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4 Christ of all our hopes the seal,

Peace divine in him we feel;
Everlasting life is won,
Glory is on earth begun.

5 Christ to laud in songs divine,

Angels and archangels join :
We with them our voices raise,
Echoing thy eternal praise.

6 Holy, holy, holy Lord,

Live by heav'n and earth ador’d;
Full of thee, they ever cry,
Glory be to God on high.

162.

Praise to God. (P. M.)

1 MT

IGHTY God! while angels bless thee,

May an infant lisp thy name?
Lord of men as well as angels,
Thou art ev'ry creature's theme.

Hallelujah,
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Amen.
2 Lord of ev'ry land and nation,

Ancient of eternal days!
Sounded thro' the wide creation

Be thy just and lawful praise. Hal. 3 For the grandeur of thy nature,

Grand beyond a seraph's thought;
For created works of power,

Works with skill and kindness wrought:

4 For thy providence that governs,

Through thine empire's wide domains ;
Wings an angel, guides a sparrow:
Blessed be thy gentle reign.

Hal. 5 But thy rich, thy free redemption,

Dark, through brightness all along;
Thought is poor, and poor expression,

Who dare sing that awful song? Hal. 6 Brightness of the Father's glory,

Shall thy praise unutter'd lie?
Fly my tongue, such guilty silence;

Sing the Lord who came to die. Hal. 7 Did archangels sing thy coming ?

Did the shepherds learn their lays ?
Shame would cover me ungrateful,
Should my tongue refuse to praise.

Hal. 8 From the highest throne in glory,

To the cross of deepest woe;
All to ransom guilty captives:

Flow my praise, for ever flow! Hal. 9 Go, return, immortal Saviour!

Leave thy footstool, take thy throne;
Thence return, and reign for ever,

Be the kingdom all thine own. Hal.

163. The same. (L. M.)
1 A WAKE, my soul, in joyful lays,

To sing thy great Redeemer's praise ;
He justly claims a song from me,
His loving kindness, O how free!

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2 He saw me ruin'd in the fall,

Yet lov'd me notwithstanding all ;
He sav'd me from my lost estate,

His loving kindness, O how great!
3 Though num'rous hosts of mighty foes,

Though earth and hell my way oppose,
He safely leads my soul along,

His loving kindness, O how strong. 4 When trouble, like a gloomy cloud,

Has gather'd thick, and thunder'd loud,
He near my soul has always stood,

His loving kindness, O how good! 5 Often I feel my sinful heart,

Prone from my Jesus to depart ;
But though I have him oft forgot,

His loving kindness changes not.
6 Soon shall I pass the gloomy vale,

Soon all my mortal pow'rs must fail :
O may my last expiring breath,

His loving kindness sing in death, ng Then let me mount and soar away,

To the bright world of endless day;
And sing with rapture and surprise,
His loving kindness in the skies.

164. Praise for Spiritual Blessings. (L.M.)
1
NOW

OW in a song of grateful praise,
To

my dear Lord my voice I'll raise ;
With all his saints I'll join to tell,
My Jesus has done all things well.

2 All worlds his glorious pow'r confess,

His wisdom all his works express ;
But O his love what tongue can tell !

My Jesus has done all things well.
3 How sov'reign, wonderful, and free,

Has been this love to sinful me!
This pluck'd me from the jaws of hell,

My Jesus has done all things well. 4 And, since my soul has known his love,

What mercies has he made me prove! Mercies which do all praise excel ;

My Jesus has done all things well. 5 Whene'er my Saviour and my God,

Has on me laid his gentle rod,
I know in all that me befell,

My Jesus has done all things well. 6 Soon shall I pass the vale of death, And in his arm shall lose

my

breath; Yet then my happy soul shall tell, My Jesus has done all things well,

7 And, when to that bright world I rise,

And join the anthems in the skies,
Above the rest this note shall swell,
My Jesus has done all things well.

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MISSIONARY.

165.

Christ reigning. (S. M.)

and

1

Thy providence confirms thy word,

And answers thy decrees.
The things so long foretold

By David are fulfill'd,
When Jews and Gentiles join'd to slay

Jesus, thine holy child. 3

Why did the Gentiles rage,

And Jews, with one accord,
Bend all their counsels to destroy

Th' anointed of the Lord ? 4

Rulers and kings agree,

To form a vain design;
Against the Lord their powers unite,
Against his Christ they join.
The Lord derides their rage,

And will support his throne :
He that hath rais'd him from the dead,

Hath own'd him for his Son.

PAUSE.

Now he's ascended high,

And asks to rule the earth;
The merit of his blood he pleads,

And pleads his heavenly birth,

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