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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.
HYMN CXCI. c. M. (STEELE.]

Praife.
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.]

Praise.
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.'
HYMN CXCIII. É. N. (WAITEFIELD's cou]

Praise.
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.
HYMN CXCIV. P. M. [GLAS.]

Praise.
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.
HYMN CXCV. C. M. EWATTS'.]

Praise.

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.
HYMN CXCVI.

[WATTS' PSAL. 49.)

Praise. 10

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

F

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

grace.
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.

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

Praise.
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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