And he shall save me to the end,
Through Jesus' blood.

He by himself hath sworn;
I on his oath depend;

I shall, on eagles' wings upborne,
To heaven ascend:

I shall behold his face,
I shall his pow'r adore,

And sing the wonders of his grace

For evermore.

THO' nature's strength decay,

And earth and hell withstand;
To Canaan's bounds I urge my way,
At God's command:

The watery deep I pass,

With Jesus in my view,

And through the howling wilderness,

My way pursue.

The goodly land I see,

With peace and plenty blest;

The land of sacred liberty

And endless rest:

There milk and honey flow,

And oil and wine abound;

And trees of life for ever grow,
With glory crown'd.

There dwells the Lord our King,
The Lord our righteousness!
Triumphant o'er the world and sin,
The Prince of peace;

On Sion's sacred height,

His kingdom still maintains ;

And glorious, with his saints in light,
For ever reigns.

There all the heavenly host

Give thanks to God on high,

"Hail Father, Son, and Holy Ghost!"

They ever cry:

Hail Abram's God and mine!

I join the heavenly lays;

All might and majesty are thine,
And endless praise.

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GOD is a Spirit, just and wise,

He sees our inmost mind

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Bedford.

In vain to heaven we raise our cries,

And leave our souls behind.

Nothing but truth before his throne,
With honour can appear;
The painted hypocrites are known
Through the disguise they wear.
Their lifted eyes salute the skies,

Their bended knees the ground;

But God abhors the sacrifice

In which no heart is found.

Lord, search my thoughts and try my ways, And make my soul sincere;

Then shall I stand before thy face,

And find acceptance there.

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Old Hundredth.

LORD thou hast search'd my spirit through,
Thine eye commands, with piercing view,
My rising and my resting hours,

My heart and flesh with all their powers.
My thoughts before they are my own,
Are to my God distinctly known;
He knows the words I mean to speak,
E'er from my opening lips they break.
Within thy circling power I stand ;
On every side I find thy hand;
Awake, asleep, at home, abroad,
I am surrounded still with God.

Amazing knowledge, vast and great!
What large extent! what lofty height!
My soul with all the powers 1 boast,
Is in the boundless subject lost.

O 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.

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Acton.

OUR God, how firm his promise stands,
E'en when he hides his face;

He trusts in our Redeemer's hands
His glory and his grace.

Then why, our souls, these sad complaints,

Since Christ and we are one?

Our God is faithful to his saints,

Is faithful to his Son.

Beneath his smiles our hearts have lived, And part of heaven possess'd;

We'll praise his name for grace receiv'd, And trust him for the rest.

NOW shall my inward joys arise,

And burst into a song;、

Almighty love inspires my heart,
And pleasure tunes my tongue.

God on his thirsty Sion-hill,
Some mercy drops has thrown;
And solemn oaths have bound his love,
To shower salvation down.

Why do we then indulge our fears,
Suspicions and complaints?

Is he a God? and shall his grace
Grow weary of his saints?

Can a kind woman e'er forget

The infant of her womb,

And 'mongst a thousand tender thoughts
Her suckling have no room?

Yet, saith the Lord, should nature change,

And mothers monsters prove,

Sion still dwells upon the heart

Of everlasting love.

Deep on the palms of both my hands,
I have engrav'd her name,

My power shall raise her ruin'd walls,
And build her broken frame.

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Portugal New.

THY mercy, my God, is the theme of my song The joy of my heart and the boast of my tongue;

Thy free grace, alone, from the first to the last,

Hath won my affections and bound my soul fast.

Without thy sweet mercy I could not live here Sin soon would reduce me to utter despair; But thro' thy free goodness my spirits revive, And he that first made me still keeps me alive.

C