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Or songs of morning stars were heard,
As pure without alloy :
The first born child of grace :
Before the Father's face,
In thee, and thee alone :
The Godhead is unknown.
Thou his infinite thought ;
HYMN CXXV. c. M. [DODDRIDGE.]
Giver of True Liberty. HA
ARK! for 'tis God's own Sor that calls
To life and liberty ; Transported fall before his feet,
Who makes the pris’ners free.
And breaks old Satan's chain,
free from endless pain. 3
Into the captive heart he pours
And call on all around to seek,
True freedom by his name.
Your Father's house above ;
God with Us
* In our exalted Lamb; In whom I'm reconcil'd and free ;
All praise attend his name.
Makes my salvation sure,
And keeps my joy secure.
Receiv'd in 'realms above ;
In eyerlifting love.
Art thou, my Lamb, my God;
Grace in Chrifl, before the world began. IT WAS Anilh’d, faith the faithful God,
Before the world itself began :
2 Ere Satan dar'd th' eternal King ;
Ere Eden saw the morning fun ;
Thy perfect will, O God, was done. 3 Before that Adam disobey'd,
Himself and all his fons were thine : Those works, thy life, thy death display'd,
Confiim eternity's design.
Worthy art thou, thrice worthy, Lord !
By angels, and by men, ador'd.
Grace triumphant in Jesus.
Is thy victorious sword !
At thy commanding word.
They pierce the hardest heart :
And joy, fucceeds to smart.
Ride with majestic sway:
And make thy foes obey,
When all the chosen race
5 O may my humble soul be found
Among that favor'd band !
[IFATTS.) Glory and grace in Immanuel. W to the Lord a noble song !
Awake my foul, awake my tongue. Hosanna to th' eternal name,
And all his boundless love proclaim. 2 See where it fhines in Jesus' face,
The brightest image of his grace :
Has all his mightiest works outdone. 3 The spacious earth, and fpreading food,
Proclaim the wise, the pow'rful God,
Sparkle in ev'ry rolling star :
The noblest labour of thine hands:
Outshines the wonders of the Akies. 5 Grace !'tis a sweet, a charming theme,
My thoughts rejoice at Jesus' name !
Ye heav'as, reflect it to the ground ! 6 Oh, may I live to reach the place
Where he unveils his lovely face !
HYMN CXXX. L.M. [Peacock.]
Image of the Invisible, Now in the face of Jesus, we
God's brightest form of glory fee : Beaming with mild and heav'nly rays,
He all his Father's grace displays. ż Blest image of th' eternal God,
Here his rich glories shine abroad;
His pow'r, his truth, and love divine. 3. Of all creation the firf born ;
Of all that hear'n's bright courts adorn,
Almighty pow'r his throne sustains.
By whom the heav'ns and earth were made
Thrones, kingdoms, and dominions stand. 5 It pleas'd th' eternal fulness well,
In Christ the Lord alone to dwell;
HYMN CXXXI. C.M. [watts.]
Kingdom of Christ.
To our believing eyes!
And the old rolling skies.
That holy, happy place,