Mortals awake with angels join My God affift me while I raise Moft precious in our Saviour's fight Mighty God while angels blefs thee Now for a tune of lofty praise No more dear Saviour will I boast, Now let us raise our cheerful strains Op'ner of the blinded eyes win God my fun thy blifsful rays Othou in whom the Gentiles truft O for a fhout of facred joy Our shepherd alone Our Father whose eternal fway Peace! tis the Lord Jehovah's hand Poor, weak and worthlefs tho' llam 192 8 56 66 85 9.7 128 131 148 153 153 157 $59 168 201 Tho' various names, O Lord divide Thy ways O Lord with wife defign To diftant lands thy gofpel fend Tis not the law of ten commands The king of faints how fair his face There is a fountain fill'd with blood The wonders Lord thy love has wrought Th' Almighty fpake and Gabriel fped This day be grateful homage paid Twas finish'd faith the faithful God The Lord my pafture fhall prepare Th' Eternal fpeaks all heaven attends 'Tis finifh'd the Redeemer faid ?Tis finifh'd fo the Saviour cried Stroke to a mobber- Y Satan transform'd in guise of light thesda Modod J 71 1973 148 over So fair a face bedew'd with tears.ie' read -'a dhood an Stretch'd on the cross the Saviour dies Sages of ancient letter'd times Salvation, O, the joyful found See Ifrael's gentle thepherd ftand Sing the triumphs of your conq'ring head 70 +127 145 To God the Father, God the Son To fing Immanuel's grace divine Whilft Elders fall before thy throne What wisdom, majefty and grace When by the tempter's wiles betray'd When Ifrael's grieving tribes complain'd When God would manifeft his grace When first the God of boundlefs grace We blefs the prophet of the Lord Whilft we are marching through Wake thou my fword Jehovah faid What bleffings in the Lamb abound Why finks my weak desponding mind We now arife, the light is come With joy we meditate the grace With folemn fhout we fing thy praise Worthy is Chrift our paschal lamb Worthy art thou the first of days Where two or three with sweet accord 67 79 Yes the Redeemer rofe Srob . Pri A 140 180 187 189 HYMN I. L. M. [RICHARDS.] TH HOUGH various names, O Lord divide The diff'ring tribes, of Adam's race; Yet all to him, to thee allied, Are fons of wrath, and heirs of grace. ; 2 One law of death condemns the whole, 3 From one, all nations, kindreds fprung; HYMN II. L. M. [RICHARDS.] W 2 Thou Lord, art worthy, loud they cry, Of glory, honor, pow'r divine: B |