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Then let us not stop,
But continue in Hope,
His Purity share,
His Character bear,
[ declare. And wait for the Day Wien the Angels are sent to conduct us
When with Joy we remove [away:
To our Brethren above,
HY MN CCCLVIII.
Praise him in his Sanctity,
Praise him who in Pow'r exceeds.
Praise with Harps and Pfalteries,
Praise with Violins and Lutes. 3 Jesus is gone up on high,
Takes his Seat above the Sky;
4 Sons of Earth the Triumph join,
Praise him with the Hofts divine;
Η Υ Μ Ν
TO thee, O Lord our God and King,
whose Mercies ne'er decay, We thus in artless Numbers fing,
and thus our Praise we pay.
as wasting Time prevails;
Charity never fails. 3 From thence dow plenteous Streams and
'tis God that gives th' Increale. 4 May he your pious Alms regard,
your Warmth of Zeal approve; With ample Blessings still reward
the Labour of your Love.
we'll all our future Days
and live but to his Praise.
H Y M N CCCLX.
OME and let us sweetly join,
Christ to praise in Hymns divine!
Dying Champions for their God. 2 Sing we then in Jesu's Name,
Now as Yesterday the same;
we reign in Love,
-H Y M N CCCLXI.
CLAP your Hands, ye People all,
Praise the God on whom ye call, Lift your Voice and shout his Praise,
Triumph in his fov'reign Grace. 2 Glorious is the Lord most high,
Terrible in Majesty;
3 On himself he takes our Care,
Saves us not by Sword or Spear;
Fearless of th' invading Foe.
God protects our happy Lands;
Stands as twice ten thousand Shields. 5 Wonderful in saving Pow'r,
Him let all our Hearts adore;
H Y M N CCCLXII.
ET Earth and Heav'n agree,
Angels and Men be join'd,
The Saviour of Mankind;
And bless the Sound of Jesu's Name. 2 Jesus, transporting Sound !
The Joy of Earth and Heav'n;
No other Name is giv’n,
But Jesus came the World to fave.
They evermore proclaim,
And wonder at his Love; 'Tis all their Happiness to gaze,
'Tis Heav'n to see our Jesu's Face. 4 His Name the Sinner hears,
And is from Sin set free; 'Tis Music in his Ears,
'Tis Life and Victory : New Songs do now his Lips employ,
And dances his glad Heart for Joy. 5 Stung by the Scorpion Sin,
My poor expiring Soul,
And is at once made whole:
I hear, I feel, he did for me. 6 O unexampl'd Love!
O all redeeming Grace !
'To save a fallen Race !
What thou for all Mankind hast done!
On all the World to call,
In him who di'd for all!
For all, for all my Saviour dy'd !