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BOOK III. 5 We praise thee, and would praise tliee more ; To thee our all we owe, The precious Saviour, and the power That makes him precious too.

1 ALMIGHTY King ! whose wondrous hand Supports the weight of sea and land, Whose grace is such a boundless store No heart shall break that sighs for more,

2 Thy providence supplies my food, And tis thy blessing makes it good ; My soul is nourish d by thy word Let soul and body praise the Lord.

3 My streams of outward comfort came From him, who built this earthly frame ; Whate er I want his bounty gives, By whom my soul for ever lives.

4 Either his hand preserves from pain, Or, if I feel it, heals again ; From Satan s malice shields my breast, Or over-rules it for the best.

5 Forgive the song that falls so low Beneath the gratitude I owe ! It means thy praise, however poor, An angel s song can do no more.

1 LET us love and sing and wonder, Let us praise the Saviour s name! He has hush d the Law s loud thunder, He has quench d mount Sinai s flame: He has wash d us with his blood, He has brought us nigh to God.

2 Let us love the Lord who bought us, Pitied us when enemies,