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2 He saw me ruin'd in the fall,
Yet lov'd me notwithstanding all;
His loving kindness, O how great!
Though earth and hell my way oppose,
His loving kindness, O how strong.
Has gather'd thick, and thunder'd loud,
His loving kindness, O how good!
Prone from my Jesus to depart ;
His loving kindness changes not.
Soon all my mortal pow'rs must fail :
164. Praise for Spiritual Blessings. (L. M.)
To my dear Lord my voice I'll raise ;
2 All worlds his glorious pow'r confess,
His wisdom all his works express ;
My Jesus has done all things well.
Has been this love to sinful me!
4 And, since my soul has known his love,
What mercies has he made me prove!
5 Whene'er my Saviour and my God,
Has on me laid his gentle rod,
My Jesus has done all things well. 6 Soon shall I pass the vale of death,
And in his arm shall lose my breath ;
7 And, when to that bright world I rise,
And join the anthems in the skies,
165. Christ reigning. (S. M.) 1
Of heaven, and earth, and seas,
And answers thy decrees.
By David are fulfillid,
Jesus, thine holy child.
And Jews, with one accord,
Th' anointed of the Lord ?
To form a vain design;
Against his Christ they join.
The Lord derides their rage,
And will support his throne :
Hath own'd him for his Son.
Now he's ascended high,
And asks to rule the earth;
And pleads his heavenly birth.
7 He asks, and God bestows
A large inheritance;
His kingdom shall advance. 8 The nations that rebel,
Must feel his iron rod;
Which he receiv'd from God. 9 Be wise, ye rulers, now,
And worship at his throne;
To God's exalted Son. 10 If once his wrath arise,
Ye perish on the place:
For refuge to his grace.
166. The Success of the Gospel. (S. M.)
Y Saviour and my King,
Thy beauties are divine;
And every grace is thine.
Gird on thy dreadful sword;
The conquests of thy word.
Or melt their hearts t obey,
Attend thy glorions way.
Thy laws, O God, are right;
Thy throne shall ever stand ;
A sceptre in thy hand.
Thy Father and thy God,
Hath without measure shed,
T anoint thy sacred head.
Behold, at thy right hand,
The Gentile church is seen,
And princes guard the queen.
7 Fair bride, receive his love,
Forget thy Father's house ;
And pay thy Lord thy vows.
8 O let thy God and King
Thy sweetest thoughts employ;
In palaces of joy.
167. The Glory of Christ, and Power of his Gospel.
(L. M.) 1 Now
OW be my heart inspir'd to sing
The glories of my Saviour King,