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ADORATION AND PRAISE.
For ever let thy boundless grace
My sweetest thoughts employ.
4 When nature faints, around my bed
Let thy bright glories shine,
And death shall all its terrors lose
In raptures so divine.
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To Christ the good Shepherd.
1 'T'O thee, my Shepherd and my Lord,
1 A. gratefull song I’ll raise ;
0 let the meanest of thy flock
Attempt to sing thy praise.
2 Vain the attempt! what tongue can speak
A subject so divine ?
Do justice to so vast a theme,
And praise a love like thine ?
3 Love, that could bring thy willing feet
From that bless’d world on high,
From thy great Father’s dear embrace,
To suffer, bleed and die I
4 My life, my joy, my hope, I owe
To this amazing love;
Ten thousand thousand comforts here,
And nobler bliss above.
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The same,
1 IN one harmonious, cheerful song,
* Ye happy saints, combine ;
Loud let it sound from every tongue—
The Saviour is divine.
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