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2 Lord of ev'ry land and nation,
For the grandeur of thy nature Grand beyond a feraph's thought, For created works of power, Works with skill and kindness wrought. Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Glory, glory, Lord be thine. 4 For thy providence that governs Thro' thine empire's wide domain Wings an angel, guides a fparrow, Bleffed be thy gentle reign. Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Glory, glory, Lord be thine.
HYMN CCV. P. M. [ROBINSON.
LORD how rich, is free redemption?
2 Brightness of the Father's glory,
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Glory, glory, Lord be thine. 3 Did archangels fing thy coming? Did the fhepherds learn their lays? Shame would cover me ungrateful, Should my tongue refufe to praise, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Glory, glory, Lord be thine.
From the highest throne in glory, To the crofs of deepest woe; All to ranfom guilty captives, Flow my praise for ever flow. Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Glory, glory, Lord be thine. 5 Go, return immortal Saviour, Leave thy footstool, take thy throne, Thence return, and reign for ever, Be the kingdom all thine own. Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Glory, glory, Lord be thine.
HYMN CCVI. P. M.
Prophecy the Teflimony of Jefus.
2 In ev'ry prophetical book
Where God his decrees hath unfeal'd, With joy we behold as we look, The wonderful Saviour reveal'd : His glories project to the eye, And prove it was not his defign, Thofe glories concealed fhould lie, But there in full majefty fhine. 3 The firft gracious promife to man, A bleffed prediction appears, His work is the foul of the plan, And gives it the glory it wears. How cheering the truth muft have been, That Jefus, the promised feed, Should triumph o'er fatan and fin, And hell in captivity lead!
4 The Ancient Levitical Law Was prophecy after its kind,
In types there the faithful forefaw The Saviours that ranfom'd mankind. The altar, the lamb, and the priest, The blood, that was fprinkled of old, Had life when the people could taste, The bleffings thofe fhadows foretold. 5 Review each prophetical fong
Which fhine in prediction's rich train, The fweeteft to Jefus belong, And point out his fuff'rings and reign: Sure David his harp never ftrung, With more of true facred delight, Than when of the Saviour he fung, And he was reveal'd to his fight. 6 May Jefus more precious become; His word be a lamp to our feet, While we in this wilderness roam, 'Till brought in his prefence to meet : Then, then, will we gaze on thy face, Our Prophet, our Prieft and our King; Recount all thy wonders of Thy praifes eternally fing.
HYMN CCVII. C. M.
Ufefulness of the Scriptures. WHEN Ifrael thro' the defart pafs'd,
A fiery pillow went before; To guide them thro' the defart waste, And leffen the fatigues they bore.
2 Such is thy glorious word, O God, Tis for our light and guidance giv'n a
It fheds a luftre all abroad,
And points the path to blifs and heav'n
It fills the foul with fweet delight;
HYMN CCVIII. C. M. [S. STENNET.]
"HE counfels of redeeming grace,
And here the Saviour's lovely face,
2 Here light descending from above, Directs our doubtful feet:
Here promifes of heav'nly love,
3 Our numerous griefs are here redrest,
HYMN CCIX. P. M. [7. STRATHAN.]
OUR Father, whofe eternal fway,