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4 Here will I rest, and build my hopes, Nor murmur at his rod;

He's more than all the world to me,
My health, my life, my God.


1 Now be my heart inspir'd to sing The glories of my Saviour-King, Jesus the Lord: how heavenly fair His form! how bright his beauties are! 2 O'er all the sons of human race He shines with a superior grace; Love from his lips divinely flows, And blessings all his state compose. 3 Dress thee in arms, most mighty Lord, Gird on the terror of thy sword! In majesty and glory ride,

With truth and meekness at thy side.
4 Thine anger, like a pointed dart,
Shall pierce the foes of stubborn heart;
Or words of mercy, kind and sweet,
Shall melt the rebels at thy feet.
5 Thy throne, O God, for ever stands;
Grace is the sceptre in thy hands:
Thy laws and works are just and right;
Justice and grace are thy delight.

6 God, thine own God, has richly shed
His oil of gladness on thy head;
And with his sacred Spirit blest
His first-born Son above the rest.


1 GOD is the refuge of his saints, When storms of sharp distress inva :

Ere we can offer our complaints,
Behold him present with his aid.

2 Let mountains from their seats be hurl'd Down to the deep, and buried there; Convulsions shake the solid world; Our faith shall never yield to fear. 3 There is a stream, whose gentle flow Supplies the city of our God;

Life, love, and joy, still gliding through,
And wat'ring our divine abode.

4 That sacred stream, thy holy word,
That all our raging fears controuls:
Sweet peace thy promises afford,
And give new strength to fainting souls.
5 Zion enjoys her monarch's love,
Secure against a threat'ning hour;
Nor can her firm foundations move,
Built on his truth, and arm'd with pow'r.


10 FOR a shout of sacred joy
To God the sov'reign King!
Let every land their tongues employ,
And hymns of triumph sing.
2 Jesus our God ascends on high!
His heav'nly guards around
Attend him rising through the sky,
With trumpet's joyful sound.

3 While angels shout and praise their King, Let mortals learn their strains:

Let all the earth his honours sing;

O'er all the earth he reigns.

4 Rehearse his praise with awe profound; Let knowledge lead the song;


Nor mock him with a solemn sound
Upon a thoughtless tongue.

5. In Israel stood his ancient throne;
He lov'd that chosen race:

But now he calls the world his own,
And heathens taste his grace.

6 The British islands are the Lord's;
There Abraham's God is known;
While powers & princes, shields & swords,
Submit before his throne.

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GREAT is the Lord our God,
And let his praise be great;

He makes his churches his abode,
His most delightful seat.

These temples of his grace,

How beautiful they stand!

The honours of our native place,

And bulwarks of our land.

In Zion God is known,

A refuge in distress;

How bright hath his salvation shone

Through all her palaces!

Oft have our fathers told,

Our eyes have often seen,

How well our God secures the fold,
Where his own sheep have been.

In every new distress

We'll to his house repair;

We'll think upon his wondrous grace,
And seek deliv'rance there.


1 THE Lord, the Judge, before his throne Bids the whole earth draw nigh; The nations near the rising sun,

And near the western sky.

2 Thron'd on a cloud our God shall come, his way:

Bright flames prepare

Thunder and darkness, fire and storm,
Lead on the dreadful day.

3 Heav'n from above his call shall hear,
Attending angels come;

And earth and hell shall know, and fear His justice and their doom.

4 "But gather all my saints," he cries, "That made their peace with God "By the Redeemer's sacrifice,

66 And seal'd it with his blood.

5 "Their faith and works brought forth to light

"Shall make the world confess,

"My sentence of reward is right,
"And heav'n adore my grace."

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1 SHEW pity, Lord; O Lord, forgive;
Let a repenting rebel live;

Are not thy mercies large and free?
May not a sinner trust in thee?

2 My crimes are great, but not surpass
The power and glory of thy grace:
Great God! thy nature hath no bound;
So let thy pard'ning love be found.
3 My lips with shame my sins confess,

Against thy law, against thy grace:

O wash my soul from every sin, And make my guilty conscience clean. 4 Lord, should thy judgment grow severe, I am condemn'd, but thou art clear: Should sudden vengeance seize my breath, I must pronounce thee just in death. 5 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord, Whose hope, still hov'ring round thy word, Would light on some sweet promise there, Some sure support against despair.


1 O THOU, that hear'st when sinners cry,
Though all my crimes before thee lie,
Behold them not with angry look,
But blot their mem'ry from thy book.
2 Create my nature pure within,
And form my soul averse to sin:
Thy holy joys, my God, restore,
And guard me, that I fall no more.

3 Though I have griev'd thy Spirit, Lord, His help and comfort still afford:

And let a wretch come near thy throne, To plead the merits of thy Son.

4 A broken heart, my God, my King!
Is all the sacrifice I bring;

The God of grace will ne'er despise
A broken heart for sacrifice.

5 My soul lies humbled in the dust,
And owns thy dreadful sentence just;
Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye,
And save the soul condemn'd to die,

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