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Thanks to thy name for meaner things;
But they are not my God. 6. How vain a toy is glitt'ring wealth,
If once compar'd to thee! . Or what's my safety or my health,
Or all my friends to me. 7. If I possess'd the spacious earth,
And call'd the stars my own; Without thy graces, and thyself,
I were a wretch undone. 8. Let others stretch their arms like seas,
And grasp in all the shore, Grant me the visits of thy face,
And I desire no more.
Hymn 320. 1, . 1. TROM all that dwell below the skies,
T Let the Creator's praise arise ; Let the Redeemer's name be sung,
Thro' ev'ry land, by ev'ry tongue. 2. Eternal are thy mercies, Lord, Eternal truth attends thy word :
Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, 'Till suns shall rise and set no more. 3. Your lofty themes, ye mortals, bring,
In songs of praise divinely sing;
And shout for joy the Saviour's name. 4. In ev'ry land begin the song,
To ev'ry land the strains belong;
VIII. THE CHRISTIAN'S BLESSINGS, SUFFERINGS, DANGER AND SAFETY.
Hymn 321. c. M.
The Saviour's pard’ning blood
And bring me home to God.
His praises tun'd my tongue;
His love was all my song..
The world no more could charm;
And lean’d upon his arm.
And saw his glory shine ;
I call'd each promise mine.
Of what his love had done ;
For all my joys are gone.
My soul in darkness mourns ;
No light to me returns. ·
For Jesus hides his face;.
But does not reach my case.
And make my soul his prey.;
Hymn 322. C.M.
L Which yields us no supply,
Nor streams of living joy? 2. But piercing thoms through all the ground,
And mortal poisons grow,
With dang'rous waters flow.
Lies throthis weary land; Lord! we would keep that heav'nly road,
And run at thy command. 4. Our journey is a thorny maze,
But we march upward still, Forget these troubles of the way,
To reach fair Sion's hill. 5. There on the hill of life and peace
Our raptur'd souls shall dwell, Our toils recount, our Saviour bless,
And all his triumphs tel. 6. Eternal glory to the king,
· Who brought us safely through ; Our tongue shall never cease to sing,
All endless praises due.
Hymn 323. C. M. 1. W H Y is my heart so far from thee,
My God, my chief delight? Why are my thoughts no more by day,
. With thee, no more by night? 2. When my forgetful soul renews
The savour of thy grace,
The relish all my days.
3. But ere one fleeting hour is past,
The flatt’ring world employs Some sensual bait to seize my taste,
And to pollute my joys.
That I should leave thee şo;
Which let thee, Saviour, go?
In chase of false delight!
Hymn 324. C. M.
We look on things below,
How vain, and dang'rous too? 2. Honour's a puff of noisy breath;
Yet men expose their blood, .
To gain that airy good. ,
And feed on shining dust,
T'indulge a sordid lust.
And dash'd with bitter bowls. 3. God is my all-sufficient good,
My portion and my choice ;
And all my pow'rs rejoice..
Hymn 325. c. M.
God! the spring of all my joys,
And comfort of my nights.
My dawning is begun!
And he my rising sun.
With beams of sacred bliss,
And whispers, “ I am his !”
At that transporting word,
T'embrace my dearest Lord.
I'd break thro' ev'ry foe :
Should bear me conqu’ror through
Hymn 326. c. M.
11 And leave me to my joys :
And make a joyful noise.
· And drown'd my head in tears,
Dispeli'd my gloomy fears.
And raptures all-divine,
And ny Beloved mine!