The Psalms of David

XXXII. 3d Long Metre.

"O God the Father, God the Son,
And God the Spirit, Three in one,
Be honor, praise, and glory giv'n
By all on earth, and all in heav'n.

XXXIII. Or thus:

LL glory to thy wond'rous name,

A Father of mercy, God of love:

Thus we exalt the Lord. the Lamb,
And thus we praise the heav'nly Dove.
XXXIV. 3d Cammon Metre.

Nand
Now

OW let the Father, and the Sen,
And Spirit be ador'd,

Where there are works to make him known,

Or faints to love the Lord.

XXXV. Or thus:

Hnd everlafting One;
[ONOR to Thee, Almighty Three,

All Glory to the Father be,
The Spirit, and the Son.

XXXVI. 3d Short Metre.
E angels, round the throne,
And Saints, who dwell below,
Worship the Father, love the Son,
And blefs the Spirit too.

XXXVII. Or thus:

IVE to the Father praise ;

G Give glory to the Son:

And to the Spirit of his grace
Be aqual honor done.

XXXVIII. Song of Praife to the Bleed Trinity.
GIVE Immortal praite

To God the Father's love,

For all my comforts here,

And better hopes above.

He fent his own

Eternal Son,

To die for fins,

Which man had done.

2 To God the Son belongs

Immortal glory too;

Who bought us with his brood
From everlasting woe:

And now he lives,
And now he reigns,
And fees the fruit
Of all his pains.

3 To God the Spirit's name
Immortal worship give,
Whose new creating pow'r
Makes the dead finner live:
His work completes
The great defign,
And fills the foul
With joy divine.

4 Almighty God, to Thee
Be endless honors done;
The undivided Three,
And the myfter'ous One:
Where reafon fails
With all her powers,
There faith prevails,
And love adores.

-XXXIX.

O Him who chose us first,
Before the world began,

To him who bore the curfe
To fave rebell'ous man:
To him who forms
Our hearts anew,
Are endless praise
And glory due.
The Father's love fhall run
Thro' our immortal fongs;
We bring to God the Son
Hofannas, on our tongues:
Our lips adrefs

The Spirit's name
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With equal praise,
And zeal the fame.

Let ev'ry, faint above,

And angels round the throne,
For ever blefs and love,
The facred Three in One,

Thus Heav'n fhall raife
His honors high

When earth and time
Grow old and die.

-XL.

O God the Fathers throne
Perpetal honors pay

Glory to God the Son,
To God the Spirit praise :
And while our lips
Their tribute bring,
Our faith adores.
The name we fing.
XLI.-

The father and the Son,

our eternal God,

And Spirit all divine,

Three myfteries in one :
Salvation, power,
And praise be giv‘n,
By all on earth,
And all in heav'n.

XLII. Long Metre.

The HOSANNA. or Salvation afcribed to Chri
HANNA, toking Derior throne
OSANNA, to king David's Son,

We blefs the Prince of heav'nly birth,
Who brings faivation down to earth.

2 Let ev'ry nation, ev'ry age,
In this delightfill work engage;
Old men and babes in Sion fing
The growing glories of her King.

XLIII. Common Metre.
OSANNA to the Prince of grace,

H Sion behold thy King:

Proclaim the fon of David's race,
And teach the babes to fing."
2 Hofanna to th' incarnate Word
That from the Father came;
Afcribe falvation to the Lord,
With bleffings on his name.

XLIV. Short Metre.

Hof David, and of God,

OSANNA to the Son

Who brought the news of pardom down, And bought it with his blood. 2 To Chrift th' anointed King, 1 Be endless bleffings giv'n; Let the whole earth his glory fing, Who made our peace with heav'n. XLV

HOSANNA to the King,

Of David's ancient blood

Behold he comes to bring
Forgiving grace from God;
Let old and young
Attend his way,
And at his fect
Their honors lay.

2 Glory to God on high;
Salvation to the Lamb:
Let earth and fea, and fky,
His wond'rous love proclaim
Upon his head

Shall honors reft
And ev'ry age

Pronounce him blefs'd.

THE END

To find any HYMN, by the firft line.

ADORE, and tremble, for our God

Alas, and did my Saviour bleed

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All mortal vanities be gone

And are we wretches yet alive

And muft this body die

And now the scales have left mine eyes
Arife, my foul, my joyful pow'rs
As new-born babes defire the bjeft
At thy command, our deareft Lord
Attend, while God's exalted Son
Awake my heart, arife, my tongue
A wake our fouls, away our fears
Away from ev'ry,mortal care

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BACKWARD with humble fhame we look 34
Begin, my tongue, fome heav'nly theme 149

Behold how finners disagree

Behold the blind their fight receive

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