill, and glories cheat : 2. Send down, O Lord ! a heav'nly ray
To guide me in the doubtful way;
To guard me in the dang’rvas hour. 3. Teach me the flatt ring paths to shun,
In which the thoughtless many run,
And grasp their ruin in their bliss.
Allure my wand’ring soul aside ;
HYMN 197. L. M. 1.
way s That, to my life's remotest day, By thy unerring precepts led,
My feet thy heav'nly paths may tread. 2. Inform’d by thee, with sacred awe
My heart shall meditate thy law;
To thee a pure obedience yield.
Thy will, my glory and delight;
To me thy quick’ning strength supply s
HYMN 198. c. M.
To keep his statutes still !
To know and do his will !