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ADORATION AND PRAISE.
His hand has writ the sacred word,
With an immortal pen.
4 Recorded by eternal love,
The mighty promise shines ;
Nor can the powers of darkness ’rase
Those everlasting lines.
5 His every word of grace is strong
As that which built the skies ;
The voice that rolls the stars along
Speaks all the promises.
6 O might I hear thy heavenly tongue
But whisper, ‘ Thou art mine; ’
Those gentle words should raise my song
To notes almost divine.
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<Jesus precious to the believer.
1 TESUS, I love thy charming name,
J ’Tis music to my ear ;
Fain would I sound it out so loud
That earth and heaven might hear.
2 Yes, thou art precious to my soul,
My transport and my trust;
Jewels, to thee, are gaudy toys,
And gold is sordid dust.
3 All my capacious powers can wish,
In thee most richly meet;
Nor to my eyes is light so dear,
Nor friendship half so sweet.
4 Thy grace shall dwell upon my heart,
And shed its fragrance there ;
The noblest balm of all its wounds,
The cordial of its care.
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