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The Primitive Methodist Hymnal, 1889011
Thy Goodness, Lord, Our Souls ConfessRev. Thomas Gibbons (1720-1785)

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011ClaphamAnonymousCommon Meter (8.6.8.6.)

1Thy goodness, Lord, our souls confess,
Thy goodness we adore:
A spring, whose blessings never fail,
A sea without a shore.
2Sun, moon and stars Thy love attest,
In every cheerful ray:
Love draws the curtains of the night,
And love restores the day.
3Thy bounty every season crowns,
With all the bliss it yields;
With joyful clusters bend the vines,
With harvests wave the fields.
4But chiefly Thy compassions, Lord,
Are in the Gospel seen:
There, like the sun, Thy mercy shines,
Without a cloud between.
5Thy Son, Thy noblest, choicest gift,
Was from Thy bosom sent
To bear from off a sinking world
Its load of punishment.
6Ours is the life, the glory ours,
And His the death and shame;
Pardon, acceptance, peace, and joy,
Are published in His name.
1 Kings8:56Blessed be the LORD, that hath given rest unto his people Israel, according to all that he promised: there hath not failed one word of all his good promise, which he promised by the hand of Moses his servant.

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