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To imitate them here, lo! we
Our Hallelujahs bring.
3 Had we our tongue's like them infpir'd,
Like theirs our fongs fhould rife;
Like them we never fhould be tir'd,
But love the facrifice.
4 Till we the veil of flesh lay down, Accept our weaker lays ;
And, when we reach thy Father's throne, We'll give thee nobler praise.
HYMN CXCVIII. P. M. [WESLEY'S COLL.]
UR Shepherd alone,
The Lord, let us bless;
Who fits on the throne,
The Prince of our peace,
Who evermore faves us
By fhedding his blood;
All hail, holy Jefus,
Our Lord, and our God.
> We daily will fing
Thy merits and praise,
Thou merciful fpring
Of pity and grace:
Thy kindness for ever
men we will tell,
And fay our dear Saviour
Redeems us from hell.
3 Preferve us in love While here we abide,
Nor ever remove,
Nor cover, nor hide
Thy glorious falvation,
'Till joyful we fee,
The beautiful vifion,
Completed in Thee!
HYMN CXCIX. L. M. RICHARDS.]
Praife. WORTHY art thou, the First of Days
Forever live, forever reign;
All bleffing, glory, pow'r and praise
Be thine, from earth's foundation flain.
2 Ye angels, bow at Jesus' feet,
Let elders tune their harps aloud,
And bending from the radiant feat,
Triumphant fpirits fhout the God.
3 Amen, the prime archangel cries,
Amen ; all heav'n returns Amen ;
Worthy is Chrift the earth replies,
And worlds repeat the glorious train.
HYMN CC. P. M.
LORY be to God on high,"
God whofe glory fills the fky
Peace on earth to man forgiv'n,
Man, the well belov'd of heav'n.
2 Sov'reign Father, heav'nly King,
Thee we now prefume to fing;
Glad thine attributes confefs,
Glorious all, and numberlefs.
3 Hail by all thy works ador'd,
Hail the everlasting Lord!
Thee with thankful hearts we prove,
Lord of Pow'r, and God of love,
4 Christ our Lord and God we own,
Chrift the Father's only Son,
Lamb of God for finners Aain,
Saviour of offending man.
5 Pow'rful advocate with God,
Juftify us by thy blood;
Bow thine ear, in mercy bow,
Hear the world's atonement thou!
6 Hear; for thou, O Chrift, alone ¿
With thy gracious Sire, art one,
One the Holy Ghoft, with thee,
One fupreme eternal Three.
HYMN CCI. L. M. [PEACOCK.]
To fing Immanuel's grace divine,
Ye faints employ your tuneful breath:
Delightful is the facred theme,
Of Jefus' love more frong than death.
2. Lo! whilft we were his enemies,
Meet objects of almighty wrath;
He paid his life a facrifice,'
His love to fhew more ftrong than death
3 Sinners to fave from endless woes,
The Father's frown he funk beneath;
The law's dread penalty he bore,
Displaying love, more strong than death.
4 Ye faints unite with those above,
Ev'n in your last expiring breath;
Unite to fing the Saviour's love,
More Atrong, more pow'rful than death.
HYMN CCII. 3. M.
Rejoicing, in the Hope fet before Us.
OW let our voices join To form a facred fong; Ye pilgrims, in Jehovah's ways With mufick pafs along.
How ftrait the path appears,
How open and how fair!
No lurking gins t' entrap our feet;
No fierce deftroyer there.
3 But flow'rs of paradife
In rich profufion fpring;
The Sun of glory gilds the path,
And dear companions fing.
4 See Salem's golden fpires
In beauteous prospect rise
And brighter crowns than mortals wear,
Which sparkle thro' the skies,
5 All honour to his name,
Who marks the shining way.
To him who leads the wand'rers on
To realms of endless day.
CHILDREN of the heav'nly King,
As ye journey fweetly fing,
Sing your Saviour's worthy praise,
Glorious in his works and ways!
Ye are trav'ling home to God,
In the way the Fathers trod,
They are happy now and ye
Soon their happiness fhall fee.
3 O, ye banifh'd feed be glad ;
Chrift our advocate is made!
Us to fave our flesh affumes,
Brother to our fouls becomes.
4 Shout, ye little flock and bleft,
You on Jefus' throne fhall relt;
There your feat is now prepar'd,
There your kingdom and reward,
5 Fear not, brethren, joyful ftand
On the borders of your land:
Jefus Chrift, your Father's Son,
Bids you undifmay'd, go on.
6 Lord, obediently we go,
Gladly leaving all below;
Only thou our leader be,
And we ftill will follow thee.
HYMN CCIV. P. M. [ROBINSON.]
! MIGHTY God, while angels bless thee,
May an infant lifp thy name?
Lord of men, as well as angels,
Thou art ev'ry creature's theme.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Glory, glory Lord be thine!