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1 YE humble souls, approach your God
With songs of sacred praise ;
For he is good-immensely good,
And kind are all his ways.

2 All nature owns his guardian care;
In him we live and move;
But nobler benefits declare
The wonders of his love.
3 He gave his well beloved Son,
To save our souls from sin;

"Tis here he makes his goodness known,
And proves it all divine.

4 To this sure refuge, Lord, we come,
And here our hope relies;

A safe defence-a peaceful home,
When storms of trouble rise.

5 Thine eye beholds, with kind regard,
The souls who trust in thee;
Their humble hope thou wilt reward
With bliss divinely free.

6 Great God, to thy almighty love
What honors shall we raise !
Not all the raptured songs above
Can render equal praise.

1 THY goodness, Lord, our souls confess;
Thy goodness we adore;

A spring, whose blessings never fail-
A sea without a shore!

2 Sun, moon, and stars, thy love declare
In every golden ray;

Love draws the curtains of the night,
And love brings back the day.

3 Thy bounty every season crowns,
With all the bliss it yields;

With joyful clusters loads the vines,
With strengthening grain, the fields.
4 But chiefly thy compassion, Lord,
Is in the gospel seen;

There, like a sun, thy mercy shines,
Without a cloud between.

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5 There pardon, peace, and holy joy,
Through Jesus' name are given;
He on the cross was lifted high,
That we might reign in heaven.

C. M.

Howard's. Brattle Street.

1 WHEN all thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,

Transported with the view, I'm lost
In wonder, love, and praise.

2 Unnumbered comforts to my soul
Thy tender care bestowed,
Before my infant heart conceived
From whom those comforts flowed.
3 When in the slippery paths of youth
With heedless steps I ran,
I

Thine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe,
And led me up to man.

4 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ;

Nor is the least a cheerful heart,
That tastes those gifts with joy.
5 Through every period of my life,
Thy goodness I'll pursue;

And after death, in distant worlds,
The glorious theme renew.

6 Through all eternity, to thee
A joyful song I'll raise:
But oh! eternity's too short
To utter all thy praise!

1 ETERNAL Power-almighty God!
Who can approach thy throne?
Accessless light is thine abode,
To angel eyes unknown.

2 Before the radiance of thine eye,
The heavens no longer shine;
And all the glories of the sky

Are but the shade of thine.

mp 3 Great God, and wilt thou condescend
To cast a look below?

To this vile world thy notice bend-
These seats of sin and wo?

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4 How strange! how wondrous is thy love!
With trembling we adore:

Not all th' exalted minds above
Its wonders can explore.

5 While golden harps and angel tongues
Resound immortal lays,

Great God, permit our humble songs
To rise and speak thy praise.

1 AMID the splendors of thy state,
O God, thy love appears,
Soft as the radiance of the moon
Among a thousand stars.

2 In all thy doctrines and commands,
Thy counsels and designs,

In every work thy hands have framed,
Thy love supremely shines.

3 Sinai, in clouds, and smoke, and fire,
Thunders thine awful name;
But Zion sings, in melting notes,
The honors of the Lamb.

f11 4 Angels and men, the news proclaim
Through earth and heaven above,
And all with holy transport sing
That God the Lord is love.

1 COME, ye that know and fear the Lord,
And lift your souls 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 And oh that you, whose hardened hearts
No fears of hell can move,

May hear the gospel's milder voice-
That tells you, God is love.

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

L. M.

Duke Street. Dunstan.

Condescension of God.

1 THUS saith the high and lofty One,
"I sit upon my holy throne;
My name is God-I dwell on high;
Dwell in my own eternity.

2 "But I descend to worlds below;
On earth I have a mansion too;
The humble spirit and contrite
Is an abode of my delight.

3 "The humble soul my words revive,
I bid the mourning sinner live;
Heal all the broken hearts I find,
And ease the sorrows of the mind."
mp 4 Lord, may thy pardoning grace be nigh,
Lest we should faint, despair, and die!
Then shall our grateful voice declare,
How free thy tender mercies are.

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Faithfulness of God.

1 THE promises I sing,

Harwich. Darwell's.

Which sovereign love hath spoke;
Nor will th' eternal King

His words of grace revoke:

They stand secure

And steadfast still;

Not Zion's hill

Abides so sure.

2 The mountains melt away,

When once the Judge appears;

And sun and moon decay,

That measure mortal years;

The promise shines

But still the same, Through all the flame.

In radiant lines

3 Their harmony shall sound

Through my attentive ears,
When thunders cleave the ground,
And dissipate the spheres;

'Midst all the shock

I stand serene,

Of that dread scene, Thy word my rock.

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1 FAITHFUL, O Lord, thy mercies are;
A Rock that cannot move:
A thousand promises declare
Thy constancy of love.

2 Throughout the universe it reigns,
It stands forever sure;

And while thy truth, O God, remains,
Thy goodness shall endure.

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The Trinity.

1 COME, thou almighty King,
Help us thy name to sing,
Help us to praise !
Father all glorious,
O'er all victorious,
Come and reign over us,
Ancient of Days.

2 Jesus, our Lord, arise,
Scatter our enemies,
Now make them fall!
Let thine almighty aid
Our sure defence be made,
Our souls on thee be stayed-
Lord, hear our call!

3 Come, thou, incarnate Word,
Gird on thy mighty sword;
Our prayer attend!

Come, and thy people bless,
Come, give thy word success;
Spirit of holiness,

On us descend!

4 Come, holy Comforter,
Thy sacred witness bear,
In this glad hour!

Thou, who almighty art;
Now rule in every heart,
And ne'er from us depart,
Spirit of power.

f 5 To thee, great ONE in THREE, The highest praises be,

Hence evermore!

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