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PHILEMON.
3255.
[The grace and peace of God]
Grace to you, and peace, from God our Father, &c.
—3.
The grace and peace of God
The Father and the Son,
All blessings are on us bestow'd
By Two for ever One!
From God and Christ our Lord
The Spirit we receive,
And by His perfect grace restored,
In perfect peace shall live.
3256.
[Who can a pastor's heart express]
Receive him, that is, mine own bowels.
—12.
Who can a pastor's heart express,
The' unutterable tenderness,
Beyond what fondest mothers prove,
The yearning pangs of softest love?
He only comprehends, who knows
Whence every grace and blessing flows,
Who feels, but never can explain,
The bowels of the Son of man.
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3257.
[What depths of wisdom and of grace]
He therefore departed for a season, &c.
—15.
What depths of wisdom and of grace
Do we in Jesus find,
Reflecting on His wondrous ways,
And dealings with mankind!
He marks our unavailing pain,
While far from Him we rove,
And carries on the secret plan
Of His mysterious love.
Do we in Jesus find,
Reflecting on His wondrous ways,
And dealings with mankind!
He marks our unavailing pain,
While far from Him we rove,
And carries on the secret plan
Of His mysterious love.
Left to myself, in paths of vice
I scarce began to run,
When Jesus did His stray surprise,
And claim'd me for His own:
To save my soul, He came unsought,
True liberty to give,
And in the arms of mercy caught
His thoughtless fugitive.
I scarce began to run,
When Jesus did His stray surprise,
And claim'd me for His own:
To save my soul, He came unsought,
True liberty to give,
And in the arms of mercy caught
His thoughtless fugitive.
Saviour, with thankful awe I see
Thy mercy's strange design,
Which let me swerve awhile from Thee,
To make me always Thine:
A servant and a son restored
Thou kindly dost receive;
And happy with my heavenly Lord
I shall for ever live.
Thy mercy's strange design,
Which let me swerve awhile from Thee,
To make me always Thine:
A servant and a son restored
Thou kindly dost receive;
And happy with my heavenly Lord
I shall for ever live.
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