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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.

L. M. Duke Street. Dupstan. 32

Condescension of God.
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 : mf Then shall our grateful voice declare,

How free thy tender mercies are.

H. M. Harwich. Darwell'a. 33

Faithfulness of God.
THE promises I sing,

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

His words of grace revoke:
They stand secure Not Zion's hill
And steadfast still; Abides so sure
2 The mountains melt awav,

When once the Judge appears;
And sun and moon decay,

That measure mortal years;
But still the same, The promise shines
In radiant lines Through all the flame.

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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C. M.

Westmoreland,
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 shalí endure.
6s & 43.

Italian Hymn. 35

The Trinity.
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 stayedmp 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 THRBE,

The highest praises be,

Hence evermore!

Thy sovereign majesty
May we in glory see,
And to eternity
Love and adore !

C. M. St. Martin's. Medford. 36

Praise to the Trinity.
FATHER of glory! to thy name

Immortal praise we give,
Who dost an act of grace proclaim,

And bid us rebels live.
2 Immortal honor to the Son,

Who makes thine arrger cease,
Our lives he ransomed with his own,

And died to make our peace.
3 To thy almighty Spirit be

Immortal glory given;
Whose influence brings us near to thee,

And trains us up for heaven.
4 Let men, with their united voice,

Adore th' eternal God,
f And spread his honors—and their joys,

Through nations far abroad.
5 Let faith,and love, and duty join

One general song to raise ;
Let saints, in earth and heaven, combine

In harmony and praise. 37

L. M. Monmouth. Dresden. FATHER of heaven! whose love profound

A ransoni for our souls hath found,
P Before thy throne we sinners bend;

To us thy pardoning love e tend.
2 Almighty Son! incarnate Word!

Our Prophet, Priest, Redeemer, Lord !
P

Before thy throne we sinners bend;
To us thy saving grace extend.
3 Eternal Spirit ! by whose breath

The soul is raised from sin and death,
P Before thy throne we sinners bend;

To us thy quickening power extend. mf 4 Jehovah ! Father, Spirit, Son !

Mysterious Godhead! Three in One!
P

Before thy throne we sinners bend;
Grace, pardon, life, to us extend !

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L. M. Hamburg. Medway. 38

Incomprehensibleness of God.
WHAT finite power, with ceaseless toil,

Can fathom the eternal mind?
Or who th' almighty Three in One,

By searching to perfection find?
2 Angels and men in vain may raise,

Harmonious, their adoring songs;
Their laboring thoughts sink down oppressed,

And praises die upon their tongues. р

3 Yet would I lift my trembling voice,

A portion of his ways to sing ;
And, mingling with his meanest works,

My humble, grateful tribute bring. 39

C. M. Spencer. Dundee.
HOW wondrous great-how glorious bright

Mus: our Creator be!
Who dwells amidst the dazzling light

Of an eternal day!
2 Our soaring spirits upwards rise

Toward his celestial throne;
Fain would we see the blessed Three,

And the almighty One.
3 Our reason stretches all its wings,

And mounts above the skies:
But still how far beneath thy feet

Our grovelling reason lies!
mp 4 Lord, here we bend our humble souls,

And awfully adore ;
Thy power we feel-thy glory see,

Thy mercy we implore.
5 With humble notes we raise the song

To heaven's almighty King,
f While angels tune their nobler powers,
And sweep th' immortal string.

L. M. Old Hundred. Duke Street 40

Majesty and Dominion of God.
COME, O my soul, in sacred lays,
Attempt thy great Creator's praise :
But, oh, what tongue can speak his fame!
What mortal verse can reach the theme !

2 Enthroned amid the radiant spheres,
He glory like a garment wears ;
To form a robe of light divine,
Ten thousand suns around him shine.
3 In all our Maker's grand designs,
Omnipotence, with wisdom, shines,
His works, through all this wondrous frame,

Declare the glory of his name.
f 4 Raised on devotion's lofty wing,

Do thou, my soul, his glories sing;
And let his praise employ thy tongue,

Till listening worlds shall join the song! 41

L. M. Winchester. Rotterdam
THE Lord, the God of glory, reigns,

In robes of majesty arrayed;
His rule Oinnipotence sustains,

And guides the worlds his hands have made 2 Ere rolling worlds began to move,

Or ere the heavens were spread abroad,
Thy awful throne was fixed above;

From everlasting thou art God.
3 The swelling floods tumultuous rise,

Aloud the angry tempests roar;
Lift their proud billows to the skies,

And foam, and lash the trembling shore.
4 The Lord, the mighty God, on high,

Controls the fiercely raging seas;
He speaks—and noise and tempest fly,

The waves sink down in gentle peace.
5 Thy sovereign laws are ever sure,

Eternal holiness is thine ;
And, Lord, thy people shall be pure,
And in thy blest resemblance shine.

L. M. Ralston. Sunderland, 42

Men not comparable to God.
SHALL the vile race of flesh and blood
Contend with their Creator, God?
Shall mortal worms presume to be
More holy, wise, or just, than he?
2 Behold, he puts his trust in none
Of all the spirits round his throne :
Their natures, when compared with his,
Are neither holy, just, nor wise.

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