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HYMN 12.

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OD 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,
With never failing skill,

He treasures up his bright designs,
And works his gracious 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 sense,
But trust him for his grace:
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.

5 His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding ev'ry hour:

The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flow'r.

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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REDEMPTION.

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H, how shall fallen man
Be just before his God!
If he contend in righteousness,
We sink beneath his rod.

2 If he our ways should mark With strict inquiring eyes,

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Could we for one of thousand faults
A just excuse devise?

3 All-seeing, pow'rful God!

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Who can with thee contend?

Or who that tries th' unequal strife,
Shall prosper in the end? ·

4 The mountains, in thy wrath,

Their ancient seats forsake!

The trembling earth deserts her place,
Her rooted pillars shake!

5 Ah, how shall guilty man

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Contend with such a God?

None, none can meet him, and escape,
But through the Saviour's blood.

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HYMN 14.

JOB ix. 30-33.

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(L. M.)

HOUGH I should seek to wash me clean
In water of the driven snow,

My soul would yet its spot retain,

And sink in conscious guilt and wo:

2. The Spirit, in his pow'r divine,

Would cast my vaunting soul to earth,
Expose the foulness of its sin,

And show the vileness of its worth.

3 Ah, not like erring man is God,

That men to answer him should dare;
Condemn'd, and into silence aw'd,
They helpless stand before his bar.

4 There, must a Mediator plead,

Who, God and man, may both embrace;
With God, for man to intercede,
And offer man the purchas'd grace.

5 And lo! the Son of God is slain
To be this Mediator crown'd:

In Him, my soul, be cleans'd from stain,
In Him thy righteousness be found!

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ALL glorious God, what hymns of praise

Shall our transported voices raise!
What ardent love and zeal are due,
While heav'n stands open to our view!
2 Once we were fall'n, and O how low!
Just on the brink of endless wo;
When Jesus, from the realms above,
Borne on the wings of boundless love,
3 Scatter'd the shades of death and night,
And spread around his heavenly light!
By him what wondrous grace is shown
To souls impov'rish'd and undone !

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4 He shows, beyond these mortal shores,
A bright inheritance as ours;
Where saints in light our coming wait,
To share their holy, happy state!

HYMN 16.

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ALVATION! Oh! the joyful sound;

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Glad tidings to our ears;

A sov'reign balm for ev'ry wound,

A cordial for our fears..

2 Salvation! buried once in sin,
At hell's dark door we lay;
But now we rise by grace divine,
And see a heav'nly day.

3 Salvation! let the echo fly

The spacious earth around;
While all the armies of the sky
Conspire to raise the sound.

4 Salvation! O thou bleeding Lamb,
To Thee the praise belongs:
Our hearts shall kindle at thy name,
Thy name inspire our songs.

Chorus, for the end of each verse.

Glory, honour, praise, and pow'r,
Be unto the Lamb for ever!
Jesus Christ is our Redeemer!
Hallelujah, praise the Lord!

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HYMNS.

HYMN 17, 16/46. M.)

our Redeemer's glorious name Awake the sacred song!

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O may his love (immortal flame!)
Tune ev'ry heart and tongue.

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2 His love what mortal thought can reach!
What mortal tongue display!
Imagination's utmost stretch
In wonder dies away.

3 He left his radiant throne on high,
Left the bright realms of bliss,

And came to earth to bleed and die!
Was ever love like this?

4 Dear Lord, while we adoring pay
Our humble thanks to thee,
May ev'ry heart with rapture say,
"The Saviour died for me."

5 O may the sweet, the blissful theme,
Fill ev'ry heart and tongue;

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Till strangers love thy charming name,
And join the sacred song.

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HYMN 18.

AVIOUR, source of ev'ry blessing,
Tune my heart to grateful lays;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for ceaseless songs of praise.
Teach me some melodious measure,
Sung by raptur'd saints above;
Fill my soul with sacred pleasure
While I sing redeeming love.

3 Thou didst seek me when a stranger,
Wand'ring from the fold of God;
Thou, to save my soul from danger,
Didst redeem me with thy blood.

4 By thy hand restor❜d, defended,
Safe through life thus far I'm come;
Safe, O Lord, when life is ended,
Bring me to my heav'nly home.

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HYMN 19.

TITUS iii. 4—7.

Y grateful soul, for ever praise,
For ever love his name,

Who turn'd thee from the fatal paths
Of folly, sin and shame.

2 Vain ard presumptuous is the trust
Which in our works we place;
Salvation from a higher source

Flows to our fallen race.

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3 "Tis from the love of God through Christ,
That all our hopes begin;

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His mercy sav'd our souls from death,
And wash'd us from our sin.

4 His Spirit, through the Saviour shed,
His sacred fire imparts,

Removes our dross, and love divine
Enkindles in our hearts.

5 Thus rais'd from death, we live anew;
And justifi'd by grace,

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We hope in glory to appear,
And see our Father's face.

HYMN 20.

HOW helpless guilty nature lies,

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Unconscious of its load!

The heart unchang'd can never rise
To happiness and God.

2 The will perverse, the passions blind,
In paths of ruin stray:

Reason debas'd can never find

The safe, the narrow way.

3 Can aught beneath a pow'r divine
The stubborn will subdue?
'Tis thine, Almighty Saviour, thine
To form the heart anew:

4 'Tis thine the passions to recall,
And upwards bid them rise;
And make the scales of error fall
From reason's darken'd eyes:

(c. M.)