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How shall we finful dust draw nigh,

Thy great and awful majesty?
3 Glory to thee, auspicious Lamb !

Thou holy Lord, thou great I Am !
With all our pow'rs thy grace we bless;

Our joy, our peace, our righteousáess! 4 Live, ever glorious Jefus'! live,

Worthy all bleflings to receive !
Worthy on high enthron'd to fit,

With ev'ry pow'r beneath thy feet ! 5 Blessings forever on the Lamby

Who bore the curse for sinful man:
Let angels found the facred name;
And ev'ry creature say amen.

Tour Redeemer's glorious name,

Awake the sacred song!
Oʻmay his love immortal fame!)

Tune ev'ry heart and tongue.
2 His love, what mortal thought can reach?

What mortal tongue display?
Imagination's utmost stretch

In wonder dies away.
3 He left his radiant throne on high ;

Left the bright realms of bliss,
And came to earth to bleed and die !

Was ever love like this!
4 Dear Lord, while we adoring pay

Our humble thanks to thee;

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May ev'ry heart with rapture say,

The Saviou: did for me.
5 O may the sweet, the blissful theme,

Fill.every heart and tongue ;
Till strangers love thy charming name,
And join the sacred song.
HYMN CXCII. L. M. [Atts.]

OY to the world : the Lord is come ;

Let earth receive her king :
Let ev'ry heart prepare him room,

And heav'n'and nature fing.
2 Joy to the earth, the Saviour reigns ;

Let men their songs employ :
While fields and foods, rocks, hills and plains

Repeat the sounding joy.
3 No more let fins and sorrows grow,

Nor thorns infelt the ground;
He comes to make his blessings flow

Far as the curse is found. 4 He rules the world with truth and gracey

And makes the nations prove,
The glories of his righteousness.

And wonders of his love.'

TORTHY is Chrift, our Paschal Lamb,

On God's eternal throne to reign :
For he for us, for us, was laini

2 For ev'ry people, land, and tongue,

He calls his royal, conqu’ring throng
Let all thy holts, thy grace confess,

And call thee, Lord our righteousnefs. Ź We praise thee, thou whose fpirit rests

On us thy kings, on us thy pricts:
Redeem'd to banquet with our God,

And bought, and ransom'd by his blood. 4 Let ev'ry spirit now with thee;

And all on earth, and all on fea,
Thy wifdom blefs, and fill thy tlirone,

Wich worship due to thee alone. 5 Be pow'r and riches ever thine,

And strength and Majesty divine ;
By ev'ry creature reign ador'd,
The only, everlasting Lord.

ORY unto Jesus bei

From the curfe he fet us free ;
All our guilt on him' was laid,

He the ransom fully paid.
2 All his glorious work is done,

God's well pleased in his Son;
For he rais'd him from the dead,

And he reigns his church's head.
3 His redeem'd his praise fout fortir,

Ever glorying in his worth ;
Angels fing around the thirone,
" Thou art worthy! Thou alone !

4 He will soon return again,

And his faints with him shall reign ;
In this hope they joyful say,
Come Lord Jesus ; come away.


HOSANNA to the Prince of light,

That cloth’d himself in clay :
Enter'd the iron gates of death,

And tore the bars away.
2 Death is no more the king of dread

Since our Immanvel rose ;
He took the tyrant's fling away,

And spoild our hellifh foes.
3 See how the conq'ror mounts aloft,

And to his Facher flies,
With scars of honour in his flesh,

And triumph in his eyes.
4 Raise your devotion, mortal tongues,

To reach his blest abode,
Sweet be the accents of your fongs,

To our incarnare God.
Ś Bright angels, strike your loudest strings,

Your sweetest voices raise ;
Let heav'n and all created things,

Sound our Immanuel's praise.

[WATTS' PSAL. 49.)

Praise. 10

FOR a fhout of facred joy,
To God the for’reign King!


C. M.

Let ev'ry land their tongues employ,

And hymns of triumph sing.
2 Jesús our God ascends on high,

His heav'nly guards around,
Attend him rising thro' the sky,

With trumpet's joyful sound.
3 While angels shout and praise their King,

Let mortals learn their strains :
Let all the earth his honours sing ;

O'er all the earth he reigns.
4 Rehearse his praise with awe profound;

Let knowledge lead the fong;
Nor mock him with a folemn sound

Upon a thoughtless tongue.
5 In Ifr'el stood his ancient throne,

He lov'd that chosen race ;
But now he calls the world his own,
And heathens talte his

6 The Gentile nations are the Lord's,

There Abra'm'sGod is known,
While pow'rs and princes, shields and swords,
Submit before his throne.


HYMN CXCVII. C. M. [Rippon's CULL}

OT unto us, but thee alone,

Bleft Lamb, be glory giv’n !
Here shall thy praises be begun;

And carried on in heav'n.
2 The host of spirits now with thee

Eternal Anthems ling:


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