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029 This, this is the God we adore But saints are lovely in His sight,
Verse 1 He views His children with delight;
This, this is the God we adore, our faithful, He sees their hope. He knows their fear,
unchangeable friend; Whose love is as great as And looks, and loves His image there. (HOME)
His power, and neither knows measure nor end. HOME
Verse 2 031 Father, whose everlasting
Tis Jesus, the first and the last, whose Spirit love
shall guide us safe home; We'll praise Him for all Verse 1
that is past, and trust Him for all that's to come. Father, whose everlasting love
(HOME) Thy only son for sinners gave,
HOME Whose grace to all did freely move,
And sent him down the world to save. 1/5
030 Praise ye the Lord! 'Tis good
to raise Verse 2
Verse 1 Help us thy mercy to extol,
Praise ye the Lord! 'Tis good to raise Immense, unfathomed, uncon-fined;
Your hearts and voices in His praise : To praise the Lamb who died for all,
His nature and His works invite The general Saviour of mankind. 2/5
To make this duty our delight.
Verse 3
Verse 2 Your undistinguishing regard,
He formed the stars, those heavenly Flames, Was cast on Adam's fallen race;
He counts their numbers, calls their names; For all yiu have in Christ prepared
His wisdom's vast, and knows no bound, Sufficient, sovereign, saving grace. 3/5
A deep where all our thoughts are drowned.
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Verse 3 The world he suffered to redeem;
Sing to the Lord! Exalt Him high, For all he hath the atonement made;
Who spreads His clouds along the sky; There he For those that will not come to him
prepares the fruitful rain, Nor lets the drops The ransom of his life was paid. 4/5
descend in vain.
Verse 5
Verse 4 Arise, O god, maintain thy cause
He makes the grass the hills adorn, The fullness of the Gentiles call;
And clothes the smiling fields with corn; The Lift up the standard of thy cross,
beasts with food His hands supply, And the And all shall own thou diedst for all. 5/5
young ravens when they cry. HOME
Verse 5 032 The Lord is my shepherd; I
What is the creature's skill or force? shall not want.
The sprightly man, or warlike horse? The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
The piercing wit, the active limb? He maketh me to lie down in green green
All are too mean delights for Him. pastures:
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