1. A Song of Praife.
W in a fong of grateful praife,
Join a of my voice I'll raife;
With all the faints I'll join to tell,
My Jefus has done all things well.
All worlds his glorious power confefs,
His wifdom, all his works exprefs;
But O! his love what tongue can tell.R
My Jefus has done all things well.
How fov'reign, merciful and free,
Has been his love to finful me;
He pluck'd me from the jaws of hell,
My Jefus has done all things well.
I fpurn'd his grace, I broke his laws,
And then he undertook my caufe ;
To fave me, tho' I did rebel,
My Jefus has done all things well.
5 And fince my foul has known his love,
What bleffings hath he made me prove?
Mercy, which doth all praile excel;
My Jefus bas done all things well.
6 Whene'er my Saviour or my God,
Hath on me laid his gentle rod;
I know in all that has befel,
My Jefus has done all things well.
Tho' many a flaming, fiery dart,
Attempt their level at my heart :
With this I all their rage repel,
My Jefus has done all things well.
8 Sometimes the Lord his face doth hide,
To make me pray, and kill m pride,
Yet on my heart it ftill doth dwell,
My Jefus has done all things well.