3 Word of mercy, giving Succor to the living,
Word of life, supplying Comfort to the dying!
O, that we discerning Its most holy learning,
Lord,may love and fear thee, Evermore be near thee!

A-men.

ARLINGTON. C. M.

T. A. Arne.

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2 The hand that gave it, still supplies
The gracious light and heat;
Its truths upon the nations rise,-
They rise, but never set.

3 Let everlasting thanks be thine,
For such a bright display,

As makes a world of darkness shine
With beams of heavenly day.

4 My soul rejoices to pursue
The steps of him I love,

Till glory breaks upon my view,
In brighter worlds above.

TO GOD OUR SAVIOUR.

I. Watts.

ST. ANN'S. C. M.

W. Croft.

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CONTINUED.

ST. ANN'S.

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2 He raised me from the deeps of sin,
The gates of gaping hell,

And fixed my standing more secure
Than 'twas before I fell.

3 The arms of everlasting love,
Beneath my soul he placed,
And on the Rock of ages set
My slippery footsteps fast.
4 The city of my blest abode

Is walled around with grace;
Salvation for a bulwark stands,
To shield the sacred place.

5 Arise, my soul, awake, my voice,
And tunes of pleasure sing;
Loud hallelujahs shall address
My Saviour and my King.

THE GLORY OF GOD'S GRACE.

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I. Watts.

ORATORY.

A-men.

C. M. D.

From" Oratory Hymns."

I FATHER, how wide thy glory shines!
How high thy wonders rise!

Known through the earth by thousand signs,
By thousand through the skies.

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Those mighty orbs proclaim thy power;
Their motions speak thy skill;
And on the wings of every hour
We read thy patience still.

2 But when we view thy strange design
To save rebellious worms,

Where vengeance and compassion join
In their divinest forms,-

Our thoughts are lost in reverent awe;
We love, and we adore:
The first archangel never saw
So much of God before.

3 Here the whole Deity is known;
Nor dares a creature guess
Which of the glories brightest shone,
The justice, or the grace.

O may I bear some humble part
In heaven's immortal song:

Wonder and joy shall tune my heart,
And love command my tongue.

A-men.

2 'Tis his almighty love,

His counsel and his care,

Preserves us safe from sin and death,
And every hurtful snare.

IO FOR a thousand tongues to sing

My great Redeemer's praise,

The glories of my God and King,
The triumphs of his grace!

2 My gracious Master and my God,
Assist me to proclaim,-

To spread through all the earth abroad,
The honors of thy name.

3 Jesus! the name that calms our fears,
That bids our sorrows cease;
'Tis music in the sinner's ears;
'Tis life, and health, and peace.

4 He breaks the power of reigning sin;
He sets the prisoner free;

His blood can make the foulest clean;

His blood availed for me.

It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear.

2 It makes the wounded spirit whole,
And calms the troubled breast;
'Tis manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary, rest.

3 By him, my prayers acceptance gain,
Although with sin defiled;

Satan accuses me in vain,

And I am owned a child.

4 Jesus! my Shepherd, Guardian, Friend,
My Prophet, Priest, and King;
My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End,
Accept the praise I bring.

5 Weak is the effort of my heart,

And cold my warmest thought;
But when I see thee as thou art,
I'll praise thee as I ought.

6 Till then I would thy love proclaim,
With every fleeting breath;

And may the music of thy name,
Refresh my soul in death.

A-men.