How fhall we finful dust draw nigh, Thy great and awful majesty? 3 Glory to thee, aufpicious Lamb !" Thou holy Lord, thou great I Am ! With all our pow'rs thy grace we blefs;" Our joy, our peace, our righteoufnefs! 4 Live, ever glorious Jefus! live,

Worthy all bleffings to receive!
Worthy on high enthron'd to fit,
With ev'ry pow'r beneath thy feet!
5 Bleffings forever on the Lamb

Who bore the curfe for finful man:
Let angels found the facred name,
And ev'ry creature say amen.

HYMŃ CXCI. C. M. [STEELE.]
Praife.

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Too our Redeemer's glorious name,
Awake the facred fong!
O'may his love (immortal fame!)
Tune ev'ry heart and tongue.

2 His love, what mortal thought can reach?
What mortal tongue display?
Imagination's utmoft ftretch
In wonder dies away.

3 He left his radiant throne on high;
Left the bright realms of blifs,

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;

May ev'ry heart with rapture fay,
The Saviour di'd for me.

5 O may the fweet, the blissful theme,
Fill every heart and tongue;
Till ftrangers love thy charming name,
And join the facred fong.

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HYMN CXCII. L. M. [WATTS.]

Praife.

JOY

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.

z Joy to the earth, the Saviour reigns; Let men their fongs employ:

While fields and foods, rocks, hills and plains Repeat the founding joy.

3 No more let fins and forrows grow, Nor thorns infeft the ground;

He comes to make his bleffings flow
Far as the curfe is found.

4 He rules the world with truth and grace, And makes the nations prove,

The glories of his righteoufnefs.
And wonders of his love.

HYMN CXCII. E. M. [WHITEFIELD'S COL.]

Praise.
WORTHY is Chrift, our Pafchal Lamb,

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

2 For ev'ry people, land, and tongue, He calls his royal, conqu❜ring throng Let all thy hofts, thy grace confefs, And call thee, Lord our righteoufnefs.

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3 We praife thee, thou whofe fpirit refts On us thy kings, on us thy priéfts: Redeem'd to banquet with our God, And bought, and ranfom'd by his blood.

4 Let ev'ry fpirit now with thee,
And all on earth, and all on fea,
Thy wifdom blefs, and fill thy throne,
With worship due to thee alone.
5 Be pow'r and riches ever thine,

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

HYMN CXCIV. P. M. [GLAS.]

Praife.
LORY unto Jefus be,

From the curfe he fet us free

GLO
All our guilt on him was laid,
He the ranfom 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 praife fhout forth,
Ever glorying in his worth;
Angels fing around the thirone,
"Thou art worthy! Thou alone!

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He will foon return again,
And his faints with him fhall reign;
In this hope they joyful fay,
Come Lord Jefus; come away.

HYMN CXCV. C. M. [WATTS'.]
Praife.

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 Immanuel rofe;
He took the tyrant's fling away,
And fpoil'd our hellifh foes.

3 See how the conq'ror mounts aloft,
And to his Father flies,
With fears of honour in his flesh,
And triumph in his eyes.

4 Raife your devotion, mortal tongues,
To reach his bleft abode,

Sweet be the accents of your fongs,
To our incarnate God.

5 Bright angels, ftrike your loudeft ftrings,
Your fweeteft voices raise ;
Let heav'n and all created things,
Sound our Immanuel's praife.

HYMN CXCVI.

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C. M. [WATTS' PSAL. 49.7 Praife.

FOR a fhout of facred joy,
To God the fov'reign King!

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Let ev'ry land their tongues employ,
And hymns of triumph fing.

2 Jefus our God afcends on high,
His heav'nly guards around,
Attend him rifing thro' the sky,
With trumpet's joyful found.

3 While angels fhout and praise their King, Let mortals learn their ftrains :

Let all the earth his honours fing;
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 found
Upon a thoughtless tongue.

5 In Ifr'el ftood his ancient throne,
He lov'd that chofen race;

But now he calls the world his own,
And heathens tafte his grace.

6 The Gentile nations are the Lord's,

There Abra’m'sGod is known,

While pow'rs and princes, fhields and fwords,
Submit before his throne.

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HYMN CXCVII. c. M. ERIPPON'S COLL.

Praife.

OT unto us, but thee alone,
Bleft Lamb, be glory giv'n!

Here fhall thy praises be begun,
And carried on in heav'n.

2 The host of spirits now with thee Eternal Anthems fing: