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2. Knowledge, alas ! 'tis all in vain,

And all in vain our fear :
Our stubborn sins will fight and reign,

If love be absent there.
3. Tis love that makes our cheerful feet

In swift obedience move.
The devils know, and tremble too;

But devils do not love.
4. This is the grace, that lives and sings,

When faith and hope shall cease.
'Tis this shall strike our joyful strings
In the sweet realms of bliss.

HYMN 814. P. M.'
"HOU hidden love of God, whose height,

Whose depth unfathom'd no man knows : I see from far thy beauteous light,

I only sigh for thy repose; My heart is paiu’d, nor can it be

At rest, till it finds rest in thee, 9. Is there a thing beneath the sun,

That strives with thee my heart to share? Ah! tear it thence, and reign alone,

The Lord of ev'ry motion there. Then shall my heart from earth be free,

When it hath found repose in thee. 3. Each moment draw from earth away

My heart, that lowly waits thy call. Speak to my inmost soul, and say:

“I am thy love, thy God, thy all !" To feel thy pow'r, to hear thy voice, To taste thy love, be all my choice.

HYMN 315. P. M.
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PARENT of good, thy

works of might
I trace with wonder and delight;
Thy name is all divine.
There's nought in earth or sea or air,
Or heav'n itself, that's good or fair,
But what is wholly thine.

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2. Immensely high thy glories rise ;
They strike my soul with sweet surprise,

And sacred pleasure yield:
An ocean wide without a bound,
Where ev'ry noble wish is drown'd,

And ev'ry want is fill'd.
3. To thee my warm affections muve,
In sweet astonishment and love,

While at thy feet I fall;
I pant for nought beneath the skies;
To thee my ardent wishes rise,

O my eternal All!
4. What shall I do to spread thy praise,
My God! through my remaining days,

Or how thy name adore?
To thee I consecrate my breath ;
Let me be thine in life and death,
And thine for evermore.

HYMN 316L. M.
REAT God! our joyful thanks to thee**

Shall, like thy gifts, continual be:
In constant streams thy bounty flows,

Nor end nor interruption knows. 2. From thee our comforts all arise,

Our num’rous wants thy hand supplies;
Ncr can we ever, Lord, be poor,

Who live on thy exhaustless store.
3. Deep, Lord, upon our thankful breast

Let all thy favours be impresť ;
That we may never more forget

The whole or any single debt.
4. May we with grateful hearts each day

For all thy gifts our praises pay; :
And still delighted may we be,
In all things to give thanks to thee.

HYMN 317 Î. M.
OD of my life, through all its days

My grateful pow'rs shall sound thy praise;
The song shall wake with op'ning light,
And cheer the dark and silent night.

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2. When anxious cares would break my rest,

And griefs would rend my throbbing breast,
Thy tuneful praises rais’d on high

Shall check the murmur and the sigh. 3. When death o'er nature shall prevail,

And all its pow’rs of language fail;
Joy through my swimming eyes shall break

And mean the thanks I cannot speak. 4. But 0 when that last conflict's o'er,

And I am chain'd to earth 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 o'er the heav'nly plains ;
And emulate with joy unknown,
The glowing seraphs iound thy throne.

HYMN 318. s. M. 1. My Father! cheering name!

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Give me with humble hope to claim

A portion so divine.
2. This can my fears control,

And bid my sorrows fly:
What real harm can reach my soul

Beneath my Father's eye? 3. Whate'er thy will denies,

I calmly would resign;
For thou art just, and good, and wise :

O bend my will to thine! 4. Whate'er thy will ordains,

O give me strength to bear: Still let me know,

a Father reigus,
And trust a Father's care.
5. If anguish rend this frame,

And life almost depart:
Is not thy mercy still the same,

To cheer my drooping heart? 6, Thy ways are little known

To my weak erring sight;

Yet shall my soul, believing, own,

That all thy ways are right. 7. My Father! blissful name!

Beyond expression dear:
If thou admit my humble claim,
I bid adieu to fear.

HYMN 319. c. M.. 1.0

Lord ! my best desires fulfil,

And help me to resign
Life, health, and comfort to thy will,

And make thy pleasure mine.
2. Why should I shrink at thy command,

Whose love forbids my fears? Or tremble at thy gracious hand,

That wipes away my tears ? 3. No; let me rather freely yield

What most I prize to thee, Who never hast a good withheld,

Or wilt withhold from me. 4. Wisdom and mercy guide my way;

Shall I resist them both ? Short-sighted creature of a day,

And crush'd before the moth!
5. But ah ! my heart within me cries,

Still bind me to thy sway;
Else the next cloud, that veils the skies,
Drives all these thoughts away.

HYMN 320. G. M. 1.

WHEN present sufforings pain my heart, And life and hope almost depart

From these dejected eyes: 2. Thy pow'rful word supports my hope,

Sweet cordial of the mind! And bears my fainting spirit up,

And bids me wait resign'd. 3. And oh ! whate'er of earthly bliss

Thy providence denies,

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Accepted at thy throne of grace

Let this petition rise:
1. Give me a calm, a thankful heart,

From ev'ry murmur free;
The blessings of thy grace impart,

And let me live to thee.
5. Let the sweet hope, that I am thine,

My path of life attend;
Thy presence through my journey shine,
And crown my journey's end!

HYMN 321. L. M.
HY sinks my weak desponding mind?

Why heaves my heart the anxious sigh? Can soy'reign goodness be unkind ?

Am I not safe, if God be nigh? 2. He holds all nature in his hand;

That gracious hand, on which I live, Does life, and time, and death command,

And has immortal joys to give. 3. Infinite wisdom ! boundless pow'r!

Unchanging faithfulness and lore! Here let me trust, while I adore,

Nor from my refuge e'er remove. 4. Forgive my doubts, O gracious Lord !

And ease the sorrows of my breast ; Speak to my heart the healing word, That thou art mine,--and I am blest.

HYMN 322. L. M. 1. WHY is my heart with grief opprest?

Can all the pains I feel or fear Make thee, my soul, forget thy rest,

Forget that God, thy God is near 2. Mortality's unnumber'd ills

Are all beneath his sov’reign hand; Each pain which this frail body feels,

Attends, obedient, his command. 3. Lord, forra my temper to thy will! If thou my faith and patience prove,

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