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Mercy, descending from above
My God, since thou hast raised me up
Not to the terrors of the Lord
O'er mountain-tops the mount of God
O, in the morn of life, when youth
Ou Sion, and on Lebanon
O Spirit of the living God
Oh, that my load of sin were gone
O thou that hear'st when sinners cry
O thou, to whose all-searching sight.
Our Lord is risen from the dead
O, where shall rest be found
Rise, crown'd with light, imperial Salem, rise
Rise, O my soul, the hours review
Rock of Ages, cleft for me.
Salvation doth to God belong.
The God of Abraham praise
The God of life, whose constant care
The Lord my pasture shall prepare
The mighty flood that rolls.
The morning flowers display their sweets
The race that long in darkness pined
The Saviour, when to heaven he rose
The spacious firmament on high
This is the day the Lord hath made.
To our Redeemer's glorious Name
Vital spark of heavenly flame
When all thy mercies, O my God
When gathering clouds around I view •