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HYMN 12

(C. M.) 1 OD moves in a mysterious way

His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea,

And rides upon the storm. 2 Deep in unfathomable mines,

With never failing skill,
He treasures up his bright designs,

And works his gracious will.
3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;

The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break

In blessings on your head.
4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust him for his

grace; Behind a frowning providence

He hides a smiling face.
5 His purposes will ripen fast,

Unfolding every hour:
The bud may have a bitter taste,

But sweet will be the flower. 6 Blind unbelief is sure to err,

And scan his work in vain : God is his own interpreter,

And he will make it plain.

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IV. REDEMPTION.

HYMN 13.

Job ix. 246.
H, how shall fallen man

Be just before his God!
If he contend in righteousness,

We sink beneath his rod. 2 If he our ways should mark

With strict inquiring eyes,
Could we for one of thousand faults

A just excuse devise? 3 All-seeing, pow'rful God!

Who can with thee contend?
Or who that tries th' unequal strife.

Shall prosper in the end?

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4 The mountains, in thy wrath,

Their ancient seats forsake!
The trembling earth deserts her place,

Her rooted pillars shake! .5 Ah, how shall guilty man

Contend with such a God?
None, none can meet him, and escape,
But through the Saviour's blood.
HYMN 14.

(L. M.)
Job ix. 30-33.
THOUGH I should seek to wash me clean

In water of the driven snow, My soul would yet its spot retain,

And sink in conscious guilt and wo: 2 The Spirit, in his pow'r divine,

Would cast my vaunting soul to earth, Expose the foulness of its sin,

And show the vileness of its worth. 3 Ah, not like erring man is God,

That men to answer him should dare; Condemn'd, and into silence aw'd,

They helpless stand before his bar. 4 There, must a Mediator plead,

Who, God and man, may both embrace; With God, for man to intercede,

And offer man the purchas'd grace. 5 And lo! the Son of God is slain

To be this Mediator crown'd:
In Him, my soul, be cleans'd from stain,
In Him thy righteousness be found !
HYMN 15.

(L. M.) 1 LL glorious God, what hymns of praise

Shall our transported voices raise! What ardent love and zeal are due,

While heaven stands open to our view! 2 Once we were fall’n, and 0 how low!

Just on the brink of endless wo;
When Jesus, from the realms above,

Borne on the wings of boundless love,
3 Scatter'd the shades of death and night,

And spread around his heavenly light!

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By him what wondrous grace is shown

To souls impoverish'd and undone!
4 He shows, beyond these mortal shores,

A bright inheritance as ours;
Where saints in light our coming wait,
To share their holy, happy state!
HYMN 16.

(C.M.) 1 ALVATION! O the joyful sound,

Glad tidings to our ears,
A sov’reign balm for every wound,

A cordial for our fears.
2 Salvation! buried once in sin,

At hell's dark door we lay; But now we rise by grace divine,

And see a heav'nly day. 3 Salvation! let the echo fly

The spacious earth around; While all the armies of the sky

Conspire to raise the sound.
4 Salvation ! O thou bleeding Lamb,

To Thee the praise belongs :
Our hearts shall kindle at thy name,
Thy name inspire our songs.

Chorus, for the end of each verse.
Glory, honour, praise, and power,
Be unto the Lamb for ever!
Jesus Christ is our Redeemer!
Hallelujah, praise the Lord!
HYMN 17.

(C. M.) To our Redeemer's glorious name Awake the sacred

song !
O may his love (immortal flame!)

Tune every heart and tongue. 2 His love, what mortal thought can reach!

What mortal tongue display!
Imagination's utmost stretch

In wonder dies away.
3 He left his radiant throne on high,

Left the bright realms of bliss,
And came to earth to bleed and die!

Was ever love like this?

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4 Dear Lord, while we adoring pay

Our humble thanks to thee,
May every heart with rapture say,

" The Saviour died for me."
5 O may the sweet, the blissful theme

Fill every heart and tongue;
Till strangers love thy charming name
And join the sacred song.
HYMN 18.

(III. 3.) 1 AVIOUR, source of every blessing,

Tune my heart to grateful lays; Streams of mercy, never ceasing,

Call for ceaseless songs of praise. 2 Teach me some melodious measure,

Sung by raptur'd saints above; Fill my soul with sacred pleasure,

While I sing redeeming love. 3 Thou didst seek me when a stranger,

Wand'ring from the fold of God; Thou, to save my soul from danger,

Didst redeem me with thy blood. 4 By thy hand restor’d, defended,

Safe through life thus far I'm come; Safe, O Lord, when life is ended, Bring me to my heavenly home. HYMN 19.

(C. M.) Titus iii. 4–7. 1 Y grateful soul, for ever praise,

love his name, Who turn'd thee from the fatal paths

Of folly, sin, and shame. 2 Vain and presumptuous is the trust

Which in our works we place; Salvation from a higher source

Flows to our fallen race.
3 'Tis from the love of God through Christ,

That all our hopes begin;
His mercy sav'd our souls from death,

And wash'd us from our sin.
4 His Spirit, through the Saviour shed,

His sacred fire imparts,

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Removes our dross, and love divine

Enkindles in our hearts.
5 Thus rais'd from death, we live anew;

And, justified by grace,
We hope in glory to appear,
And see our Father's face.
HYMN 20.

(C. M.) COW helpless guilty nature lies,

Unconscious of its load!
The heart unchang’d can never rise

To happiness and God.
2 The will perverse, the passions blind,

In paths of ruin stray: Reason debas'd can never find

The safe, the narrow way. 3 Can aught beneath a power divine

The stubborn will subdue? 'Tis thine, Almighty Saviour, thine

To form the heart anew. 4 'Tis thine the passions to recall,

And upwards bid them rise; And make the scales of error fall

From reason's darken'd eyes.
5 To chase the shades of death away,

And bid the sinner live;
A beam of heaven, a vital ray,

'Tis thine alone to give.
6 O change these wretched hearts of ours

And give them life divine!
Then shall our passions and our powers,
Almighty Lord, be thine.
HYMN 21.

(C. M.) 1 ATHER, to thee my soul I lift,

On thee my hope depends, Convinc'd that every perfect gift

From thee alone descends. 2 Mercy and grace are thine alone,

And pow'r and wisdom too; Without the Spirit of thy Son

We nothing good can do.

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