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And in our awful darkness, Lord,

Deem'd half the word untrue.

But now its inward sense

Is open'd to the mind;

We learn thine heav'nly doctrines thence,

And living waters find.

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For light and truth divine!

From thee the welcome mercies came,

And be the glory thine!

HYMN 183.

PROUD.

P. M.

YE

Universal Praise to the Creator.

E angels that surround the throne,
Where your Creator's name is known,
Through all the realms above,

Your greatest skill in praising try,
And all your golden harps employ,
To sing creating love.

2 But you the children of his love,

Who have been call'd to mount above,

From sin and sorrow too :
Let angels to your songs give place,
For you can sing redeeming grace,
Your song is always new.

3 And may we not who still lay here,
With joy and triumph lend an ear,
And humbly try to sing,
Though darkly through a glass we see,
Each of us cry, "he dy'd for me,
Adored be my King."

4 But when we take the sacred bock,
And at each precious promise look,
Of universal grace:

"Tis here the joyful day we view, When the poor Gentile with the Jew, Shall see his Saviour's face.

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5 Then all Adam's fallen race,
As fellow-heirs of this same grace,
And branches of one vine,
In one eternal song conspire,
To praise the Lamb, our soul's desire,
When all their brethren join.

HYMN 184. C. M.

GOD

Light shining out of Darkness.

LOD 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
Of never-failing skill,

He treasures up his bright designs,
And works his sovereign will.

3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;
The clouds, you 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 ev'ry hour;

The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flow'r.

6 Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan bis work in vain';
God is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain.

COWPER.

HYMN 185. C. M.

Praise to the Lord for constant Preservation.

THO

HOU great, all-knowing, present God,
Where'er I stay or rove,

I am surrounded still by thee,

Encircled with thy love.

2 When in the paths of vice I trod,
Nor fear'd thy holy Name,
Thou wast my all-supporting God,
Thy hand preserv'd my frame.

3 Still, Lord, thy hand my life defends;
My life I owe to thee;

Thy mercy

all my way attends,
Thy love abounds to me.

4 Where'er I am, I am thy care,
Thy dealings all are love;
And thine intention to prepare
My soul for heav'n above.

5 My God, my Saviour, guides me still
In all his righteous ways;

Daily may I perform his will,
Each moment live his praise.

HYMN 186. L. M.

WHAT

The Holy Supper.

PROUD.

HAT wonders hath Jehovah wrought,
How great the price by which we're bought,

The all of love and truth divine,

In our redemption sweetly join.

2 The beams of love descend, and bring
Ten thousand blessings from our King;
While rays of glorious truth and light
Unveil his glories to our sight.

3 Thy love exceeds our highest praise,
And all the songs that angels raise ;

How then shall we attempt to sing
The boundless goodness of our King!
4 Dear Lord, had we ten thousand tongues,
And notes beyond the angels' songs;
Still we should fail, nor could make known
The nameless mercies of thy throne.

THC

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The harmony of Praise.

HOU, who sitt'st enthron'd above!
Thou, in whom we live and move!
Thou who art most great, most high !
God, from all eternity!

2 O, how sweet, how excellent,

'Tis when tongue and heart consent,
Grateful hearts and joyful tongues,
Hymning thee in tuneful songs!
3 When the morning paints the skies,
When the stars of ev'ning rise,
We thy praises will record,
Sov'reign Ruler! mighty Lord!
4 Decks the spring with flow's the field?
Harvest ich do h autumn yield?
Giver of all good below!

Lord, from thee these blessings flow.
5 Sov'reign Ruler! mighty Lord!
We thy praises will record:
Giver of these blessings! we
Pour the grateful song to thee.

HYMN 188. C. M.

The Seasons ordained by God.
HE rolling year, Almighty Lord!
Obeys thy pow'rful nod;

THE

Each season, as it silent moves,
Declares the present God.

PROUD.

SANDYS.

2 Wak'd by thy voice, out steps the spring,
In living green new drest;

On hills, in vales, thro' fiields and groves,
Thy beauties stand confest.

3 The sun calls forth the summer months,
Nor do the hours delay;

The fruits with varied colours glow
Beneath his rip'ning ray.

4 Thy bounty, Lord! in autumn shines,
And spreads a common feast ;
He that regards his fav'rite, man,
Will not neglect the beast.

5 When winter rears her hoary head,
And shows her furrow'd brow,
In storms and tempests, frosts and snows,
How awful, Lord, art thou!

6 The rolling year, Almighty Lord!
Obeys thy pow'rful nod ;-

Each season, as it silent moves,

Declares the present God.

THE

HYMN 189.

NEEDHAM.

L. M.

Seed-time and Harvest.

HE rising morn, the closing day,
Repeat thy praise with grateful voice;

Both in their turns thy pow'r display,
And laden with thy gifts rejoice.

2 Earth's wide-extended, varying scenes,
All smiling round, thy bounty show;
From seas or clouds, full magazines,
Thy rich diffusive blessings flow.
3 Now earth receives the precious seed,
Which thy indulgent hand prepares ;
And nourishes the future bread,
And answers all the sower's cares.

4 Thy sweet refreshing show'rs attend,
And through the ridges gently flow,

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