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6 O may our more harmonious Tongues,
In Worlds unknown pursue the Songs ,
Η Υ Μ Ν IV.
Thy earthly Temples are ! To thine Abode
my Heart aspires, With warm Defires to see God. 2 O happy Souls that pray
Where God appoints to hear !
Their constant Service there!
Thro this dark Vale of Tears,
Till each in Heav'n appears.
Our Light and our Defence ;
We draw our Blessings thence:
5 The Lord his people loves,
His Hand no Good withholds
From holy, humble Souls.
With Angels round the Throne;
But all their Joys are one.
To be exalted thus;
For he was flain for us, 3 Jesus is worthy to receive
Honour and Pow'r divine;
Be, Lord, for ever thine.
And Air, and Earth, and Seas;
And speak thine endless Praise. 5 Let all Creation join in one,
To bless the sacred Name
And to adore the Lamb,
1 BEFORE Jehovah's awful Throne,
Ye Nations, bow with facred Joy;
He can create, and he destroy.
Made us of Clay, and form dus Men!
He brought us to his Fold again. 3
We'll croud thy Gates with thankful Songs,
1 INDULGENT Sov’reign of the Skies,
And wilt thou bow thy gracious Ear? While feeble Mortals raise their Cries,
Wilt thou the great Jehovah hear? 2 Look down, O God, with pitying Eyes
And view the Desolation round;
Loud let the Gospel-Trumpet blow,
And Earth's remoteft Ends draw near. 4 With gentle Beams on Britain (hine,
And bless her Princes and her Priests;
Let sacred Love o'erflow their Breasts. 5 Triumphant here let Jesus reign,
And on his Vineyard sweetly smile;
Adorn our Church and blels our Isle. 6 On all our Souls let Grace descend,
Like heav'nly Dew, in copious Show'rs; That we may call our God our Friend, That
hail Salvation ours.
United Shouts of Joy to raise ;
HY MN, VIII.
It shakes the Mountains, rends the Earth; The King appears, behold him nigh, The God by Nature, Man by Birth. 2 Run to and fro, ye Heralds, run; Proclaim aloud Prepare the Way! Redemption's glorious Work's begun, And who his potent Arm fhall stay?
3 Make Atrait the Paths before his Feet,
And ev'ry Obstacle remove;
And bow betore redeeming Love. 4. Then thall the lowly Valley rise,
Its budding Honours fpring to View;
And all is blitstul, all is new. 5 Know'st thou the Meaning, Nature'sChild?
Know'st thou the Import of the Cry?
But lo! the kind Reclaimer's nigh. 6 Mountains of Unbelief and Sin
Betore him crumble into Duft;
His all-restoring Hand to trust.
A Garden rich in Fruit and Flow'r;
Η Υ Μ Ν ΙΧ.
Thy Name be ador'd ForalltherichBlessingsconvey'dthro’thy Word !
2. In Spirit we trace
Thy Wonders of Grace,
3 The Trumpet of God