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3 'Tis he, my soul, that sent his Son,
To die for crimes which thou hast done;
4 The vices of the mind he heals,
And cures the pains that nature feels;
Our wasting life from threat'ning graves ! -5 Our youth decay'd, his pow'r repairs ;
His mercy crowns our growing years ;
And fills our hopes with heav'nly food. 6 He sees th’ oppressor and th' opprest,
And often gives the suff'rers rest;
In the last great rewarding day.
And gave to Israel his commands;
To all the nations by his Son.
Let the whole earth adore his grace;
142. Praise for Temporal and Spiritual Mercies.
2 O bless the Lord, my soul;
Nor let his mercies lie
And without praises die.
3 'Tis he forgives thy sins,
"Tis he relieves thy pain;
And makes thee young again.
He crowns thy life with love,
When ransom'd from the grave;
Hath soy'reign pow'r to save.
5 He fills the poor with good ;
He gives the suff"rers rest;
And justice for th’ opprest.
6 His wondrous works and ways,
He made by Moses known;
143. Abounding Compassion of God. (S. M. I Y soul, repeat his praise,
Whose mercies are so great,
is so slow to rise,
And when his strokes are felt,
And lighter than our guilt.
Above the ground we tread,
Our highest thoughts exceed.
And his forgiving love,
Doth all our guilt remove.
To those that fear his name,
He knows our feeble frame.
Scatter'd with ev'ry breath ;
Can send us swift to death.
Or like the morning flow'r ;
It withers in an hour,
8 But thy compassions, Lord,
To endless years endure;
Thy words of promise sure.
144. Israel led to Canaan, and Christians to
1 GIVE thanks to God; he reigns above:
Kind are his thoughts; his name is love ;
2 Let the redeemed of the Lord,
The wonders of his grace record;
3 When God's almighty arm had broke
Their fetters, and th' Egyptian yoke,
4 There they could find no leading road,
Nor city for a fix'd abode;
5 In their distress, to God they cry'd ;
God was their Saviour and their guide ;
6 Thus when our first release we gain,
From sin's old yoke, and Satan's chain,
A dang'rous and a tiresome place. 7 He feeds and clothes us all the way,
He guides our footsteps lest we stray ;
And brings us to the heav'nly land. 8 O let the saints with joy record
The truth and goodness of the Lord !
Praise to God. (P. M.)
The universal Lord;
His pow'r and grace
2 How mighty is his hand!
What wonders hath he done!
Thy mercy, Lord,