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OLIVERS.

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 depend;

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

I shall behold His face,
1 shall His power adore,
And sing the wonders of His grace
For evermore.

SECOND PART.

Though nature's strength decay, And earth and hell withstand, To Canaan's bounds I urge my way, At His command.

The watery deep I pass,

With Jesus in my view;

And through the howling wilderness

My way pursue.

The goodly land I see,

With peace and plenty blest;

A land of sacred liberty,

And endless rest.

There milk and honey flow;

And oil and wine abound;

And trees of life for ever grow,
With mercy crown'd.

There dwells the Lord our King,
The Lord our Righteousness,
Triumphant o'er the world and sin,

The Prince of Peace;

On Sion's sacred height,

His kingdom still maintains;

And glorious with His saints in light

For ever reigns.

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He keeps His own secure,
He guards them by His side,
Arrays in garments white and pure
His spotless bride;

With streams of sacred bliss,
With groves of living joys,
With all the fruits of Paradise,
He still supplies.

THIRD PART.

Before the great Three-One
They all exulting stand,
And tell the wonders He hath done,
Through all their land;

The listening spheres attend,
And swell the growing fame;
And sing, in songs which never end,
The wondrous Name.

The God who reigns on high

The great archangels sing; And, "Holy, holy, holy," cry, "Almighty King!

Who was and is the same,
And evermore shall be;
Jehovah, Father, Great I AM,
We worship Thee."

Before the Saviour's face,
The ransom'd nations bow;
O'erwhelm'd at His almighty grace,
For ever new:

He shews His prints of love,-
They kindle to a flame!

And sound through all the worlds above.
The slaughter'd Lamb.

The whole triumphant host

Give thanks to God on high;

"Hail, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost," They ever cry:

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What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd!
How sweet their memory still!
But they have left an aching void,
The world can never fill.

Return, O holy Dove, return,

Sweet messenger of rest;

I hate the sins that made Thee mourn,
And drove Thee from my breast:

The dearest idol I have known,
Whate'er that idol be,

Help me to tear it from Thy throne,
And worship only Thee.

So shall my walk be close with God,
Calm and serene my frame;
So purer light shall mark the road

That leads me to the Lamb.

The Fountain Opened.

There is a fountain fill'd with blood
Drawn from Emmanuel's veins;

And sinners, plunged beneath that flood,
Lose all their guilty stains.

The dying thief rejoiced to see
That fountain in his day;
And there have I, as vile as he,
Wash'd all my sins away.

Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood
Shall never lose its power,

Till all the ransom'd church of God
Be saved to sin no more.

E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream
Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be till I die.

Then in a nobler, sweeter song

I'll sing Thy power to save;

When this poor lisping, stammering tongue Lies silent in the grave.

Lord, I believe Thou hast prepared
(Unworthy though I be)

For me a blood-bought free reward,
A golden harp for me;

'Tis strung, and tuned, for endless years, And form'd by power divine;

To sound in God the Father's ears

No other name but Thine.

Light in Darkness.

God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants His footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.

Deep in unfathomable mines

Of never-failing skill,

He treasures up His bright designs,

And works His sovereign will.

COWPER.

Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take,

The clouds ye so much dread,
Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.

Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust Him for His grace:
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.

Ilis purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour:

The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.

Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan His work in vain ;
God is His own interpreter,
And He will make it plain.

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