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3 'Tis he forgives thy sins-
'Tis he relieves thy pain-
'Tis he that heals thy sicknesses,
And gives thee strength again.
4 He crowns thy life with love,
When ransomed from the grave;
He, who redeemed my soul from hell,
Hath sovereign power to save.
5 He fills the poor with good;

He gives the sufferers rest:

The Lord hath judgments for the proud,
And justice for the oppressed.

6 His wondrous works and ways
He made by Moses known;

But sent the world his truth and grace
By his beloved Son.

7 O bless the Lord, my soul,
Let all within me join,

And aid my tongue to bless his name,
Whose favors are divine.

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SEVENTH PART. S. M. Dover.

O BLESS the Lord, my soul!
His grace to thee proclaim:
And all that is within me join
To bless his holy name.
2 O bless the Lord, my soul;
His mercies bear in mind;
Forget not all his benefits:

The Lord to thee is kind.

mp 3 He will not always chide;
He will with patience wait;
His wrath is ever slow to rise,
And ready to abate.

4 He pardons all thy sins,

Prolongs thy feeble breath;

He healeth thy infirmities,

And ransoms thee from death.

5 Then bless his holy name,

Whose grace hath made thee whole;

Whose loving kindness crowns thy days;

O bless the Lord, my soul!

103 EIGHTH PART. S. M. St. Thomas.

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MY soul, repeat his praise,

Whose mercies are so great;
Whose anger is so slow to rise,
So ready to abate.

2 His power subdues our sins,
And his forgiving love,

Far as the east is from the west,
Doth all our guilt remove.

3 High as the heavens are raised
Above the ground we tread,
So far the riches of his grace
Our highest thoughts exceed.

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NINTH PART. S. M. Bethany

THE pity of the Lord

To those that fear his name,
Is such as tender parents feel-
He knows our feeble frame.
2 He knows we are but dust,

Scattered with every breath;
His anger, like a rising wind,
Can send us swift to death.

3 Our days are as the grass,
Or like the morning flower!

When blasting winds sweep o'er the field,
It withers in an hour.

mf 4 But thy compassions, Lord,

To endless years endure;

And children's children ever find
Thy words of promise sure.

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TENTH PART. S. M. St. Thomas

THE Lord, the sovereign King,
Hath fixed his throne on high,

O'er all the heavenly world he rules,
And all beneath the sky.

2 Ye angels, great in might,

And swift to do his will,

Bless ye the Lord, whose voice ye hear,
Whose pleasure ye fulfil.

3 Ye heavenly hosts, who wait
The orders of your King,

Who guard his churches when they pray,
Oh join the praise we sing.

4 And while his wondrous works
Through his vast kingdom show

Their Maker's glory-thou, my soul,
Shalt sing his praises too.

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FIRST PART.

L. M.

Bath.

Praise to God the Creator.

MY soul, thy great Creator praise;

When clothed in his celestial rays,

He in full majesty appears,

And like a robe his glory wears.

2 How strange thy works! how great thy skill,
While every land thy riches fill:

Thy wisdom round the world we see-
This spacious earth is full of thee.

mp 3 How awful are thy glorious ways!
Thou, Lord, art dreadful in thy praise;
<Yet humble souls may seek thy face,
mf And tell their wants to sovereign grace.

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SECOND PART. L. M. Nazareth.

LONG as I live, all-bounteous Lord!
My song thy glories shall record;
Thy praise, my God, shall fill the strain,
While life or being shall remain.

2 Sweet are the thoughts which fill my breast,
When on thy various works they rest:

mf Gou, my Creator, lifts my voice:

In God, my Saviour, I rejoice!

3 Soon shall his arm his foes dismay, And sweep the guilty race away: And while his church his power adore, > The wicked sink to rise no more. mf 4 Then, O my soul, Jehovah bless, His providence and grace confess: f Let all his works their tribute raise, And triumph in Jehovah's praise.

104 THIRD PART. L. M.

Winchester.

GREAT is the Lord!-what tongue can frame

An honor equal to his name?

How awful are his glorious ways!
The Lord is dreadful in his praise!

2 The world's foundations by his hand
Were laid, and shall forever stand;
The swelling billows know their bound,
While to his praise they roll around.
3 Vast are thy works, almighty Lord'
All nature rests upon thy word;
And clouds, and storms, and fire obey
Thy wise and all-controlling sway
4 Thy glory, fearless of decline,
Thy glory, Lord, shall ever shine:
Thy praise shall still our breath employ,
Till we shall rise to endless joy.

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FIRST PART. C. M. Stephens.

Exhortation to Praise.

OH render thanks, and bless the Lord,

Invoke his sacred name;

Acquaint the nations with his deeds,
His matchless deeds proclaim.

2 Sing to his praise in lofty hymns,
His wondrous works rehearse;
Make them the theme of your discourse,
And subject of your verse.

3 Rejoice in his almighty name,
Alone to be adored;

And let their hearts o'erflow with joy,
Who humbly seek the Lord.

105 SECOND PART. C. M. Nottingham.

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The Faithfulness of God celebrated.

JEHOVAH is the Lord our God!
Then let his church adore:

His justice o'er the earth abroad
Shall all his judgments pour.

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2 Once his eternal oath he sware
To Abraham and his race;

And placed his laws and statutes there,
The types of richer grace.

3 His covenant, in his changeless mind,
Stands like himself secure;

His church, through every age, shall find
His word of promise sure.

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THIRD PART. C. M.

Marlow.

GIVE thanks to God-invoke his name,
And tell the world his grace;

Sound through the earth his deeds of fame,
That all may seek his face.

2 His covenant which he kept in mind,
For numerous ages past,
To numerous ages yet behind
In equal force shall last.

3 He swore to Abraham and his seed,
And made the blessing sure:
Gentiles the ancient promise read,
And find his truth endure.

f 4 Then let the world forbear its rage,
The church renounce her fear;
Israel shall live through every age,
And be th' Almighty's care.

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FIRST PART. L. M.

Danvers.

God praised for his Works of Goodness and Mercy.

mf OH render thanks to God above,

The fountain of eternal love;

Whose mercy firm, through ages past,
Has stood, and shall forever last.

2 Who can his mighty deeds express,
Not only vast-but numberless?
What mortal eloquence can raise
His tribute of immortal praise?
3 Extend to me that favor, Lord,
Thou to thy chosen dost afford;
When thou return'st to set them free,
af Let thy salvation visit me.

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