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2 O Jesus, full of truth and grace,
More full of grace than I of sin ;
Open thine arms, and take me in !
And love the faithless sinner still.
My fallen spirit to restore;
Forgive and bid me sin no more :
The veil of sin once more remove!
And melt it by thy dying love!
And make it soft, and make it new.
That trembles at th' approach of sin;
Implant and root it deep within !
. . OMNISCIENCE. 327. The all-seeing God. (L. M.) IT ORD, thou hast search’dand seen me through;
u Thine eye commands with piercing view, My rising and my resting hours, My heart and flesh with all their powers.
2 My thoughts, before they are my own,
Are to my God distinctly known ;
Ere from my op’ning lips they break.
I am surrounded still with God. 4 Amazing knowledge, vast and great!
What large extent! what lofty height! . My soul, with all the powers I boast,
Is in the boundless prospect lost. 5 “ ( may these thoughts possess my breast,
“ Where'er I rove, where'er I rest; “ Nor let my weaker passions dare, “ Consent to sin, for God is there.
6 Could I so false, so faithless prove, .
To quit thy service and thy love;
Or from thy dreadful glory run ? 7 If up to heav'n I take my flight,
'Tis there thou dwell'st enthron'd in light; Or dive to hell, there vengeance reigns,
And Satan groans beneath thy chains, 3 If mounted on a morning ray,
I fly beyond the western sea,
9 Or should I try to shun thy sight,
Beneath the spreading veil of night;
No screen from thy all-searching eyes ;
Through midnight shades as blazing noon. 12 Midnight and noon in this agree,
Great God, they're both alike to thee:
And hell lies naked to his eye. 13“ O may these thoughts possess my breast
" Where'er I rove, where'er I rest;
328. God is every where. (C. M.)
I Forgotten and unknown?
· In heav'n thy glorious throne.
To 'scape the wrath divine,
And make the grave resign.
$ If, wing'd with beams of morning light,
I fly beyond the west,
The curtains of the night,
Would turn the shades to light.
Are both alike to thee;
From which I cannot flee !
29. · The Greatness of God. (L. M.)
1MY God, my King, thy various praise,
Shall fill the remnant of my days ; Thy grace employ my humble tongue,
Till death and glory raise the song. 2 The wings of every hour shall bear,
Some thankful tribute to thine ear ;
New works of duty done for thee.
Thy bounty flows, an endless stream,
4 Thy works with sov'reign glory shine,
And speak thy majesty divine;
The sound and honour of thy name.
The long succession of thy praise ;
The joy and labour of their tongue.
Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds!
330. The same. (C. M.) 1 I ONG as I live I'll bless thy name,
1 My King, my God of love; My work and joy will be the same,
In the bright world above.
And let his praise be great:
Thy works of grace repeat.
And while my lips rejoice,
Shall join their cheerful voice.
And children learn thy ways;
And nations sound thy praise.