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2 Across the deep their journey lay;
It was the Lord's appointed way:
Jordan beheld their march, and fled
With backward current to its head.

di 3 What pow'r could make that deep divide,
And Jordan backward roll its tide?
Why did ye leap, ye little hills?
And whence the fright that Sinai feels?

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ma 4 Let every nation, every flood

Retire, and know th' approaching God!
The King of Israel triumphs here;
Tremble, thou earth, thy Maker fear.

115.

FIRST PART. L. M.-Sterling.

Glory due not to the creature, but to the Creator.
1 NOT to ourselves, who are but dust,
Not to ourselves is glory due,
But to thy name, thou only just,

Thou only gracious, wise, and true.
cr 2 The God we serve maintains his throne
Above the clouds, beyond the skies;
And may his will on earth be done,
Supreme, till time and nature dies.

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3 Vain are the idols men adore, Made by themselves of stone or wood; Senseless the mass of glitt'ring ore, The silver saint or golden god. f 4 O Israel! make the Lord thy hope, Thy help, thy refuge, and thy rest; The Lord shall build thy ruins up, And thou shalt be for ever blest.

115.

SECOND PART. 10's. - 6 lines. - Walworth.
God alone to be worshipped.

"1 NOT to our names, thou only just and true, Not to our worthless names is glory due; Thy pow'r and grace, thy truth and justice

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Immortal honors to thy sovereign name:

cr Shine through the earth, from heav'n thy

blest abode,

Nor let the heathen say, "And where's your
God?"

2 Heav'n is thy higher court; there stands thy

throne,

And through the lower worlds thy will is done;
Our God fram'd all this earth, these heav'ns

he spread;

di But fools adore the gods their hands have made:

The moving crowd with looks devout behold Their silver saviours, and their saints of gold. 3 O Israel! trust the Lord; he hears and sees; He knows thy sorrows, and restores thy peace; His worship does a thousand comforts yield; He is thy help, and he thy heav'nly shield. O Israel, trust the Lord; let songs arise, Let Zion bless the God that built the skies.

116.

FIRST PART. L. M.- Chester. Retirement.
Praise for recovery from sickness.

d 1 I LOVE the Lord; he heard my cries,
And pitied every groan;
Long as I live, when troubles rise,
I'll hasten to his throne.

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2 I love the Lord; he bow'd his ear
And chased my griefs away:
O let my heart no more despair,
While I have breath to pray.

3 My flesh declin'd, my spirits fell,
And I drew near the dead;
While inward pangs, and fears of hell,
Perplex'd my wakeful head.

ex 4 "My God," I cried, "thy servant save,
Thou ever good and just;
Thy power can rescue from the grave,
Thy power is all my trust."

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5 The Lord beheld me sore distress'd,
He bid my pains remove;
Return, my soul, to God thy rest,
For thou hast known his love.

6 My God hath sav'd my soul from death,
And dried my falling tears;
Now, in his praise I'll spend my breath,
And my remaining years.

116.

SECOND PART. C. M.-New Cambridge.
Public thanks for private deliverance.

vi 1 WHAT shall I render to my God
For all his kindness shown?
My feet shall visit thine abode,
My songs address thy throne.

2 Among the saints that fill thy house,
My off'rings shall be paid;
There shall my zeal perform the vows
My soul in anguish made.

di 3 How much is mercy thy delight,
Thou ever-blessed God!

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How dear thy servants in thy sight!
How precious is their blood!

1 How happy all thy servants are!
How great thy grace to me!
My life, which thou hast made thy care,
Lord, I devote to thee.

f 5 Now I am thine, for ever thine,
Nor shall my purpose move;
Thy hand hath loos'd my bonds of pain,
And bound me with thy love.

6 Here in thy courts I leave my vow,

And thy rich grace record:
that hear

Witness, ye saints,

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If I forsake the Lord.

me now,

THIRD PART. C. L. M.-The Adieu.
A song of deliverance.

1 I LOVE the Lord, whose gracious ear

Was open to my cry;

He bade me, in the time of fear,

Upon his grace rely :

Long as I live, I'll trust his care,
To him address my fervent prayer.

aff 2 Death's sorrows had encompass'd me,

I felt the pains of hell;

On every side was misery,

My woes no tongue could tell:
Then I broke forth without control,

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"Lord, I beseech thee, save my soul!"

di 3 Tender and gracious is his name; Our God is ever kind;

The meek shall his protection claim,

The humble, mercy find:
Unto thy rest, my soul return,

The bounties of thy God discern.

cr 4 The Lord hath kept my soul from death,

Preserv'd my eyes from tears;
My feet from falling, where beneath,
Were spread the fowler's snares:

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Living, I'll walk before the Lord;
His name for ever be ador'd.

M. S.

117.

FIRST PART. C. M.-Colchester. Coventry.

Praise to God from all nations.

1 O ALL ye nations, praise the Lord,
Each with a diff'rent tongue;
In every language learn his word,
And let his name be sung.

2 His mercy reigns through every land,
Proclaim his grace abroad;
For ever firm his truth shall stand,
Praise ye the faithful God.

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SECOND PART. L. M.-Old Hundred.

Same subject.

1 FROM all that dwell below the skies,
Let the Creator's praise arise :
Let the Redeemer's name be sung,
Through every land, by every tongue.

2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord,
Eternal truth attends thy word;

Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore,

-di Till suns shall rise and set no more.

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THIRD PART. S. M.-Clapton.

Same subject.

1 THY name, Almighty Lord,

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Shall sound through distant lands;
Great is thy grace and sure thy word,
Thy truth for ever stands.

2 Far be thine honors spread,

And long thy praise endure; -di Till morning light and evening shade, Shall be exchang'd no more.

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117.

FOURTH PART. 7's. German Air.
Same subject.

vi 1 ALL ye nations praise the Lord,
All ye lands your voices raise;
Heav'n and earth, with loud accord,
Praise the Lord, for ever praise.

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2 For his truth and mercy stand,
Past and present and to be,
Like the years of his right hand,
Like his own eternity.

f 3 Praise him, ye who know his love,

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Praise him from the depths beneath;
Praise him in the heights above;

Praise your Maker all that breathe.

Montgomery.

FIRST PART. C. M.-Colchester. Peterborough.

Deliverance from a tumult.

1 THE Lord appears my helper now;
My soul is not afraid

Of what the sons of earth can do,
Since heav'n affords its aid.

di 2 'Tis safer, Lord, to hope in thee,
And have my God my friend,
Than trust in men of high degree,
And on their truth depend.

cr 3 'Tis through the Lord my heart is strong;

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In him my lips rejoice:

While his salvation is my song,
How cheerful is my voice!

14 Though angry foes beset me round,

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When God appears they fly;
So burning thorns, with crackling sound,
Will blaze and quickly die.

vi 5 Joy to the saints and peace belong,
The Lord directs their ways;
Let Israel tune th' immortal song,
To his immortal grace.

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118. SECOND PART. C. M.-New Cambridge.

Public praise for deliverance from death.

1 LORD, thou hast heard thy servant cry,
And rescu'd from the grave;
Now shall he live, for none can die
If God resolve to save.

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