8 Write but my name upon the roll

Of Thy redeem'd above,

Then, heart and mind, and strength and soul, I'll love Thee for Thy love.

HYMN LXXXVI.

Exhortation to Praise and Thanksgiving.

1 STAND up, and bless the LORD,
Ye people of His choice;
Stand up, and bless the LORD
With heart, and soul, and voice.

2 Though high above all praise,
Above all blessing high,

your

Who would not fear His holy name,
And laud and magnify?

3 O for the living flame,

From His own altar brought,
To touch our lips, our minds inspire,
And wing to heaven our thought!

4 There, with benign regard,

Our hymns He deigns to hear;
Though unreveal'd to mortal sense,
The spirit feels Him near.

5 GOD is our strength and song,
And His salvation ours;

GOD

Then be his love in CHRIST proclaim'd
With all our ransom'd powers.

6 Stand up, and bless the LORD,
The LORD your GOD adore;

Stand up, and bless His glorious name,
Henceforth for evermore.

HYMN LXXXVII.

Exhortation to universal Praise and Thanksgiving.—
Ps. cxvii.

1 ALL ye gentiles, praise the LORD,
All ye lands, your voices raise;
Heaven and earth, with loud accord,
Praise the LORD, for ever praise.
2 For His truth and mercy stand,
Past, and present, ard to be,
Like the years of His right hand,
Like His own eternity.

3 Praise Him, ye who know His love,
Praise Him from the depths beneath,
Praise Him in the heights above;
Praise your Maker, all that breathe.

HYMN LXXXVIII.

The Lord of Hosts. - Ps. xlvi.

1 COME, and behold the works of GOD, What desolations He will make;

In vengeance when He wields His rod, The heathen rage, their kingdoms quake:

He utters forth His voice; -'tis felt;
Like wax the world's foundations melt;
The LORD of Hosts is in the field,
The GOD of Jacob is our shield.

2 Again He maketh wars to cease,
He breaks the bow, unpoints the spear,
And burns the chariot;-joy and peace
In all His glorious march appear:
Silence, O Earth! Thy Maker own;
Ye gentiles, He is GOD alone;
The LORD of Hosts is in the field,
The GOD of Jacob is our shield.

HYMN LXXXIX.

The Song of Songs.

1 COME let us sing the song

of songs, The song which saints in glory sing; The homage which to CHRIST belongs, To-day let babes and sucklings bring. 2 Youth in its prime, and failing Age, With hearts and voices swell the strain, To cheer their steps on pilgrimage, "Worthy the Lamb, for He was slain!" 3 Slain to redeem us by His blood,

To cleanse from every sinful stain, And make us kings and priests to GOD, "Worthy the Lamb, for He was slain!"

4 To Him who suffer'd on the tree,

Our souls at His soul's price to gain,

Blessing, and praise, and glory be: "Worthy the Lamb, for He was slain!" 5 To Him, enthroned by filial right,

All power in heaven and earth proclaim, Honour, and majesty, and might:

"Worthy the Lamb, for He was slain!" 6 Come, Holy Spirit, from on high,

Our faith, our hope, our love sustain, Living to sing, and dying cry,

"Worthy the Lamb, for He was slain!" 7 Yea, in eternity of bliss,

If call'd through grace with Him to reign, Our songour song of songs, be this, "Worthy the Lamb, for He was slain!"

HYMN XC.

"Glory to God in the Highest.—Luke ii. 13.

1 SONGS of praise the angels sang,
Heaven with hallelujahs rang,
When JEHOVAH's work begun,
When He spake, and it was done.
2 Songs of praise awoke the morn,
When the Prince of Peace was born;
Songs of praise arose, when He
Captive led captivity.

3 Heaven and earth must pass away,
Songs of praise shall crown that day;
GOD will make new heavens, new earth,
Songs of praise shall hail their birth.

4 And can man alone be dumb, Till that glorious kingdom come? No;-the Church delights to raise Psalms, and hymns, and songs of praise. 5 Saints below, with heart and voice, Still in songs of praise rejoice; Learning here, by faith and love, Songs of praise to sing above. 6 Borne upon their latest breath, Songs of praise shall conquer death; Then, amidst eternal joy,

Songs of praise their powers employ.

HYMN XCI.

Angels with Men, rejoicing in God.

1 GIVE glory to the LORD,
Extol His holy name,

Let men and angels' tongues record
His everlasting fame.

2 While we His love relate,

Who saves the lost from hell,
O ye who kept your first estate,
His sovereign power forth tell!

3 Among our fallen race,

The living yet are we;

This is our day, our day of grace,
The last we e'er may see.

4 Confess we then our sin,

Repent, believe, and pray;