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XI.
[Meet and right it is to praise]
Meet and right it is to praise
God the Giver of all grace,
God whose mercies are bestow'd
On the evil and the good:
He prevents the creature's call,
Kind and merciful to all,
Makes His sun on sinners rise,
Showers His blessings from the skies.
God the Giver of all grace,
God whose mercies are bestow'd
On the evil and the good:
He prevents the creature's call,
Kind and merciful to all,
Makes His sun on sinners rise,
Showers His blessings from the skies.
Least of all Thy mercies we
Daily Thy salvation see,
As by heavenly manna fed,
Through a world of dangers led,
Through a wilderness of cares,
Through a thousand, thousand snares,
More than now our hearts conceive,
More than we can know and live.
Daily Thy salvation see,
As by heavenly manna fed,
Through a world of dangers led,
Through a wilderness of cares,
Through a thousand, thousand snares,
More than now our hearts conceive,
More than we can know and live.
By our bosom-foe beset,
Taken in the fowler's net,
Passion's unresisting prey
Oft within the toils we lay:
Sleeping on the brink of sin
Tophet gaped to take us in;
Mercy to our rescue flew,
Broke the snare, and brought us through.
Taken in the fowler's net,
Passion's unresisting prey
Oft within the toils we lay:
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Tophet gaped to take us in;
Mercy to our rescue flew,
Broke the snare, and brought us through.
Here, as in the lions' den,
Undevour'd we still remain,
Pass secure the watery flood
Hanging on the arm of God:
Here we lift our voices higher,
Shout in the Refiner's fire,
Clap our hands amidst the flame,
Glory give to Jesus' name.
Undevour'd we still remain,
Pass secure the watery flood
Hanging on the arm of God:
Here we lift our voices higher,
Shout in the Refiner's fire,
Clap our hands amidst the flame,
Glory give to Jesus' name.
Jesus' name in Satan's hour
Stands our adamantine tower:
Jesus doth His own defend,
Love, and save us to the end:
Love shall make us persevere
Till our conquering Lord appear,
Bear us to our thrones above,
Crown us with His heavenly love.
Stands our adamantine tower:
Jesus doth His own defend,
Love, and save us to the end:
Love shall make us persevere
Till our conquering Lord appear,
Bear us to our thrones above,
Crown us with His heavenly love.
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