That sav’d, we may thy goodness feel,

And all thy grace declare.
3. Thy goodness and thy truth, to me,

To ev'ry soul abound;
A vast unfathomable sea,

Where all our thoughts are drown'd. 4. Its streams the whole creation reach,

So plent'ous is the store ;
Enough for all, enough for each,

Enough for evermore.
5. Faithful, O Lord, thy mercies are,

A rock which cannot move;
A thousand promises declare

Thy constancy of love!
6. Throughout the universe it reigns

Unalterably sure ;
And while the truth of God remains,

His goodness must endure.

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Hymn 313. P, M.
'LL praise my Maker whilst I've breath,

Praise shall employ my nobler pow'rs: My days of praise shall ne'er be past, Whilst life, and thought, and being last,

Or immortality endures.
2. Happy the man whose hopes rely
On Israel's God who made the sky,

And earth, and seas, with all their train :
His truth for ever stands secure !
He saves th' oppress'd, he feeds the poor,

And none shall find his promise vain. 3. The Lord pours eye-sight on the blind ; The Lord supports the fainting mind :

He sends the lab'ring conscience peace ;

He helps the stranger in distress,
The widow and the fatherless,

And grants the pris’ner sweet release. 4. I'll praise him while he lends me breath, And when my voice is lost in death,

Praise shall employ my nobler pow’rs : My days of praise shall ne'r be past Whilst life, and thought, and being last,

Or immortality endures.

Hymn 314. L. M.
RAISE ye the Lord! 'tis good to raise

His nature and his works invite

To make this duty our delight. 2. He form’d the stars, those heav'nly flames;

He counts their numbers, calls their names
His wisdom's vast, and knows no bound,

A deep were all our thoughts are drown'd! 3. Sing to the Lord, exalt him high,

Wno spreads his clouds around the sky;
There he prepares the fruitful rain,

Nor lets the drops descend in vain. 4. He makes the grass the hills adorn;

He clothes the smiling fields with corn;
The beasts with food his hands supply,

And the young ravens when they cry. 5. What is the creature's skill or force,

The sprightly man or warlike horse?
The piercing wit, the active limb?

All are too mean detights for him. 6. But saints are lovely in his sight,

He views his children with delight!
He sees their hope, he knows their fear,
And looks, and loves his image there.

Hymn 315. c. M.
1. Y Saviour, my almighty friend,

When I
Where will the growing numbers end,

The numbers of thy grace? -2. Thou art my everlasting trust,

Thy goodness I adore ;
Send down thy grace,'O blessed Lord,

That I may love thee more.
-3. My feet shall travel all the length

Of the celestial road:
And march with courage in thy strength,

To see thee, O my God.
4. Awake, awake, my tuneful powrs,

With this delightful song.
And entertain the darkest hours,

Nor think the season long.

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Hymn 316. L.M.
THIS is the God whom we adore,

Our faithful unchangeable Friend ;
Whose love is as great as his pow'r,

And neither knows measure nor end. 3. 'Tis Jesus, the “First and the Last,"

Whose Spirit shall guide us safe home; We'll praise him for all that is past,

And trust him for all that's to come.

Hymn 317. P. M. 1. THOU God of my salvation,

My Redeemer from all sin, Mov'd to this by great compassion, Yearning bowels from within:

I will praise thee : Where shall I thy praise begin?

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2. Whilst the angel-choirs are crying:

“ Glory to the great I AM!" I with them would still be vying, Glory, glory to the Lamb!

O how precious Is the sound of Jesu's name! 3. Now I see, with joy and wonder,

Whence the healing streams arose; Angel-minds are lost to ponder Dyin love's mysterious cause :

Yet the blessing, Down to all, to me it flows. 4. Though unseen, I love the Saviour,

He almighty grace hath shown; Pardon’d guilt, and purchas'd favour! This he makes to mortals known :

Give him glory, Glory, glory is his own. 5. Angels now are hor'ring round us,

Unperceiv'd they mix the throng, Wond'ring at the love that crown'd us, Glad to join the holy song:

Hallelujah!
Love and praise to Christ belong..

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Hymn -318. P. M.
1. E boundless realms of joy,
Extol
your

Maker's fame!
His praise your song's employ,

Above the starry frame!
Your voices raise, ye Cherubim,

And Seraphim, to sing his praise. %. Thou moon that rul'st the night,

And sun that guid’st the day;
Ye glitt'ring stars of light,

To him your homage pay !

His praise declare, ye heav'ns above,

And clouds which move in liquid air.
3. Let earth her tribute give,

And magnify his name,
By whom all creatures live

His wondrous pow'r proclaim!
In this design, let youths with maids,

And hoary heads with children join.
4. His chosen saints to grace,

He sets them up on high;
And favours Israel's race,

Who still to him are nigh:
Ye, therefore, raise, your grateful voice,

And still rejoice, the Lord to praise.

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Hymn 319. c.m.
God my only happiness. Psal. lxxiii. 25.
1. Y God, my portion, and my love,

My everlasting all,
I've none but thee in heav'n above,

Or on this earthly ball.
2. What empty things are all the skies,

And this inferior clod!
There's nothing here deserves my joys,

There's nothing like my God.
3. In vain the bright, the burning sun

Scatters his feeble light; 'Tis thy sweet beam creates my noon;

If thou withdraw, 'tis night.
4. And whilst upon my restless be d

Among the shades I roll,
If my Redeemer shows his head,

Tis morning with my soul.
5. To thee we owe our wealth, and friends,

And health, and safe abode: