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3 Heav'n, earth, and sea, confess his hand,
He bids the vapors rise;

Lightning and storm, at his command,
Sweep through the sounding skies.

4 All pow'r that gods or kings have claim'd
Is found with him alone;

The heathen gods should ne'er be nam'd
Where our Jehovah's known.

ma 5 0 Zion! trust the living God,
Serve him with holy fear;

He makes thy courts his blest abode,
And claims thine honors there.

FIRST PART. C. M.-St. Ann's.'

136. Thanks to God for his works of creation, providence, and

redemption.

vi 1 GIVE thanks to God, the Sovereign Lord, His mercies still endure;

And be the King of kings ador'd:
His truth is ever sure.

2 What wonders hath his wisdom done!
How mighty is his hand!

Heav'n, earth, and sea he fram'd alone,
How wide is his command!

[3 He cleft the swelling sea in two:
His arm is great in might;

And gave the tribes a passage through:
His pow'r and grace unite.]

[4 Great monarchs fell beneath his hand,
Victorious is his sword;

While Israel took the promis'd land:
How faithful is his word!]

aff 5 He saw the nations dead in sin;
He felt his pity move:

How sad the state the world was in!
How boundless was his love!

6 He sent to save us from our wo,
His goodness never fails;

From death, and hell, and every foe,
And still his grace prevails.

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f 7 Give thanks to God, the heav'nly King, His mercies still endure;

Let all the earth his praises sing;

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His truth is ever sure.

SECOND PART. H. M.-Stafford. Bethesda.
Same subject.

vi 1 GIVE thanks to God most high,
The universal Lord,

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The Sovereign King of kings;
And be his name ador'd:
Thy mercy, Lord,

Shall still endure;

And ever sure
Abides thy word.

2 How mighty is his hand!

What wonders he hath done!
He form'd the earth and seas,
And spread the heav'ns alone:
His pow'r and grace
Are still the same;
And let his name
Have endless praise.

di 3 He saw the nations lie
All perishing in sin;
And pitied the sad state
The ruin'd world was in:
Thy mercy, Lord,

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Shall still endure;
And ever sure
Abides thy word.

di 4 He sent his only Son

To save us from our wo,
From Satan, sin, and death,
And ev'ry hurtful foe:
His pow'r and grace
Are still the same;
And let his name
Have endless praise.

f 5 Give thanks aloud to God,
To God the heav'nly King:
And let the spacious earth
His boundless glories sing:

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Thy mercy, Lord,
Shall still endure;
And ever sure
Abides thy word.

THIRD PART. L. M.-Park-street. Rothwell.
Same subject.

f1 GIVE to our God immortal praise,
Mercy and truth are all his ways;
Wonders of grace to God belong,
Repeat his mercies in your song.

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2 Give to the Lord of lords renown,
The King of kings with glory crown:
His mercies ever shall endure,

When lords and kings are known no more.

cr 3 He built the earth, he spread the sky,
And fix'd the starry gems on high:
Wonders of grace to God belong,
Repeat his mercies in your song.

4 He fills the sun with morning light,
And bids the moon direct the night:
His mercies ever shall endure,

When suns and moons shall shine no more.

di 5 He form'd our race of humble clay,
And bade us his command obey:
Wonders of grace to God belong,
Repeat his mercies in your song.

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aff 6 He saw us perishing in sin,
And felt his pity move within:
His mercies ever shall endure,
When death and sin shall reign no more.

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7 He sent his Son with power to save
From guilt and darkness and the grave:
Wonders of grace to God belong,
Repeat his mercies in your song.

8 Through this vain world he guides our feet,
And leads us to his heav'nly seat:

His mercies ever shall endure

When this vain world shall be no more.

136.

FOURTH PART. 7's.-German H. German Air.
Same subject.

vi 1 LET us with a joyful mind

Praise the Lord, for he is kind:
For his mercies shall endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

He hath form'd us by his word,
He is the creation's Lord:
For his mercies shall endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

He beheld, with pitying eye,
Sinful man condemn'd to die:
For his mercies shall endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

He his life a ransom gave,
Quick to love and strong to save:
For his mercies shall endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

He arose; he reigns on high:
Grave, where is thy victory?
For his mercies shall endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

He will lead his chosen race
Through the world's dark wilderness:
For his mercy shall endure,

Ever faithful, ever sure.

He will bring them, by his love,
To the courts of heav'n above:
For his mercies shall endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

Let us then with heart and voice
In Jehovah's name rejoice:

For his mercy shall endure,

Ever faithful, ever sure.

d 1 I LOVE thy kingdom, Lord,

The house of thine abode,

Anon.

The church our blest Redeemer sav'd
With his own precious blood,

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[2 I love thy church, O God,

Her walls before thee stand
Dear as the apple of thine eye,
And graven on thy hand.]

3 If e'er to bless thy sons

My voice or hands deny,

These hands let useful skill forsake,
This voice in silence die.

4 If e'er my heart forget

Her welfare or her wo;
Let every joy this heart forsake,
And every grief overflow.

5 For her my tears shall fall,

For her my prayers ascend;
To her my cares and toils be giv'n,
Till toils and cares shall end.

f 6 Beyond my highest joy,

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I prize her heav'nly ways;

Her sweet communion, solemn vows,
Her hymns of love and praise.

d 7 Jesus, thou friend divine,

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Our Saviour and our King;

Thy hand, from every snare and foe,
Shall great deliv'rance bring.

[8 Sure as thy truth shall last,
To Zion shall be giv'n,

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The brightest glories earth can yield,
And brighter bliss of heav'n.]

SECOND PART. L. M.-Repose. ex.
Israel exhorted to hail the Messiah.

Dwight.

p 1 WHY on the bending willows hung,
O Israel, sleeps thy tuneful lyre?
Why still refrain thy nobler tongue?
Can no high theme thy soul inspire?
f 2 Awake! thy sweetest raptures raise,
Let harp and voice unite their strains;
Thy promis'd King his sceptre sways;
Jesus thine own Messiah reigns!
dil13 No taunting foes the song require:

No strangers mock thy captive chain:
But friends provoke the silent lyre;
And brethren ask the holy strain.