Gloucester-p. 156.] THIRD PART. SAVIOUR, we now rejoice in hope, And save thy servants to the end. 692 Antigua-p. 81.] I OD is a name my soul adores, L. M. One, Nature and grace, with all their powers, 2 Thy voice produced the sea and spheres, Through all these spacious works of thine. 3 Still restless nature dies and grows, From change to change the creatures run; Thy being no succession knows, And all thy vast designs are one. 4 A glance of thine runs through the globe, 5 How shall polluted mortals dare To sing thy glory or thy grace? Beneath thy feet we lie afar, And see but shadows of thy face. The garments he assumes 2 The thunders of his hand And where his love resolves to bless, And breaks their dark designs; My Father and my Friend? I love his name, I love his word; Join all my powers to praise the Lord! 694 Pilesgrove-p. 95.] L. M. The carthly and the heavenly Sabbath. LORD of the sabbath, hes thy On this thy day, in this thy house; And own, as grateful sacrifice, The songs which from thy servants rise. 695 Lancaster-p. 86.] The same Subject. AGAIN our weekly labours end, L. M. And we the sabbath's call attend; Improve, our souls, the sacred rest, And seek to be for ever blest. 2 This day let our devotions rise To heaven, a grateful sacrifice: And God that peace divine bestow, Which none but they who feel it know. 3 This holy calm within the breast Prepares for that eternal rest, Which for the sons of God remains; The end of cares, the end cf pains. 4 In holy duties let the day How sweet the sabbath thus to spend, In hope of that which ne'er shall end! 696 Neginoth-p. 171.] 1st P. M. 6 lines 8s The Goodness of God acknowledged. F AR as creation's bounds extend, Thy mercies, heavenly Lord, descend; To thee thy various works shall raise; And bid the world's wide realms admire Whose throne all nature's wreck survives, 4 Who ask thine aid with heart sincere, ! 697 Park-street-p. 97.] The Condescension of God. ETERNAL depth of love divine, L. M. In Jesus, God with us, display'd; How bright thy beaming glories shine! 2 With whom dost thou delight to dwell? Sinners, a vile and thankless race; O God, what tongue aright can tell How vast thy love, how great thy grace? 3 The dictates of thy sovereign will With joy our grateful hearts receive : All thy delight in us fulfil; Lo! all we are to thee we give. 4 To thy sure love, thy tender care, Our flesh, soul, spirit, we resign; O fix thy sacred presence there, And seal th' abode for ever thine. 5 O King of glory, thy rich grace Our feeble thought surpasses far; Yea, e'en our crimes, though numberless, Less numerous than thy mercies are. 6 Still, Lord, thy saving health display, And arm our souls with heavenly zeal; So fearless shall we urge our way Through all the powers of earth and hell |