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3 His wisdom fram'd the sun,

To crown the day with light;
The moon and twinkling stars,
To cheer the darksome night.

His pow'r and grace
Are still the same;
And let his name
Have endless praise.

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But cruel Pharaoh there,
With all his host, he drown'd:
And brought his Isr’el safe
Through a long desert ground.

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9 He sent his only Son,

To save us from our woe,
From Satan, sin, and death,
And ev'ry hurtful foe.

His pow'r and grace
Are still the same;
And let his name
Have endless praise.

10 Give thanks aloud to God,

To God the heav'nly King ;
And let the spacious earth
His works and glories sing.

Thy mercy, Lord,
Shall still endure;
And ever sure
Abides thy word.

146. The same. (L. M.)
1 N IVE to our God immortal praise ;
U Mercy and truth are all his ways;

Wonders of grace to God belong, “ Repeat his mercies in your song." 2 Give to the Lord of lords renown,

The King of kings with glory crown ;
" His mercies ever shall endure,

“ When lords and kings are known no more." 3 He built the earth, he spread the sky,

And fix'd the starry lights on high :
" Wonders of grace to God belong,

“ Repeat his mercies in your song." 4 He fills the sun with morning light,

He bids the moon direct the night: 1 “ His mercies ever shall endure,

" When sun and moon shall shine no more." 5 The Jews he freed from Pharoah's band,

And brought them to the promis'd land :
“ Wonders of grace to God belong,
" Repeat his mercies in your song.

6 He saw the Gentiles dead in sin,

And felt his pity work within :
His mercies ever shall endure,
When death and sin shall reign no mor

7 He sent his Son with pow'r to save,

From guilt, and darkness, and the grave:
“ Wonders of grace to God belong,
“ Repeat his mercies in your song."

8 Thro’ this vain world he guides our feet,

And leads us to his heav'nly seat:
" His mercies ever shall endure,
" When this vain world shall be no more

147. Praise to God for his Goodness and Tri

(P. M.)

1 T'LL praise my Maker with my breath ; 1 And when my voice is lost in death,

Praise shall employ my nobler pow'rs; My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last,

Or immortality endures.

2 Why should I make a man my trust? Princes must die, and turn to dust;

Vain is the help of flesh and blood : Their breath departs, their pomp and pow' And thoughts, all vanish in an hour,

Nor can they make their promise good.

3 Happy the man, whose hopes rely
On Isr'eľs God : he made the sky,

And earth and seas, with all their train;
His truth for ever stands secure;
He sayes th' opprest, he feeds the poor,

And none shall find his promise vain. 4 The Lord hath eyes to give the blind, The Lord supports the sinking mind;

He sends the lab’ring conscience peace;
He helps the stranger in distress,
The widow and the fatherless,

And grants the pris'ner sweet release. 5 He loves his saints, he knows them well, But turns the wicked down to hell;

Thy God, o Zion, ever reigns ; Let evry tongue, let ev'ry age, | In this exalted work engage;

Praise him in everlasting strains. 6 I'll praise him while he lends me breath ; And when my voice is lost in death,

Praise shall employ my nobler pow'rs; My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last,

Or immortality endures.

48.

The same. (L. M.)

1 DRAISE ye the Lord ; 'tis good to raise

1 Our hearts and voices in his praise : His nature and his works invite, To make this duty our delight.

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