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Or form'd the varied face of earth,
From everlasting thou art God.
3 Great Father of eternity
How short are ages in thy sight!
A thousand years, how swift they fly,
Like one short silent watch of night!

4 Uncertain life, how soon it flies!
Dream of an hour! how short our bloom!

Like spring's gay verdure now we rise,
Cut down ere night to fill the tomb.
5 Teach us to count our short'ning days,
And with true diligence apply
Our hearts to wisdom's sacred ways,
That we may learn to live and die.

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HYMN 4. С. М.

The Infinite God.

NHY names, how infinite they be,
Great everlasting one'
Boundless thy might and majesty,
And unconfin'd thy throne!

2 Thy glories shine, of wond'rous size,
And wond'rous large thy grace ;
Immortal day breaks from thine eyes,
And Gabriel veils his face.

3 Thine essence is a vast abyss,
Which angels cannot sound,

An ocean of infinities,

Where all our thoughts are drown'd.

4 The myst'ries of creation lie
Beneath enlighten'd minds;
Thoughts can ascend above the sky,
And fly before the winds.

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5 Reason may grasp the massy hills,
And stretch from pole to pole;

But half thy name our spirit fills,
And overloads the soul.

6 In vain our haughty reason swells;

For nothing's found in thee But boundless inconceivables,

And vast eternity.

HYMN 5. С. М.

The Omnipresence and Omniscience of God.
Psalm cxxxix.

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ORD, thou with an unerring beam
Surveyest all my powers;
My rising steps are watch'd by thee,
By thee my resting hours.

2 My thoughts, scarce springing into birthy Great God, are known to thee;

Abroad, at home, still I'm inclos'd
With thine immensity.

3 To thee, the labyrinths of life
In open view appear;
Nor steals a whisper from my lips
Without thy list'ning ear.

4 Behind I glance, and thou art there;
Before me shines thy name;
And 'tis thy strong, almighty hand
Sustains my tender frame.

5 Such knowledge mocks the vain essays

Of my astonish'd mind;

Nor can my reason's soaring eye

Its towering summit find.

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HYMN 6. С. М.

God's Dominion and Decrees.

EEP silence, all created things,
And wait your Maker's nod;
My soul stands trembling, while she sings
The honors of her God.

2 Life, death, and hell, and worlds unknown,

Hang on his firm decree;

He sits on no precarious throne,

Nor borrows leave to be.

3 Chain'd to his throne a volume lies,
With all the fates of men,

With ev'ry angel's form and size,
Drawn by th' eternal pen.

4 His providence unfolds the book,
And makes his counsels shine;
Each op'ning leaf, and ev'ry stroke,
Fulfils some deep design.
5 Here, he exalts neglected worms,
To sceptres and a crown:
And there, the following page he turns,
And treads the monarch down.

6 Not Gabriel asks the reason why,
Nor God, the reason gives;
Nor dares the fav'rite angel pry
Between the folded leaves.

7 My God, I would not long to see
My fate with curious eyes,
What gloomy lines are writ for me,
Or what bright scenes may rise.
8 In thy fair book of life and grace,
Oh, may I find my name,
Recorded in some humble place,
Beneath my Lord, the Lamb..

HYMN 7. L. M.

The unsearchable Wisdom of God.
AIT, O my soul, thy Maker's will!
Tumultuous passions, all be still!

WAIT,

Nor let a murm'ring thought arise,
His ways are just, his counsels wise.
2. He in the thickest darkness dwells,
Performs his work, the cause conceals;
But tho' his methods are unknown,
Judgment and truth support his throne.
3 In heav'n and earth and air and seas,
He executes his firm decrees;
And by his saints it stands confest,
That what he does is ever best.

4 Wait then, my soul, submissive wait,
Prostrate before his awful seat:
And 'midst the terrors of his rod,
Trust in a wise and gracious God.

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HYMN 8. L. M.

The Loving-kindness of the Redeemer.
Isaiah Ixiii. 7.

WAKE, my soul, to joyful lays,

And sing the great Redeemer's praise;

He justly claims a song from me,
His loving-kindness, Oh, how free !

2 He saw me ruin'd in the fall,
Yet lov'd me notwithstanding all;
He sav'd me from my lost estate,
His loving-kindness, Oh, how great!

3 Thơ' num'rous hosts of mighty foes,
Tho' earth and hell my way oppose,

He safely leads my soul along,
His loving-kindness, Oh, how strong!

4 When trouble, like a gloomy cloud,
Has gather'd thick, and thunder'd loud,
He near my soul has always stood,
His loving-kindness, Oh, how good!

5 Often I feel my sinful heart,
Prone from my Jesus to depart ;
But tho' I have him oft forgot,
His loving-kindness changes not.
6 Soon shall I pass the gloomy vale,
Soon all my mortal pow'rs must fail;
Oh' may my last expiring breath,
His loving kindness sing in death!

7 Then let me mount and soar away,
To the bright world of endless day,
And sing with rapture and surprise,
His loving-kindness in the skies.

HYMN 9. Elevens.

The mercy of God.

Psa. lxxxix. 1.

THY mercy, my God, is the theme of my song,
The joy of my heart, and the boast of my tongue,
Thy free grace alone, from the first to the last,
Hath won my affections and bound my soul fast.

2 Without thy sweet mercy I could not live here,
Sin soon would reduce me to utter despair;
But, thro' thy free goodness, my spirits revive,
And he that first made me, still keeps me alive.

S Thy mercy surpasses the sin of my heart,
Which wonders to feel its own hardness depart;
Dissolv'd by thy goodness, I fall to the ground,
And weep to the praise of the mercy I've found.

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