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5 Lord, submissive make us go,
Gladly leaving all below;

Only thou our leader be,
And we still will follow thee.

Rev. John Cennick (1717-1755.)

The Glorious King.

10s & 11s.

1 Он! worship the King all-glorious above: Oh! gratefully sing his power and his love; Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of Days,

Pavilioned in splendor and girded with praise.

2 We sing of thy might, we sing of thy grace, Whose robe is the light, whose canopy

space;

Thy chariots of wrath the thunder-clouds form,

And dark is thy path on the wings of the storm.

3 Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail, In thee do we trust, nor find thee to fail; Thy mercies, how tender, how firm to the end,

Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and
Friend.

4 Oh! measureless Might, ineffable Love, While angels delight to hymn thee above, Thy ransomed creation, though feeble their lays,

With true adoration shall sing to thy praise.

Sir Robert Grant (1785-1838.)

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The Voice of Praise.

C. M

1 LIFT up to God the voice of praise,
Whose breath our souls inspired;
Loud and more loud the anthem raise,
With grateful ardor fired.

2 Lift up to God the voice of praise,
Whose goodness, passing thought,
Loads every minute, as it flies,
With benefits unsought.

3 Lift up to God the voice of praise,
From whom salvation flows,

Who sent his Son our souls to save
From everlasting woes.

4 Lift up to God the voice of praise,
For hope's transporting ray,

Which lights, through darkest shades of death,

To realms of endless day.

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Rev. Ralph Wardlaw (1779–1853.)

Marching Heavenward.

8s & 7s, D.

1 THROUGH the night of doubt and sorrow

Onward goes the pilgrim band, Singing songs of expectation,

Marching to the promised land.
Clear before us through the darkness
Gleams and burns the guiding light;
Brother clasps the hand of brother,

Stepping fearless through the night.
2 One the strain that lips of thousands
Lift as from the heart of one;
One the conflict, one the peril,
One the march in God begun:

One the gladness of rejoicing
On the far eternal shore,
Where the one Almighty Father
Reigns in love for evermore.

3 Onward, therefore, pilgrim brothers,
Onward with the cross our aid!
Bear its shame, and fight its battle,
Till we rest beneath its shade.
Soon shall come its great awaking,
Soon the rending of the tomb;
Then the scattering of all shadows,
And the end of toil and gloom.

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Bernhardt Severin Ingemann (1789-1862.) Tr. by Rev. Sabine Baring-Gould (1834-), 1867.

1 PRAISE to thee, thou great Creator,
Praise to thee from every tongue:
Join, my soul, with every creature,
Join the universal song.

Father, source of all compassion,
Pure, unbounded grace is thine:
Hail the God of our salvation!
Praise him for his love divine.

2 For ten thousand blessings given,
For the hope of future joy,

Sound his praise through earth and heaven,
Sound Jehovah's praise on high.
Joyfully on earth adore him,

Till in heaven our song we raise;
There, enraptured, fall before him,
Lost in wonder, love, and praise.

Rev. John Fawcett (1739-1817.)

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Psalm cxlvi.

L. P. M.

1 I'LL praise my Maker with my breath, And when my voice is lost in death,

Praise shall employ my nobler powers; My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures.

2 Why should I make a man my trust? Princes must die and turn to dust;

Vain is the help of flesh and blood; Their breath departs; their pomp and power And thoughts all vanish in an hour; Nor can they make their promise good.

3 Happy the man whose hopes rely On Israel's God; he made the sky,

And earth, and seas, with all their train; His truth forever stands secure;

He saves the oppressed, he feeds the poor, And none shall find his promise vain. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.)

1 PRAISE waits in Zion, Lord! for thee;
There shall our vows be paid;
Thou hast an ear when sinners pray;
All flesh shall seek thine aid.

2 O Lord! our guilt and fears prevail,
But pardoning grace is thine;

And thou wilt grant us power and skill,
To conquer every sin.

C. M.

3 Blest are the men whom thou wilt choose To bring them near thy face;

Give them a dwelling in thy house,
To feast upon thy grace.

4 In answering what thy church requests,
Thy truth and terror shine;

And works of dreadful righteousness
Fulfil thy kind design.

5 Thus shall the wondering nations see
The Lord is good and just;

The distant isles shall fly to thee,
And make thy name their trust.

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Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.)

Which was, and is, and is to come. 118, 12s & 10s. 1 HOLY, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty! Early in the morning our song shall rise to thee;

Holy, holy, holy! merciful and mighty! God in three persons, blesséd Trinity! 2 Holy, holy, holy! all the saints adore thee, Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea;

Cherubim and seraphim falling down before thee,

Which wert, and art, and evermore shalt be. 3 Holy, holy, holy! though the darkness hide thee,

Though the eye of sinful man thy glory may not see,

Only thou art holy, there is none beside

thee,

Perfect in power, in love, and purity.