6 Such are the wonders of our God,
And such th' amazing depths of grace,
To save from wrath's vindictive rod,
The chosen sons of Adam's race.

7 With grateful songs, then let our souls
Surround our gracious Father's throne;
And all between the distant poles.
His truth and mercy ever own.

Holiness of God....Isaiah viii. 13.

1 HOLY and rev'rend is the uame
Of our eternal King;

Thrice holy Lord, the angels cry-
Thrice holy, let us sing!

[2 Heaven's brightest lamps with him compar'd,.
Are mean, and look but dim !
The fairest angels have their spots,
When once compar'd with him.]

3 Holy is he in all his works,
And truth is his delight;

But sinners and their wicked ways
Shall perish from his sight.

4 The deepest rev'rence of the mind,
Pay, O my soul, to God;

Lift with thy hands a holy heart,
To his sublime abode.

5 With sacred awe pronounce his name,

Whom words nor thoughts can reach;
A broken heart shall please him more
Than the best forms of speech.

6 Thou, holy God! preserve my soul
From all pollution free;

The pure in heart are thy delights.
And they thy face shall see.

Immutability of God....Psalm, cii. 25...28. 1 THRO' endless years thou art the same, O thou eternal God!

Ages to come shall know thy name,
And tell thy works abroad.

2 The strong foundations of the earth
Of old by thee were laid;

By thee the beaut'ous arch of heaven
With matchless skill was made.

3 Soon shall this goodly frame of things,
Form'd by thy pow'rful haud,
Be like a vesture laid aside,
And chang'd at thy command.
4. But thy perfections all divine,
Eternal as thy days,
Thro' everlasting ages shine,
With undiminished rays.

5 Thy children's children still thy care,
Shall own their father's God--

To latest times thy favor share,
And spread thy praise abroad.
14. L. M. SCOTT.

Incomprehensibility of God....Job xi. 1.

1 WHAT finite pow'r, with ceaseless toil, Can fathom the eternal mind?

Or who th' Almighty Three and One,
By searching to perfection find?

2 Angels and men in vain may raise
Harmonious, their adoring songs;
The lab'ring thoughts sink down opprest
And praises die upon their tongues.

3 Yet would I lift my trembling voice,
A portion of his ways to sing;

And, mingling with his meanest works,
My humble, grateful tribute bring.

Love of God....1 John iv. 8.

1 COME, ye that know and fear the Lord,
And raise your soul above;
Let ev'ry heart and voice accord,
To sing, that God is love.

2 This precious truth his word declares,
And all his mercies prove;
Jesus, the gift of gifts appears,
To show that God is love.
3 Behold! his patience lengthen'd out,
To those who from him rove;
And calls effectual reach their hearts,
To teach them, God is love.

4 The work begun is carried ou,
By pow'r from heaven above;
And ev'ry step, from first to last,
Proclaims, that God is love.

[5 And O that you, whose barden'd hearts
No fears of hell can move,
May hear the gospel's mildest voice,
That tells you, God is love.]

6 Thousands, once vile and base as you,
Surround the throne above;

The grace that chang'd, has tun'd their hearts

To sing, that God is love.

70 may we all, while here below,

This best of blessings prove;

Till warmer hearts, in brighter worlds,
Shall shout, that God is love.

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Love of God, or Christ's death the effect, not the cause, of God's love to his chosen....John, iii. 16.

1 'TWAS not to make Jehovah's love
Towards the sinner flame,

That Jesus, from his throne above,
A suff'ring man became.

2 'Twas not the death which he endur'd,
Nor all the pangs he bore,
That God's eternal love procur'd;
For God was love before.

3 He loved the world of his elect,
With love surpassing thought;
Nor will his mercy e'er neglect
The souls so dearly bought.

4 The warm affections of his breast
Towards his children burn;
And in this love he'll ever rest,
Nor from his oath return.

17. L. M. BLACKLOCK.
Majesty of God....Psalm civ.

1 COME, O my soul, in sacred lays,
Attempt thy great Creator's praise;
But O, what tongue can speak his fame!
What mortal verse can reach the theme!
2 Enthron'd amidst the radient spheres,
He glory like a garment wears;
To form a robe of light divine,

Ten thousand suns around him shine.
[3 Before his throne a glitt'ring band
Of cherubs and of seraphs stand;
Ethereal spirits, who, in flight,
Outwing the active rays of light.]

A To God all nature owes its birth;
He form'd this pond'rous globe of earth;
He rais'd the glorious arch ou high,
And measur'd out the azure sky.
5 In all our Maker's grand designs,
Omnipotence with wisdom shines;
His works, thro' all his wond'rous frame,
Bear the great impress of his name.
6 Rais'd on devotion's lofty wing,
Do thou, my soul, bis glories sing;
And let his praise employ thy tongue,
Till list'ning worlds applaud the song!

18. L. M. SCOTT.

Mercies of Trod inestimable....Psalm cxxxix. 17, 18.
1 THE glitt'ring spangles of the sky,
The sands which spread th’extended shore,
These could I number, yet, my God,

I ne'er could count thy mercies o'er!
2 This curious frame, these noble pow'rs,
To thy creating hand I owe;

Thy providence preserves me safe,
And crowns my every wish below.
3 Oft in the visions of the night,
My thoughts still on thy mercies rove;
And ev'ry midnight wakeful hour,
I trace the wonders of thy love.
4 The pleasant, unexhausted theme
Each rising morn my soul pursues—
In fervent prayer ascends to thee,
And still her grateful song renews.

5 Nor days, nor nights, nor months, nor years,
Nor centuries would e'er suffice