3 For God, the gracious and the wife, HYMN CCCCXVII. I FATHER, how wide thy Glory fhines! how high thy Wonders rife! Known thro' the Earth by thousand Signs; by thousand thro' the Skies. 2 Part of thy Name divinely ftands, They fhew the Labour of thy Hands, 3 But when we view thy ftrange Defign, Where Vengeance and Compaffion join in their divineft Forms: 4 Here the whole Deity is known, nor dares a Creature guess, Which of the Glories brighteft fhone, the Juftice or the Grace. 5 Now the full Glories of the Lamb, adorn the heav'nly Plains; Bright Seraphs learn Immanuel's Name, and try their choiceft Strains. 6 O may I bear some humble Part HYMN CCCCXVIII. I COMMIT thou all thy Griefs To his fure Truth and tender Care, 3 Thou on the Lord rely, So fafe fhall thou go on; 4 No Profit can'st thou gain By felf-confuming Care; To him commend thy Caufe, his Ear- 5 Give to the Winds thy Fears, Hope, and be undismay'd; God hears thy Sighs, and counts thy Tears, God fhall lift up thy Head. Thro' Waves, and Clouds, and Storms He gently clears thy Way; Wait Wait thou his Time, fo fhall this Night 7 Leave to his fov'reign Sway To chufe, and to command, 8 Far, far above thy Thought When fully he the Work hath wrought, 10 Let us in Life, in Death, A HYMN CCCCXIX. ND is the lovely Shadow fled? 2 Her early short liv'd Excellence With meek Submiffion we bemoan, Snatch'd Snatch'd in a fatal Moment hence, 5 Forbids our gushing Tears to flow, The great Reward I know is mine; 6 The Pray'r is feal'd, the Soul is filed, She calls us to that heav'nly Place, HYMN CCCCXX. WOW happy, gracious Lord, are we, Divinely drawn to follow thee, Whofe Hours divided are Betwixt the Mount and Multitude; Our Day is spent in doing good, Our Night in Praise and Prayer. 2 With us no melancholy Void, No Moment lingers unemploy'd, Or unimprov❜d below; Our Weariness of Life is gone, Who live to ferve our God alone, And only thee to know. 3 The Winter's Night and Summer's Day Glide imperceptibly away, Too fhort to fing thy Praise; 4 With all who chant thy Name on high, A bright harmonious Throng, We long thy Praises to repeat, And reftlefs fing around thy Seat, The new eternal Song. HYMN CCCCXXI. God of all Grace, Thy Goodnefs we praise : Thy |