2 The God of Abrah'm praise,
At whose supreme command
From earth I rise and seek the joys
At his right hand:

I all on earth forsake,

Its wisdom, fame, and power;
And him my only portion make,
My shield and tower.

3 The God of Abrah'm praise,
Whose all-sufficient grace
Shall guide me all my happy days
In all my ways:

He calls a worm his friend,

He calls himself my God!
And he shall save me to the end
Through Jesu's blood!

He by himself hath sworn,
I on his oath dépend,

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

I shall behold his face,

I shall his power adore,

And sing the wonders of his grace
For evermore.

Hymn 168.

C. M.

1 M When I begin thy praise, Saviour, my almighty Friend,

Where will the growing numbers end, The numbers of thy grace?

2 Thou art my everlasting trust, Thy goodness I adore:

Send down thy grace, O blessed Lord, That I may love thee more.

3 My feet shall travel all the length Of the celestial road:

And march with courage in thy strength,
To see the Lord my God.

4 Awake, awake, my tuneful powers,
With this delightful song,
And entertain the darkest hours,
Nor think the season long.

Hymn 169. P. M.

Tour faithful unchangeable Friend; Whose love is as great as his power, And neither knows measure nor end. 'Tis Jesus, the first and the last,

HIS, this is the God we adore,

Whose Spirit will guide us safe home; We'll praise him for all that is past, And trust him for all that's to come.

Hymn 170. C. M.

WH

THEN all the mercies of my God,
My rising soul surveys;

Why, my cold heart, art thou not lost
In wonder, love, and praise?

2 Thy providence my life sustain'd,
And all my wants redress'd;
When in the silent womb I lay,
And hung upon the breast:

3 To all my weak complaints and cries,
Thy mercy lent an ear;

Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learn'd
To form themselves in prayer.

4 Unnumber'd comforts on my soul
Thy tender care bestow'd:
Before my infant heart conceiv'd
From whom those comforts flow'd.

5 When in the slipp'ry paths of youth,
With beedless steps I ran,

Thine arm, unseen, convey'd me safe,
And led me up to man.

6 Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths,
It gently cleared my way;
And through the pleasing snares of vice,
More to be fear'd than they.

7 Through every period of my life,
Thy goodness I'll pursue;
And after death, in distant worlds,
The pleasing theme renew.

8 Through all eternity, to thee
A grateful song I'll raise;
But O! eternity's too short
To utter all thy praise.

Hymn 171. P. M.

THOU God of my salvation,
My Redeemer from all sin,
Mov'd to this by great compassion,
Yearning bowels from within;
I will praise thee:

Where shall I thy praise begin?

2 While the angel-choirs are crying
Glory to the great I AM;
I with them would still be vying,
Glory, glory to the Lamb!
O how precious

Is the sound of Jesu's name!

3 Now I see with joy and wonder,
Whence the healing streams arose:
Angel-minds are lost to ponder
Dying love's mysterious cause;
Yet the blessing,

Down to all, to me it flows.

4 Though unseen, I love the Saviour,
He almighty grace hath shown;
Pardon'd guilt, and purchas'd favour!
This he makes to mortals known.
Give him glory,
Glory, glory is his own.

5 Angels now are hov'ring round us,
Unperceiv'd they mix the throng,
Wond'ring at the love that crown'd us,
Glad to join the holy song:

Hallelujah,

Love and praise to Christ belong.

Hymn 172. C. M.

How allows his sins forgiven!
OW happy every child of grace,

This earth, he cries, is not my place,
I seek my place in heaven:

A country far from mortal sight
Yet O! by faith I see

The land of rest, the saints' delight,
The heaven prepar'd for me.

20 what a blessed hope is ours!
While here on earth we stay,

We more than taste the heavenly powers,
And antedate that day;

We feel the resurrection near,

Our life in Christ conceal'd,
And with his glorious presence here
Our earthen vessels fill'd,

3 O would be more of heaven bestow!
And let the vessels break;
And let our ransom'd spirits go,
To grasp the God we seek;
In rapturous awe on him to gaze,
Who bought the sight for nie,
And shout and wonder at his grace
Through all eternity.

HE

Hymn 173. P. M.

[EAD of the church triumphant,
We joyfully adore thee;

Till thou appear, thy members here
Shall sing like those in glory :
We lift our hearts and voices,
With blest anticipation,

And cry aloud, and give to God,
The praise of our salvation.