Glory to Thee, great Son of God!
Forth from thy wounded body rolls
A precious ftream of vital blood,
Pardon and life for dying fouls.
We give the facred Spirit praife,

Who in our hearts of sin and woe,
Makes living springs of grace arise,
And into boundless glory flow.
Thus God the Father, God the Son,
And God the Spirit we adore :
That Sea of Life and Love unknown,
Without a bottom, or a thore.

7. As the 148th. WATTS, altered.

Another.

TE give immortal praise

WE

To God the Father's love,

For all our comforts here,

And better hopes above:

He fent his own beloved Son

To die for crimes that we had done..

To God the Son belongs

Immortal glory too,

Who fav'd us by his blood
From everlasting woe:

In glory now fapreme he reigns,
And fees the fruit of all his pains.

To God the Spirit's name

Immortal praifes give,
Whofe new-creating pow'r
Makes the dead finner live

'Tis he completes the great defign, And fills the foul with joy divine.

Almighty God, to Thee

Be endless honors done-
The great myfterious Three,
Yet undivided One.

Where reafon fails with all her pow'rs,
There faith prevails, and love adores.

8.

As the 148th.

Another.

O him that chofe us first,
Before the world began ;

TB

To him that bore the curfe

To fave rebellious man;

To him that form'd our hearts anew,
Is endless praise and glory due.

The Father's love fhall run
Thro' our immortal fongs;
We bring to God the Son

Hofannas on our tongues :

Our lips address the Spirit's name,
With equal praife, and zeal the fame.

Let ev'ry faint above,

And angel round the throne,

For ever bless and love

The facred Three in One:

Thus heav'n fhall raise his honors high, When earth and time grow old and die.

NOW

Doxologies.

9. As the 113th.

TOW to the great and facred Three,
The Father, Son, and Spirit, be
Eternal praife and glory giv'n,

Thro' all the worlds where God is known,
By all the angels near the throne,

And all the faints in earth and heav'n.

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10. As the 148th.

God the Father's throne
Perpetual honors raise;

Glory to God the Son,

To God the Spirit praise :

And while our lips their tribute bring,
Our faith adores the Name we fing.

PRA

11. L. M.

RAISE God from whom all bleffings flow;
Praise him all creatures here below;

Praise him above, ye heav'nly hoft,

Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

12. C. M.

ET God the Father, and the Son,

And Spirit be ador'd,

Where there are works to make him known, Or faints to love the Lord.

13.

S. M.

To the eternal Three,

In Will and Effence One,

Be univerfal homage paid,
Coequal honors done.

Now
N The glories of my Savior-King,

OW be my heart infpir'd to fing

Jefus the Lord; how heav'nly fair

His form! how bright his beauties are!

O'er all the fons of human race
He fhines with a fuperior grace;
Love from his lips divinely flows,
And bleffings all his flate compose.

Dress thee in arms, moft mighty Lord!
Gird on the terror of thy fword!
In majefty and glory ride,

With truth and meeknefs at thy fide.

Thine anger, like a pointed dart,
Shall pierce the foes of ftubborn heart;
Or words of mercy, kind and sweet,
Shall melt the rebels at thy feet.

Thy throne, O God, for ever ftands;
Grace is the fceptre in thy hands;
Thy laws and works are just and right,
Juftice and grace are thy delight.

God, thine own God, has richly fhed
His oil of gladness on thy head,
And with his facred Spirit bleft
His firft-born Son above the rest.

15. L. M. WATTS'S H..

Another.

OW for a tune of lofty praise
To great Jehovah's equal Son;
Awake, my voice, in heav'nly lays
Tell the loud wonders he hath done,

Sing, how he left the worlds of light,
And the bright robes he wore above;
How fwift and joyful was his flight,
On wings of everlafting love.

Down to this bafe, this finful earth

He came to raise our nature high; He came t'atone Almighty wrath; Jefus the God, was born to die...

Hell and its lions roar'd around ;

His precious blood the monfter spilt ; While weighty forrows prefs'd him down, Large as the loads of all our guilt.

Deep in the fhades of gloomy death,
Th' Almighty Captive Pris'ner lay;
Th' Almighty Captive left the earth,
And rofe to everlasting day.

Amidst a thoufand harps and fongs
Jesus, the God, exalted reigns;
Q may his praise fill all our tongues,
And echo to the heav'nly plains.