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"Mercy and justice are the names,
By which I will be known.

2 "Ye dying souls, that sit
In darkness and distress!
Look from the borders of the pit,
To my recovering grace."
3 Sinners shall hear the sound;

Their thankful tongues shall own,Our righteousness and strength is found In thee, the Lord, alone.

4 In thee shall Israel trust,

And see their guilt forgiven:
God will pronounce the sinners just,
And take the saints to heaven.

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Almighty Power and Majesty of God. 1 THE Lord, our God, is full of might, The winds obey his will;

He speaks, and, in his heavenly height,
The rolling sun stands still.

2 Rebel, ye waves! and o'er the land
With threatening aspect roar;
The Lord uplifts his awful hand,
And chains you to the shore.

3 Howl, winds of night! your force combine; Without his high behest,

Ye shall not, in the mountain-pine;
Disturb the sparrow's nest.

4 His voice sublime is heard afar,
In distant peals it dies;

He yokes the whirlwind to his car;
And sweeps the howling skies.

5 Ye nations! bend-in reverence bend;
Ye monarchs! wait his nod,
And bid the choral song ascend
To celebrate your God.

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God, holy, just, and sovereign.

1 HOW should the sons of Adam's race Be pure before their God?

If he contend in righteousness,

We fall beneath his rod. 2 Strong is his arm, his heart is wise

; What vain presumers dare, Against their Maker's hand to rise,

Or tempt th' unequal war ?
3 Mountains, by his almighty wrath,

From their old seats are torn;
He shakes the earth, from south to north,

And all her pillars mourn.
4 He bids the sun forbear to rise

Th' obedient sun forbears:
His hand with sackcloth spreads the skies,

And seals up all the stars.
5 He walks upon the stormy sea,

Flies on the stormy wind:
There's none can trace his wondrous way,

Or his dark footsteps find.

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53. The divine Purpose and Providence.
1 GOD moves in a mysterious way,

His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea,

And rides upon the storm. 2 Deep, in unfathomable mines

Of never-failing skill,
He treasures up his bright designs,

And works his sovereign will.
3 Ye fearful saints ! fresh courage take;

The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break

In blessings on your head.
4 Judge not the Lord by feeble senso,

But trust him for his grace ;
Behind a frowning providence,

He hides a smiling face.
5 His purposes will ripen fast,

Unfolding every hour ;
The bud may have a bitter taste,

But sweet will be the flower.

6 Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan his work in vain:
God is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain.


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Love of God.

1 COME, ye that know and fear the Lord! And raise your soul above;

Let every heart and voice accord,
To sing that God is love.

2 This precious truth his word declares,
And all his mercies prove;
While Christ, th' atoning Lamb, appears,
To show that-God is love.

3 Behold his loving-kindness waits, For those who from him rove,

And calls of mercy reach their hearts,
To teach them-God is love.

4 The work begun is carried on,

By power from heaven above;
And every step, from first to last,
Proclaims that God is love.

5 Oh! may we all, while here below,
This best of blessings prove;
Till warmer hearts, in brighter worlds,
Shall shout that-God is love.

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The Sovereignty of God.

1 THY way, O God! is in the sea; Thy paths I cannot trace,

Nor comprehend the mystery
Of thine unbounded grace.

2 Here the dark veils of flesh and sense
My captive soul surround;
Mysterious deeps of providence
My inward thoughts confound.

3 As, through a glass, I dimly see
The wonders of thy love,
How little do I know of thee,
Or of the joys above!

i 4 Though but in part I know thy will,

I bless thee for the sight:
When will thy love the whole reveal

In glory's clearer light?
5 In rapture shall I then survey

Thy providence and grace;
And spend an everlasting day
In wonder, love, and praise.

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Universal Praise to God. 1 SONGS of praise the angels sang,

Heaven with hallelujahs rang,
When Jehovah's work begun,-

When he spake, and it was done. 2 Songs of praise awoke the morn,

When the Prince of peace was born;
Songs of praise arose, when he

Captive led captivity.
3 Heaven and earth must pass away,

Songs of praise shall crown that day:
God will make new heavens and earth,

Songs of praise shall hail their birth. 4 And shall man alone be dumb,

Till that glorious morning come?
No!-the church delights to raise

Psalms, and hymns, and songs of praise. 5 Saints below, with heart and voice,

Still in songs of praise rejoice,
Learning here, by faith and love,

Songs of praise to sing above.
6 Borne upon their latest breath,

Songs of praise shall conquer death;
Then, amid eternal joy,
Songs of praise their powers employ.

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A faithful God. 1 BEGIN, my tongue! some heavenly themes

And speak some boundless thing,
The mighty works, or mightier name

or our eternal King.

2 Ten of his wondrous faithfulness,

And sound his power abroad;
Sing the sweet promise of his grace,

And the performing God.
3 Proclaim--- Salvation from the Lord,

For wretched, dying men;"
His hand has writ the sacred word,

With an immortal pen.
4 Engraved as in eternal brass,

The mighty promise shines,
Nor can the powers of darkness raze,

Those everlasting lines.
5 His word of grace is sure and strong,

As that which built the skies:
The voice that rolls the stars along

Speaks all the promises.
6 Oh! might I hear thy heavenly tongue

But whisper,-- Thou art mine;"! Those gentle words should raise my songs To notes almost divine.

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I SWELL the anthem, raise the song i

Praises to our God belong :
Saints and angels ! join to sing

Praises to the heavenly King. 2 Blessings from his liberal hand

Flow around this happy land :
Guarded by his watchful eye,

Peace and freedom we enjoy.
3 Here, beneath a virtuous sway,

May we cheerfully obey,
Never feel oppression's rod.

Ever own and worship God.
4 Hark! the voice of nature sings

Prajses to the King of kings;
Let us join the choral song,
And the grateful notes prolong.

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Endless Praise. 1 YES–I will bless thee, O my God! Through all my mortal days,

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