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2. Praise, my soul, the God that sought thee,

Wretched wanderer, far astray;
Found thee lost, and kindly brought thee

From the paths of death away :
Praise, with love's devoutest feeling,

Him who saw thy guilt-born fear,
And, the light of hope revealing,

Bade the blood-stain'd cross appear. 3. Lord, this bosom's ardent feeling

Vainly would my lips express :
Low before Thy footstep kneeling,

Deign Thy suppliant's prayer to bless :
Let Thy grace, my soul's chief pleasure,


flame within me raise; And since words can never measure,

Let my love show forth Thy praise.

Doxology. 88 & 78.
PRAISE the God of all creation;

Praise the Father's boundless love;
Praise the Lamb, our expiation-

Priest and King, enthroned above;
Praise the Fountain of salvation

Him by whom our spirits live;
Undivided adoration

To the one Jehovah give.

8. F. KEY.


H. M.
1. AWAKE our drowsy souls,

And break each slothful band;
The wonders of this day

Our noblest songs demand !
Auspicious morn, thy blissful rays
Bright seraphs hail in songs of praise.
2. At thy approaching dawn

Reluctant death resigned
The glorious Prince of life,

Its dark domains confined :
Th' angelic host around him bends,
And mid their shouts the God ascends.


3. “All hail, triumphant Lord !"

Heaven with hosannas rings;
While earth, in humbler strains,

Thy praise responsive sings:
Worthy art thou, who once wast slain,
Through endless years to live and reign.
4. Gird on, great God, Thy sword,

Ascend Thy conquering car,
While justice, truth, and love,

Maintain the glorious war;
Victorious Thou, Thy foes shall tread,

And sin and hell in triumph lead. 66.

H. M.
1. All, from the sun's uprise

Unto his setting rays,
Resound in jubilees

The great Creator's praise.
Him serve alone; in triumph bring
Your gifts, and sing before His throne!
2. Man drew from man his birth;

But God his noble frame,
Built of the ruddy earth,

Filled with celestial flame.
His sons we are, by Him are led,
Preserved and fed with tender care.
3. Then to His portals press

In your divine resorts;
With thanks His power profess,

And praise Him in His courts.
How good! how pure! His mercies last;
His promise past is ever sure.

H. M.
1. REJOICE! the Lord is King !

Your God and King adore;
Mortals! give thanks and sing,

And triumph evermore:
up the heart-lift

up the voice-
Rejoice aloud, ye saints! rejoice!



2. His kingdom can not fail;

He rules o'er earth and heaven;
The keys of death and hell

Are to our Jesus given :
Lift up the heart-lift up

the voice
Rejoice aloud, ye saints! rejoice!
3. He all His foes shall quell-

Shall all our sins destroy,
And every bosom swell

With pure seraphic joy:
the heart-lift


the voice
Rejoice aloud, ye saints! rejoice!
4. Rejoice in glorious hope;

Jesus, the Judge, shall come,
And take His servants up

To their eternal home:
We soon shall hear th' archangel's voice;
The trump of God shall sound-Rejoice !



H. M.

1. Lord of the worlds above,

How pleasant and how fair
The dwellings of Thy love,

Thine earthly temples are !
To Thine abode my heart aspires
With warm desires to see my God.
2. The sparrow for her young

With pleasure seeks a nest;
And wandering swallows long

To find their wonted rest;
My spirit faints, with equal zeal,
To rise and dwell among Thy saints.
3. O happy souls that pray

Where God appoints to hear!
O happy men, that pay

Their constant service there!
They praise Thee still; and happy they
That love the way to Zion's hill.

4. They go from strength to strength,

Through this dark vale of tears,
Till each arrive at length,

Till each in heaven appears.
O glorious seat, when God our King
Shall thither bring our willing feet.

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1. The Lord Jehovah reigns;

His throne is built on high;
The garments He assumes
Are light and majesty:
His glories shine

With beams so bright,
No mortal eye

Can bear the sight.
2. The thunders of His hand

Keep the wide world in awe;
His wrath and justice stand
To guard His holy law:
And where His love

Resolves to bless,
His truth confirms

And seals the grace.
3. And can this mighty King

Of glory condescend?
And will He write His name
“ My Father and my Friend ?"
I love His name,

I love His word :
Join, all my powers,

And praise the Lord. 70.

H. M.
1. WELCOME—delightful morn,

Thou day of sacred rest;
I hail thy kind return;-

Lord, make these moments blest:
From the low train of mortal toys,
soar to reach immortal joys.


2. Now may the King descend

And fill His throne with grace;
Thy scepter, Lord, extend,

While saints address Thy face:
Let sinners feel Thy quickening word,
And learn to know and fear the Lord.
3. Descend, celestial Dove,

With all Thy quickening powers;
Disclose a Saviour's love,

And bless the sacred hours:
Then shall my soul new life obtain,
Nor Sabbaths be enjoyed in vain.



H. M. 1. ONE sole baptismal sign,

One Lord, below, above-
Zion, one faith is thine,

Only one watchword-Love.
From different temples though it rise,

ascendeth to the skies. 2. Our sacrifice is one;

One Priest before the throne
The slain, the risen Son,

Redeemer, Lord alone!
And sighs from contrite hearts that spring,
Our chief, our choicest offering.
3. Head of Thy church beneath!

The catholic, the true,
On all her members breathe,

Her broken frame renew!
Then shall Thy perfect will be done,
When Christians love and live as one.


7s & 6s.
1. THE rosy light is dawning

Upon the mountain's brow:
It is the Sabbath morning,

Arise and pay thy vow. ,

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