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CXXXIV. THE SAME.

Hymn 22.

[O God of all grace]

O God of all grace,
Thy goodness we praise;
Thy Son Thou hast given to die in our place.
With joy we approve
The design of Thy love;
'T is a wonder on earth, and a wonder above.
Tongue cannot explain
That love of God-man,
Which the angels desire to look into in vain.
It dazzles our eyes:
Thought cannot arise,
To find out a cause why the Infinite dies.

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Or if pity inclined
Him to die for mankind,
The ground of His pity what seraph can find?
He came from above,
Our curse to remove;
He hath loved, He hath loved us, because He would love.
Love moved Him to die,
And on this we rely:
He hath loved, He hath loved us, we cannot tell why!
But this we can tell,
He hath loved us so well,
As to lay down His life to redeem us from hell.
He hath ransom'd our race;
O how shall we praise,
Or worthily sing Thy unspeakable grace?
Nothing else will we know
In our journey below,
But singing Thy grace, to Thy paradise go.
Nay, and when we remove
To the mansions above,
Our heaven shall still be to sing of Thy love.
Thrice happy employ!
We there shall enjoy
A fulness of pleasure that never can cloy.
The heavenly choir
With us shall aspire,
And gladly our loving Redeemer admire.
Thy wonders of grace
The angels shall praise,
Yet ever come short in their loftiest lays.

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We all shall commend
The love of our Friend,
For ever beginning what never shall end.
When time is no more,
We still shall adore
That ocean of love without bottom, or shore.
For this do we wait;
Come, Lord, and translate
Our souls to their perfectly glorious estate.
O hasten the day!
He will not delay,
But quickly return, and conduct us away.
Ere long we shall fly
To the regions on high,
For Israel's Strength cannot vary, or lie.
He soon shall appear,
He more than draws near;
Our Jesus is come, and eternity's here!