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3 'Tis he, my soul, that sent his Son,

To die for crimes which thou hast done;
He owns the ransom, and forgives,

The hourly follies of our lives.
4 The vices of the mind he heals,

And cures the pains that nature feels;
Redeems the soul from hell, and saves,

Our wasting life from threatning graves ! -5 Our youth decay'd, his pow'r repairs ;

His mercy crowns our growing years ;
He satisfies our mouth with good,

And fills our hopes with heav'nly food. 6 He sees th’ oppressor and th' opprest,

And often gives the suff'rers rest;
But will his justice more display,

In the last great rewarding day.
7 His pow'r he show'd by Moses' hands,

And gave to Israel his commands;
But sent his truth and mercy down,

To all the nations by his Son.
8 Let the whole earth his pow'r confess;

Let the whole earth adore his grace;
The Gentile with the Jew shall join,
In work and worship so divine,

142. Praise for Temporal and Spiritual Mercies.

(S. M.)
1 BLESS the Lord, my soul!

Let all within me join,
And aid my tongue to bless his name,

Whose favours are divine.

2 O bless the Lord, my soul;

Nor let his mercies lie
Forgotten in unthankfulness,

And without praises die.

3 'Tis he forgives thy sins,

'Tis be relieves thy pain;
'Tis he that heals thy sicknesses,

And makes thee young again.

4 He crowns thy life with love,

When ransom'd from the grave;
He that redeem'd my soul from hell,

Hath sov'reign pow'r to save.

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He fills the poor with good ;
He gives the suff'rers rest;
The Lord hath judgments for the proud,
And justice for th' opprest.

8 His wondrous works and ways,

He made by Moses known;
But sent the world his truth and grace,

By his beloved Son.

143. Abounding Compassion of God. (S. M. I M Y soul, repeat his praise,

1 Whose mercies are so great,
Whose anger is so slow to rise,

So ready to abate. -
2 God will not always chide ;

And when his strokes are felt,
His strokes are fewer than our crimes,

And lighter than our guilt.
3 High as the heav'ns are rais’d,

Above the ground we tread,
So far the riches of his grace,

Our highest thoughts exceed.
4 His pow'r subdues our sins,

And his forgiving love,
Far as the east is from the west,

Doth all our guilt remove.
5 The pity of the Lord,

To those that fear his name,
Is such as tender parents feel;

He knows our feeble frame.
6 He knows we are but dust,

Scatter'd with ev'ry breath ;
His anger, like a rising wind,

Can send us swift to death.
7 Our days are as the grass,

Or like the morning flow'r; · If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field,

It withers in an hour,

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But thy compassions, Lord,

To endless years endure ;
And children's children ever find

Thy words of promise sure.

144.

Israel led to Canaan, and Christians to

Heaven. (L. M.)

1 MIVE thanks to God; he reigns above:

U Kind are his thoughts ; his name is love ;
His mercy ages past have known,
And ages long to come shall own.

- 2 Let the redeemed of the Lord,

The wonders of his grace record;
Isr'el, the nation whom he chose,
And rescu'd from their mighty foes.

3 When God's almighty arm had broke

Their fetters, and th’ Egyptian yoke,
They trac'd the desert, wand'ring round,
A wild and solitary ground.

4 There they could find no leading road,

Nor city for a fix'd abode;
Nor food, nor fountain to assuage
Their burning thirst, or hunger's rage.

5 In their distress, to God they cry’d;

God was their Saviour and their guide;
He led their march far wand'ring round,
'Twas the right path to Canaan's ground,

6 Thus when our first release we gain,

From sin's old yoke, and Satan's chain,
We have this desert world to pass,

A dang’rous and a tiresome place.
7 He feeds and clothes us all the way,

He guides our footsteps lest we stray;
He guards us with a pow'rful hand,

And brings us to the heav'nly land. 8 O let the saints with joy record

The truth and goodness of the Lord !
How great his works! how kind his ways
Let ev'ry tongue pronounce his praise.

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1 MIVE thanks to God most high,

V The universal Lord;
The sov’reign King of kings;
And be his grace ador'd.

His pow'r and grace
Are still the same;
And let his name,

Have endless praise.
2 How mighty is his hand !
· What wonders hath he done!
He form’d the earth and seas,
And spread the heav'ns alone.

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

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