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Come sound his praise abroad

Hymnal: CHAL1814 #11 (1814) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1. Come, sound his praise abroad, And hymns of glory sing! Jehovah is the Sov'reign God, The universal King. 2. He form'd the deeps unknown; He gave the seas their bound; The watery worlds are all His own, And all the solid ground. 3. Come, worship at His throne; Come, bow before the Lord. We are His works, and not our own; He form'd us by his Word. 4. To day attend His voice, Nor dare provoke His rod; Come, like the people of his choice, And own your gracious God! Topics: Praise and Thanksgiving Languages: English
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My Maker and my King!

Hymnal: CHAL1814 #21 (1814) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 My Maker, and my King! To thee my all I owe; Thy sov'reign bounty is the spring, From whence my blessings flow. 2 Thou ever good and kind! A thousand reasons move, A thousand obligations bind My heart to grateful love. 3 The creature of Thy hand, On thee alone I live. My God! thy benefits demand More praise than tongue can give. 4 O what can I impart When all was thine before? Thy love demands a thankful heart: The gift, alas! how poor! 5 Shall I withhold thy due? And shall my passions rove? Lord, make me to thy service true, And fill me with thy love. 6. O let thy grace inspire My soul with strength divine; Let all my pow'rs to thee aspire; And all my days be thine. Topics: Praise and Thanksgiving Languages: English
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O bless the Lord, my soul!

Hymnal: CHAL1814 #22 (1814) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 O bless the Lord, my soul, Let all within me join, And aid my tongue to bless his name, Whose favors are divine. 2 O bless the Lord, my soul! Nor let his mercies lie Forgotten in unthankfulness, And without praises die. 3 'Tis he forgives our sins; 'Tis he relives thy pain; 'Tis he that heals thy sicknesses, And gives thee strength again. 4 He crowns thy life with love, When rescu'd from the grave, He that redeem'd our souls from death Hath boundless pow'r to save. 5 He fills the poor with good; He gives the suff'rers rest; The Lord hath justice for the proud, And mercy for th' oppressed. 6 His wondrous works and ways, He made by Moses known; But sent the world his truth and grace By his beloved Son. Topics: Praise and Thanksgiving Languages: English
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O Lord, our heavenly King!

Hymnal: CHAL1814 #25 (1814) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 O Lord, our heav'nly King! Thy name is all divine. Thy glories round the earth are spread, And o’er the heav’ns they shine. 2 When to Thy works above I raise my wond’ring eyes, And see the moon, thy hands have form'd, In all her splendour rise: 3 When I survey the stars, That fill the vaulted sky:— Lord, what is man, that he should stand, In thy regard so high? 4 Or what the son of man, That he should be thy care, And in the bounties of thy grace Possess so large a share. 5 Tho' offspring of the dust, (How vast the debt we owe!) Next to thine angels we are plac'd, And lords of all below. 6 Appointed for our use, The subject beasts obey, And birds that cut the air with wings, And fish that cleave the sea. 7 How rich thy favours are! How wondrous are thy ways! Of dust and worms thy pow'r can frame, A monument of praise. Topics: Praise and Thanksgiving Languages: English
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My heart and ways, O God!

Hymnal: CHAL1814 #39 (1814) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 My heart and ways, O God! By thee are search'd and seen; My outward acts thine eye observes, My secret thoughts within. 2 No spot the realms of space, Whence thou art absent, know. In heav'n thou reign'st a glorious King. A righteous Judge below. 3 Lord! if within my heart Thou aught should'st disapprove: The secret evil bring to light, And by thy grace remove. 4 If e'er I've been perverse Or foolish in thy view: Recall my steps to thy commands, And form my life anew. Topics: Character and Perfections of God Languages: English
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My soul, repeat his praise

Hymnal: CHAL1814 #56 (1814) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 My soul, repeat his praise, Whose mercies are so great; Whose anger is so slow to rise, So ready to abate. 2 God will not always chide; And, when His strokes are felt, His strokes are fewer than our crimes, And lighter than our guilt. 3 High as the heav’ns are rais'd, Above the ground we tread, So far the riches of his grace Our highest thoughts exceed. 4 His power subdues our sins; And his forgiving love Far as the east is from the west, Doth all our guilt remove. 5 The pity of the Lord, To those that fear His name, Is such as tender parents feel; He knows our feeble frame. 6 Our days as are the grass, Or like the morning flower! If one sharp blast sweep o’er the field It withers in an hour. 7 But Thy compassions, Lord, To endless years endure; And children’s children ever find Thy words of promise sure. Topics: Character and Perfections of God Languages: English
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Grace, 'tis a charming sound!

Hymnal: CHAL1814 #60 (1814) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Grace, ’tis a charming sound! Harmonious to the ear! Heav'n with the echo shall resound, And all the earth shall hear. 2 Grace first contriv'd a way To save rebellious man; And all the steps that grace display Which drew the wondrous plan. 3 Grace leads my roving feet To tread the heav'nly road; And new supplies each hour I meet, While pressing on to God. 4 Grace all the work shall crown, Through everlasting days; It lays in heav'n the topmost stone, And well deserves the praise. Topics: Character and Perfections of God Languages: English
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Give to the winds thy fears

Hymnal: CHAL1814 #82 (1814) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Give to the winds thy fears, Hope, and be undismay'd: God hears thy sighs, and counts thy tears, God shall lift up thy head. 2 Through waves and clouds and storms, He gently clears thy way: Wait thou his time, so shall this night Soon end in joyous day. 3 What though thou rulest not; Yet heave'n, and earth, and hell, Proclaim, God sitteth on the throne, And ruleth all things well. 4 Thine everlasting truth, Father, thy ceaseless love, Sees all thy children's wants, and knows What best for each will prove. 5 And whatsoe'er thou will'st, Thou dost, O King of kings; What thine unerring wisdom chose, thy pow'r to being brings. 6 Thou seest our weakness, Lord; Our hearts are known to thee. O lift thou up the sinking head, Confirm the feeble knee. 7 Let us in life, in death, Thy steadfast truth declare; And publish with our latest breath Thy love and guardian care. Topics: Divine Providence and Government Languages: English
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Sure there's a righteous God

Hymnal: CHAL1814 #85 (1814) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Sure there’s a righteous God, Nor is religion vain; Though men of vice may boast aloud, And men of grace complain. 2 I saw the wicked rise, And felt my heart repine, While haughty fools, with scornful eyes, In robes of honour shine. 3 Their impious tongues blaspheme The everlasting God; Their malice blasts the good man’s name, And spreads their lies abroad. 4 The tumults of my thought Held me in deep suspense, Till to thy house my feet were brought, To learn thy justice thence. 5 Thy Word with light and pow'r Did my mistakes amend; I view'd the sinner’s life before, But here I learnt their end. 6 Lord, at thy feet I bow, My thoughts no more repine. I call my God my portion now, And all my pow'rs are thine. Topics: Divine Providence and Government Languages: English
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Raise your triumphant songs

Hymnal: CHAL1814 #95 (1814) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Raise your triumphant songs, To an immortal tune; Let the wide earth resound the deeds Celestial grace has done. 2 Sing, how eternal love Its chief beloved chose, And bade him raise our wretched race From their abyss of woes. 3 His hand no thunder bears; No terror clothes his brow; No bolts to drive our guilty souls To fiercer flames below. 4 'Twas mercy fill'd the throne, No wrath stood frowning by, When Christ was sent with pardon down To rebels doom'd to die. 5 Now sinners, dry your tears; Let hopeless sorrow cease; Bow to the sceptre of his love, And take the offer'd peace. Topics: Mission and Nativity of Christ Languages: English

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