156. God glorious and Sinners saved.
1 FATHER, how wide thy glory shines!
How high thy wonders rise!

Known thro' the earth by thousand signs,
By thousands thro' the skies,

2 Those mighty orbs proclaim thy pow'r;
Their motions speak thy skill;
And on the wings, of ev'ry hour
We read thy patience still.
3 But when we view thy great design
To save rebellious worms;

Where vengeance and compassion join
In their divinest forms:

4 Here the whole Deity is known,
Nor dares a creature guess
Which of the glories brightest shone,
The justice, or the grace
5 Now the full glories of the Lamb
Adorn the heav'nly plains,

Bright seraphs learn Immanuel's name,
And try their choicest straius.

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I bear some humble part

In that immortal song;

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

157. Thy Word is Truth.

1 MY hiding-place, my refuge, tow'r,
And shield art thou, O Lord;

I firmly anchor all my hopes.
On thy unerring word.

2 Engrav'd as in eternal brass,

The mighty promise shines,

Nor can the pow'r of darkness raze
Those everlasting lines,

3 The sacred word of grace is strong,
As that which built the skies;

The voice which rolls the stars along,
Spoke all the promises.

4 My hiding-place, my refuge, tow'r,
And shield art thou, O Lord;
I firmly anchor all my hopes
On thy unerring word.

158. Godly Fear.

1 GOD of all grace and majesty!
Supremely great and good!

If I have favour found with thee,
Thro' the atoning blood,
The guard of all thy mercies give;
And to my pardon join
A fear, lest I should ever grieve
The gracious Sp'rit divine.
2 If mercy is indeed with thee,
May I obedient prove,

Nor e'er abuse my liberty,

Or sin against thy love:

This choicest fruit of faith bestow

On thy sojourner here;
And let me pass my days below
In humbleness and fear.

3 Still may I walk as in thy sight,
My strict observer see;

And thou by rev'rent love unite
My child-like heart to thee:
Still let me, till my days are past,
At Jésus' feet abide:

So shall he lift me up at last,
And seat me by his side.

159. Christ a Purifier.

JESUS, thou art my righteousness,
For all my sins were thine;

Thy death hath bought of God my peace, Thy life bath made him mine': My dying Saviour and my God; Fountain for guilt and sin! Sprinkle me ever with thy blood, And cleanse and keep me clean. 2 Wash me, and make me thus thine own; Wash me, and mine thou art; Wash me, but not my feet alonë, My hands, my head, and heart! Th' atonement of thy blood apply, Till faith to sight improve; Till hope in full enjoyment die, And all my soul be love!

160. Completeness in Christ.

1 KIND is the speech of Christ our Lord, Affection sounds in every word;

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"Thou art my chosen one," he cries, "Bound to my heart by various ties.' 2 Sweet is thy voice, dear Lord, to me, "I will behold no spot in thee;" What mighty wonders love performs, That puts a comeliness on worms! 3 Defil'd and lothesome as we are, Thou makʼst us white, and call'st us fair? Adorn'st us with thy heav'nly dress, Thy graces and thy righteousness,

4 O may my spirit daily rise

On wings of faith above the skies;
Till death shall make my last remove,
To dwell for ever in thy love!

161. Preserving Grace.

1 TO God the only wise,

Our Saviour and our King,

Let all the saints below the skies
Their humble praises bring.

2 'Tis his almighty love,

His counsel and his care,
Preserves us safe from sin and death,
And ev'ry hurtful snare.

3 He will present our souls
Unblemish'd and complete,
Before the glory of his face,
With joys divinely great.
4 Then all the chosen seed

Shall meet around the throne;
Shall bless the conduct of his
grace,
And make his wonders known.
5 To our redeeming God
Almighty pow'r belongs,
Immortal crowns of majesty,
And everlasting songs.

162. Pleading the Covenant.

LORD my God, whose sov'reign love
Is still the same, nor e'er can move ;
Look to the covenant, and see,

For once thy love was shewn to me:
Remember, O my dearest friend,
And love me alway to the end.
2 Be with me still, as heretofore,

And help me forward more and more;
My strong, my stubborn will incline
To be obedient still to thine:

O lead me by thy gracious hand,
And guide me safe to Canaan's land,
3 I need not say, for well thou know'st,
How I, without thy help, am lost;
Thou know'st how apt I am to err,
But thou canst make me persevere :
Be then my light, and let me see
That I have yet my lot in thee.
4 O take me up above the skies,
Translate me to thy paradise;

Then shall I rest from ev'ry woe,
From all the troubles here below;
Grant this, my Lord, and kindly say,
"Come, my redeemed; come away.

163. God's Omnipresence.

1 LORD, all I am is known to thee;
In vain my soul would try

To shun thy presence, or to flee
The notice of thine eye.

2 Thy all-surrounding sight surveys
My rising and my rest,

My public walks, my private ways,
The secrets of my breast.

3 My thoughts lie open to thee, Lord,
Before the're form'd within;

And ere my lips pronounce the word,
Thou know'st the sense I mean.
4 O wond'rous knowledge, deep and high,
Where can a creature hide?

Within thy circling arms I lie,
Beset on ev'ry side.

5 So let thy grace surround me still,
And like a bulwark prove,

To guard my soul from ev'ry ill,
Secur'd by sov'reign love.

164. Thanksgiving.
I BLESS, O my soul, the living God;
Call home thy thoughts that rove abroad;
Let all the pow'rs within me join,

In work and worship so divine.

2 Bless, O my soul, the God of grace,
His favours claim thy highest praise;
Why should the wonders he hath wrought
Be lost in silence, and forgot?

3 'Twas he, my soul, that sent his Son
To die for crimes which thou hast done: