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HYMN CCXLVIII. P. M. [RICHARDS.] Compofed for the Fourth of July. IHAIL! the first the greatest bleffing, God hath giv'n to man below;

Hail to Freedom, Independence,
Boundless, boundless may they flow!
Favor'd people, bleft Columbia, happy nation,
Freedom, Peace, be ever thine.

2 Give to God the pow'r and glory;
Own 'twas his almighty hand,

Which from Briton's ifle conducted,

Patriot Heroes to this land,

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Then a defart, wafte and howling, then a de

Now th' afylum of the earth.

3 Who fubdu'd the warlike fayage,

Nimrod hunter of the wood?
Who amid the form of battle,
In the cloud or pillar stood?

'Twas Jehovah, 'twas Jehovah,'twas Jehovah, Univerfal nature's Lord.

4 When a parent to the children,
Scorpions gave instead of bread,

Who educing good from evil,
Hungry babes with plenty fed?

Shout Jehovah, fing Jehovah, fhout Jehovah,
Praises, praises be to God.

5 High exalted, firmly feated, Independent, Sovereign, Free,

May Columbia's grateful millions

Glory, glory, give to thee.

Might, dominion, praises, bleffing, glory,

All the glory, Lord, be thine.

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6 Ev'ry nation, all the kingdoms,
Blefs! oh blefs, Eternal fire!
Man adoring, Angels hymning,
Sweep as one the golden lyre.

Rapture feeling, tranfports fhouting, praises
Hark! they cry, Amen, Amen.

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HYMN CCXLIX. P. M. [BENTLEY'S COLL.]

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Praife.

O Father, Son, and Holy Ghoft,
Be praise amidst the heav'nly hoft,
And in the church below!

From whom all creatures drew their breath,
By whom redemption blefs'd the earth,
From whom all comforts flow!

HYMN CCL. L. M.

[KEN.]

I PRAISE God, from whom all bleffings flow,

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Praise him all creatures here below

Praise him above ye heav'nly hoft,
Praife Father, Son, and Holy Ghoft.

HYMN CCLI. S. M. [BEDDOME.]

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HYMN CCLII. L. M. [WATTS.]

Praife.

TO God the Father, God the Son,

And God the Spirit, Three in One.
Be honour, praife, and glory giv❜n,
By all on earth, and all in heav'n.

HYMN CCLIII. C. M. [WATTS' PSAL. 117.]
Praife.

ALL ye nations, praise the Lord,
Each with a diff'rent tongue;

In ev'ry language learn his word,
And let his name be fung.

2 His mercy reigns thro' ev'ry land;
Proclaim his grace abroad;

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Forever firm his truth fhall ftand;
Praise ye the faithful God.

HYMN CCLIV. P. M. [RIPPON'S COLL.]

Praife.

GIVE glory to God, ye children of men, And publish abroad, again and again,

The Son's glorious merit, the Father' free

grace,

The gifts of the fpirit, to Adam's loft race.

HYMN CCLV. C. M.

WESLEY'S COLL.]

Prayer, for faith unto the end.
AIL, Alpha and Omega, hail!
Author of all our faith,

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The finisher of all our hopes,
The truth, the life, the path.

2 Hail! First and Laft, the morning ftar,
In whom we live and move;
Increase our little fpark of faith,
And purify our love.

3 O let us go from ftrength, to ftrength,
From grace, to greater grace;

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From one degree of faith, to more, 'Till we behold thy face.

HYMN CCLVI. c. M. [WESLEY'S COLL.]

Prayer and Praife.

LORD help us on thy love to feed;
In peace difmifs us hence ;

Be thou, in ev'ry time of need,
Our refuge and defence.

2 We now defire to blefs thy rame,

And in our hearts record,

And with our thankful tongues proclaim The goodness of the Lord.

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HYMN CCLVII.

'HE God of Abram praise,
Who reigns enthron'd above:
Ancient of everlasting days,
And God of love!

Jehovah, great I AM!

By earth and heav'n confess'd, I bow and bless the sacred name, For ever bless'd.

The God of Abram praise,

At whose supreme command,

From earth I rise, and seek the joys
At his right hand.

I'd all on earth forsake,

Its wisdom, fame, and power;
And Him my only portion make,

My shield and tower.

The goodly land I see,

With peace and plenty blest;
The land of sacred liberty,

And endless rest.

There milk and honey flow,
And oil and wine abound;
And trees of life for ever grow,
With mercy crown'd.

The God of Abram praise,
Whose all-sufficient grace
Shall guide me all my happy days,
In all his ways:

He calls a worm his friend!

He calls himself my God!

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