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3 I sing the goodness of the Lord,
That fill'd the earth with food:

He form'd the creatures with his word,
And then pronounc'd them good.

4 Lord, how thy wonders are display'd, Where'er I turn mine eye!

If I survey the ground I tread,
Or gaze upon the sky.

5 There's not a plant or flow'r below,
But makes thy glories known;
And clouds arise and tempests blow,
By order from thy throne.

6 Creatures (as num'rous as they be)
Are subject to thy care;

There's not a place where we can flee,
But God is present there.

7 In heav'n he shines with beams of love,
With wrath in hell beneath;
'Tis on his earth I stand or move,
And 'tis his air I breathe.

8 His hand is my perpetual guard,
He keeps me with his eye;

Why should I then forget the Lord,
Who is for ever nigh?

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PRAISE TO GOD FOR OUR REDEMPTION.

1 BLEST be the wisdom and the pow'r, The justice and the grace,

That join'd in council to restore
And save our ruin'd race.

2 Our father ate forbidden fruit,
And from his glory fell;

And we his children thus were brought
To death, and near to hell.

3 Blest be the Lord, that sent his Son
To take our flesh and blood;
He for our lives gave up his own,
To make our peace with God.

4 He honour'd all his Father's laws,
Which we have disobey'd;

He bore our sins upon the cross,
And our full ransom paid.

5 Behold him rising from the grave;
Behold him rais'd on high;

He pleads his merits there, to save
Transgressors doom'd to die.

6 There on a glorious throne he reigns,
And by his pow'r divine

Redeems us from the slavish chains

Of Satan and of sin.

7 Thence shall the Lord to judgment come,
And with a sov❜reign voice
Shall call, and break up ev'ry tomb,
While waking saints rejoice.

8 O! may I then with joy appear
Before the Judge's face,

And with the blest assembly there
Sing his redeeming grace!

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PRAISE FOR MERCIES SPIRITUAL AND TEMPORAL.

1 WHENE'ER I take my walks abroad, How many poor I see!

What shall I render to my God
For all his gifts to me?

2 Not more than others I deserve,
Yet God hath given me more;
For I have food while others starve,
Or beg from door to door.

3 How many children in the street
Half naked I behold;

While I am cloth'd from head to feet,
And cover'd from the cold.

4 While some poor wretches scarce can tell
Where they may lay there head;
I have a home wherein to dwell,
And rest upon my bed.

5 While others early learn to swear,
And curse, and lie, and steal;
Lord, I am taught thy name to fear,
And do thy holy will.

6 Are these thy favours day by day,
To me above the rest?

Then let me love thee more than they,
And try to serve thee best.

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1 GREAT God, to thee my voice I raise,
To thee my youngest hours belong;
I would begin my life with praise,
Till growing years improve the song.
2 'Tis to thy sov'reign grace I owe

That I was born on British ground;
Where streams of heav'nly mercy flow,
And words of sweet salvation sound.
3 I would not change my native land
For rich Peru with all her gold;
A nobler prize lies in my hand,

Than East or Western Indies hold. 4 How do I pity those that dwell

Where ignorance and darkness reigns! They know heav'n, they fear no hell, Those endless joys, these endless pains.

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