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Praise to the Redeemer. 8s & 7s. D.
I Mighty God, while angels bless thee,
May a mortal lisp thy name?
Lord of men, as well as angels,
Thou art every creature's theme.
Lord of every land and nation,
Ancient of eternal days !
Sounded through the wide creation
By thy just and lawful praise.
2 For the grandeur of thy nature—
Grand beyond a seraph's thought—
For created works of power,
Works with skill ami kintlness wrought;
For thy providence that governs
Through thine empire's wide domain,
Wings an angel—guides a sparrow—
Blessed be thy gentle reign.
3 But thy rich, thy free redemption,
Lark through brightness all along!
Thought is poor, and poor expression ;
Who dare sing that awful song ?
Brightness of the Father's glory,
Shall thy praise unuttered lie?
Fly, my tongue, such guilty silence!
Sing the Lord who came to die.
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Praise to Christ for his Divine Grace.
I Come, thou fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing thy grace;
Streams of mercy never ceasing,
Calls for songs of loudest praise:
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above;
Praise the mount!—I'm fixed upon it,
Mount of thy redeeming love.
2 Here I'll raise my Ebenezer;
Hither by thy help I'm come,
And I hope, by thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home;
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wand'ring from the fold of God:
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interpos'd his precious blood!
3 O! to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrain'd to be!
Let thy goodness, like a fetter,
Bind my wand'ring heart to thee:
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it;
Prone to leave the God I love__
Here's my heart, O take and seal it,
Seal it for thy courts above.