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How fhall we finful dust draw nigh, Thy great and awful majesty? 3 Glory to thee, aufpicious Lamb !" Thou holy Lord, thou great I Am ! With all our pow'rs thy grace we blefs;" Our joy, our peace, our righteoufnefs! 4 Live, ever glorious Jefus! live,
Worthy all bleffings to receive!
Who bore the curfe for finful man:
HYMŃ CXCI. C. M. [STEELE.]
Too our Redeemer's glorious name,
2 His love, what mortal thought can reach?
3 He left his radiant throne on high;
And came to earth to bleed and die !
4 Dear Lord, while we adoring pay Our humble thanks to thee;
May ev'ry heart with rapture fay,
5 O may the fweet, the blissful theme,
HYMN CXCII. L. M. [WATTS.]
OY to the world: the Lord is come;
z Joy to the earth, the Saviour reigns; Let men their fongs employ:
While fields and foods, rocks, hills and plains Repeat the founding joy.
3 No more let fins and forrows grow, Nor thorns infeft the ground;
He comes to make his bleffings flow
4 He rules the world with truth and grace, And makes the nations prove,
The glories of his righteoufnefs.
HYMN CXCII. E. M. [WHITEFIELD'S COL.]
On God's eternal throne to reign:'
2 For ev'ry people, land, and tongue, He calls his royal, conqu❜ring throng Let all thy hofts, thy grace confefs, And call thee, Lord our righteoufnefs.
3 We praife thee, thou whofe fpirit refts On us thy kings, on us thy priéfts: Redeem'd to banquet with our God, And bought, and ranfom'd by his blood.
4 Let ev'ry fpirit now with thee,
And ftrength and Majefty divine;
HYMN CXCIV. P. M. [GLAS.]
From the curfe he fet us free
2 All his glorious work is done,
He will foon return again,
HYMN CXCV. C. M. [WATTS'.]
HOSANNA to the Prince of light,
That cloth'd himself in clay:
Enter'd the iron gates of death,
2 Death is no more the king of dread
3 See how the conq'ror mounts aloft,
4 Raife your devotion, mortal tongues,
Sweet be the accents of your fongs,
5 Bright angels, ftrike your loudeft ftrings,
C. M. [WATTS' PSAL. 49.7 Praife.
FOR a fhout of facred joy,
Let ev'ry land their tongues employ,
2 Jefus our God afcends on high,
3 While angels fhout and praise their King, Let mortals learn their ftrains :
Let all the earth his honours fing;
4 Rehearse his praise with awe profound;
Nor mock him with a folemn found
5 In Ifr'el ftood his ancient throne,
But now he calls the world his own,
6 The Gentile nations are the Lord's,
There Abra’m'sGod is known,
While pow'rs and princes, fhields and fwords,
HYMN CXCVII. c. M. ERIPPON'S COLL.
OT unto us, but thee alone,
Here fhall thy praises be begun,
2 The host of spirits now with thee Eternal Anthems fing: