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1 AZMON. CM.
I. O for a thous - and tongues to sing My great Re - deem - er's praise!
The glo - ries of my God and King, The triumphs of his grace!
I O For a thousand tongues to sing
My great Redeemer's praise!
The glories of my God and King,
The triumphs of his grace!
2 My gracious Master and my God,
Assist me to proclaim,—
To spread through all the earth abroad
The honors of thy Name.
3 fesus! the Name that charms our fears,
That bids our sorrows cease;
'Tis music in the sinner's ears,
'Tis life, and health, and peace.
4 He breaks the power of cancelled sin,
He sets the pris'ner free:
His blood can make the foulest clean;
His blood availed for me.
5 He speaks—and, listening to his voice,
New life the dead receive;
The mournful, broken hearts rejoice;
The humble poor believe.
6 Hear him, ye deaf; his praise, ye dumb,
Your loosened tongues employ;
Ye blind, behold your Saviour come,
And leap, ye lame, for joy.
Psalm lviii. Morning sen ice. CM.
I Early, my God, without delay,
I haste to seek thy face:
My thirsty spirit faints away,
Without thy cheering grace.
2 So pilgrims, on the scorching sand,
Beneath a burning sky,
Long for a cooling stream at hand;
And they must drink or die.
3 I've seen thy glory and thy power
Through all thy temple shine:
My God, repeat that heavenly hour,
That vision so divine.
4 Not all the blessings of a feast
Can please my soul so well,
As when thy richer grace I taste,
And in thy presence dwell.
5 Not life itself, with all its joys,
Can my best passions move,
Or raise so high my cheerful voice,
As thy forgiving love.
6 Thus, till my last expiring day,
I'll bless my God and King!
Thus will I lift my hands to pray,
And tune my lips to sing.