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3 Sing Oye heav'ns ! burst into praise
Thou earth and let the anthem roll,
I have a rich almighty friend ;
He freely loves and without end.
And brought me to his chosen fold. 3 He cheers my heart, my warts supplies,
And says that I fhall shortly be
C. M. [COWPER.) ]
Fountain opened. 'T
'HERE is a fountain fil'd with blood,
Drawn from Immanuel's veins ; And finners plung'd beneath that flood,
Lose all their guilty ftains.
That fountain in his day;
Shall never lose its pow'r,
Till all the ranfom'd church of God
Be fav’d, to fin no more.
Thy flowing wounds supply,
And shall be till I die. 5 But when this lisping, stamm'ring tongue,
Lies silent in the grave,
Increase of the Church.
Thro’ distant lands his triumphs spread, And finners, freed from endless pains,
Own him their Saviour and their head. 2 His sons and daughters from afar, it
Daily at Zion's gate arrive ;
By sov'reign grace are made alive. 3 Oppressors now beneath his feet,
O'ercome by his victorious pow'r ;
And proud blafphemers learn t'adore. 4 Gentiles and Jews his laws obey,
Nations remore their off'rings bring,
To their exalted God and King.
And ev'ry foe his pow'r subdue
While angels celebrate his praise,
And faints his growing glories Chew, 6 Loud hallelujahs to the Lamb,
From all below and all above;
In fongs, as lasting, as his love,
King of nations.
Does his successive journies run ;
'Till moons shall wax and wane no more, 2 For him shall endless pray’r be made,
And praises throng to crown his head;
With ev'ry morning sacrifice,
Dwell on his love with sweetest song i
Their early bleflings on his name.
Dcath and the curse are known no more :
More blessings, than their father loft. 6 Let ev'ry creature rise and bring,
Peculiar honors to their King ;
Angels defcend with songs again,
(WESLET'S COLL.] Kingdom of Chrift. ! ALL bail, incarnate God!
The wond'rous things foretold
of glory rear, 2 To thee the hoary head,
Its silver honors pays :
And bow to thee, all conqu’ring King! 3 O habe, victorious Prince,
That happy glorious day,
And bear our shouts beyond the skies, 4 All hail, triumphant Lord !
Eternal be thy reign ;
HYMN XLV. C.'m. [5. STENNETT.]
Mercy and Truth.
From mis’ry, shame and fin. 2 Quick through the realms of light and bliss,
The joyful tidings rạn,
That God would dwell with man.
And ask'd with strange surprise,
Or look with pitying eyes?"
And quickly thus reply'd,
And justice fatisfyd.
Demand, the finner's blood." 6 He fpake, and heav'n's high arches rung;
Praise, ev'ry tongue employs,
Messenger of the Covenant.
Descends to men belaw,