2 Praise the Lord! for he is glorious, Never shall his promise fail; God hath made his saints victorious, Sin and death shall not prevail: Praise the God of our salvation, Hosts on high his power proclaim; Heaven and earth, and all creation, Praise and magnify his name! 642. C. M. Watts. Experience of God's Grace. 1 When God revealed his gracious name, And changed my mournful state, My rapture seemed a pleasing dream, The grace appeared so great. 2 The world beheld the glorious change, And did thy hand confess; My tongue broke out in unknown strains, And sung surprising grace. 3 The Lord can clear the darkest skies, Can give us day for night; Make drops of sacred sorrow rise To rivers of delight. 4 Let those, who sow in sadness, wait Till the fair harvest come; They shall confess their sheaves are great, And shout the blessings home. 643. C. M. Beddome. Fear not. 1 Ye trembling souls, dismiss your fears; Be mercy all your theme; For mercy like a river flows, In one perpetual stream. 2 Fear not the powers of earth and hell; God will those powers restrain; His arm will all their rage repel, And make their efforts vain. 3 Fear not the want of outward good; For his he will provide, Grant them supplies of daily food, And give them heaven beside. 4 Fear not that he will e'er forsake, Or leave his work undone; He's faithful to his promises, And faithful to his Son. 644. C. M. Heginbotham. Rejoicing in God, our Father. 1 Come, shout aloud the Father's grace, And sing the Saviour's love; Soon shall you join the glorious theme, In loftier strains above. 2 God, the eternal, mighty God, To dearer names descends; Calls us his treasure and his joy, His children and his friends. 3 My Father, God! and may these lips Pronounce a name so dear? Not thus could heaven's sweet harmony Delight my listening ear. 4 Thanks to my God for every gift His bounteous hands bestow; And thanks eternal for that love Whence all these comforts flow. 645. C. M. Watts. The Same. 1 The Lord of Glory is my Light, And my Salvation too: God is my strength, nor will I fear What all my foes can do. 2 One privilege my heart desires-- Oh grant me an abode Among the churches of thy saints, The temples of my God! 3 There shall I offer my requests, And see thy beauty still; Shall hear thy messages of love, And there inquire thy will. 4 When troubles rise and storms appear, There may his children hide: God has a strong pavilion, where He makes my soul abide.