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BOOK III. Surveys the glorious realms of light, And Jesus on the throne.

3 It hears the mighty voice of God, And ponders what he saith. His word and works, his gifts and rod, Have each a voice to faith.

4 It feels the touch of heav nly power, And from that boundless source Derives fresh vigour every hour To run its daily course.

5 The truth and goodness of the Lord Are suited to its taste ; Mean is the worldling s pamper d board, To faith s perpetual feast.

6 It smells the dear Redeemer s name Like ointment poured forth ; Faith only knows, or can proclaim, Its savour or its worth.

7 Till saving faith possess the mind, In vain of sense we boast ; We are but senseless, tasteless, blind, And deaf and dead and lost.

1 How blest thy creature is, God, When, with a single eye, He views the lustre of thy word The day-spring from on high !

2 Through all the storms that veil the skies, And frown on earthly things, The Sun of Righteousness he eyes, With healing on his wings.

3 Struck by that light, the human heart, A barren soil no more, Sends the sweet smell of grace abroad, Where serpents lurk d before.