GLORIA 2 3 Metre i. PATRI. IVE to the FATHER Praife, G Give Glory to the SON, And to the SPIRIT of his Grace Metre ii. TFAC GOD whom we adore, Be Glory, as it was, is now, PRAIS Metre iii. [flow, RAISE GOD, from whom all Bleffings Praise Him all Creatures here below, Praise Him above, ye heav'nly Hoft, Praife FATHER, SON, and HOLY GHOST. Metre iv. 4TO th' eternal THREE be giv'n Praife on Earth, and Praife in Heav'n; Such as was through Ages paft, Is, and fhall for ever laft. Metre v. 5 N The FATHER, SON, and SPIRIT be TOW to the great and facred THREE, Eternal Praise and Glory giv'n, Thro' all the Worlds where GOD is known, IMM Metre vi. 6 TMMORTAL Honours, endless Fame, Attend th' Almighty FATHER's Name: The Saviour SON be glorify'd ダ Who for loft Man's Redemption dy'd, Eternal COMFORTER, to Thee. T Metre vii. O GOD the FATHER'S Throne Perpetual Honours raise ; Glory to God the Son; To GOD the SPIRIT Praise. With all our Pow'rs, i A. ABOVE thefe Heav'n's created Rounds Almighty Father! good and kind Almighty Maker of my Frame As pants the Hart for cooling Streams B. Before Jehovah's awful Throne Page 62 93 67 193 316 147 97 21 273 74 75 76 278 194 Before thy Throne, whofe Eyes can read 23 274 246 31 44 Behold us, Lord, with willing Feet Be Thou my Judge: thy fearching Eyes Bleft be thy Name, eternal Lord Confider all my Sorrows, Lord Page 249 290 94 204 158 83 God in his earthly Temple lays God of my Childhood and my Youth Great God, when thy fierce Fury ftorm'd Great God, whofe univerfal Sway 25 131 22. I 85 1 Page Great Shepherd of thine Ifrael 144 H. 2.62 312 299 54 Had not the Lord, may Ifrael say, How bleft the Man, how fafe from Harm 125 145 295 196 162 187 173 320 171 276 How great is the Meffiah's Joy 32 How long wilt Thou conceal thy Face 17 How did my Heart rejoice to hear How faft their Guilt and Sorrows rife 257 How glows with grateful Love my Breast How pleafant 'tis to fee 239 276 How pleas'd and bless'd was I 258 How pleasant, how divinely fair 159 How pleafing is the Scene, how fweet 277 241 154 88 192 How fhall the Young fecure their Hearts How sweet thy Dwellings, Lord, how fair I. Jehovah from his chofen Place I'll celebrate thy Praises, Lord I meekly waited for the Lord Immortal King! through Earth's wide Frame 218 131 267 266 44 59 304 228 231 69 |