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573.' T. 14 WE sing to God, whose tender love Not all the angels of the sky, Caus'd him to leave his throne above, Nor happy, saints abové, To dwell with sinful worms below, Have greater cause to praise than 1 And save them from eternal woe. The Saviour's dying love. 2 On fallen men he cast his eye,
2 Had I an angels heav'nly tongue, In depths of mis’ry saw them lie; Or seraphs melody, Pity'd their state, resolv'd to come,
My theme should be his praise, who hung And suffer freely in their room.
Upon the cross for me. 3 A mortal body he assum'd,
3 For thee he hangs ! my soul, rejoice; Groan'd, bled and dy'd, and was en
For thee, my soul, expires; tomb'd;
Then sing his love with thankful voice,
And years shall cease to roll, his flight,
And spread from pole to pole.
In the believer's ear!
This balsam heals his cank'ring
wounds, 5 To Jesus, our exalted Head,
And dries each anxious tear.
6. But tears of joy must ever flow Our tongues shall evermore proclain. And when I leave this world below,
For Jesus' wondrous love,
I'll sing his praise above.
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AWAKE, and sing the song The glories of my God and King,
Of Moses and the Lamb ! The triumphs of his grace.
Wake ev'ry heart, and ev'ry tongue,
To praise the Saviour's name ! 2 Jesus, the name that charmsour fears, That bids our sorrows cease ;
2 Sing of his dying love, In the poor contrite sinners' ears,
Sing of his rising pow'r: , 'Tis life, and health, and peace.
Sing how he intercedes above
For us whose sins he bore. 3 His grace subdues the pow'r of sin, 3 Ye pilgrims on the road He sets the pris'ners free;
To Zion's city, sing!
in Christ, th'éternal King! 4 He speaks, and list'ning to his voice 4 Soon shall we hear him say, New life the dead receive;
“ Ye blessed children, come !" The mournful, broken hearts rejoice, Soon will he call us hence away, The humble poor believe.
To our eternal home. 5 Hear him,yedeaf; his praise, yedumb, 15 There shall our raptur'd tongues, Your loosen'd tongues employ ;
His endless praise proclaim; Ye blind, behold your Saviour come į And sweeter voices tune the song And leap, ye lame, for joy.
Of Moses and the Lamb.
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576.* T. 155. To God the only wise,
THOU, my Light, my Leading-star, Our Saviour and our King, Who hast kindly me directed, Let all the saints below the skies And protected; Their humble praises bring.
When thy mercies, daily new,
I review, 2 'Tis his almighty love,
In the dust I fall before thee, His counsel and his care,
Lost in wonder I adore thee, Preserves us safe from sin and death, They are great, yea numberless. And ev'ry hurtful snare.
ak, 3 He will present our souls Unblemish'd and complete,
T. 249. Before the glory of his face,
IN humble, grateful lays, With joys divinely great.
The Lord :/j: of hosts we praise, 4 Once all the chosen race
His saving name confess;
And make his wonders known. Amen, Hallelujah! 5. To our Redeemer-God,
Hallelujah, Wisdom and pow'r belongs,
Amen, Hallelujah! Immortal crowns of majesty,
2 Praise to the slaughter'd Lamb ! And everlasting songs.
His love :||: we will proclaim, 576. 1. 83.
Who dy'd, us to redeem ; NOW with joyful songs appear,
Let ev'ry being that hath breath,
Extol his meritorious death, And with humble adoration,
From angels and from men, 'Fore the Lord, he's always near
To the Lamb slain
All honour doth pertain.
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581.* IN joyful hymns of praise,
O THAT we with gladness of spirit Like one man, sweetly raise Voices quite united ;
Adored and praised our crucify’d SaWith your liturgie lays
viour! Your Saviour is delighted; He'll with gracious ear
O might each pulsation thanksgiving
express, Your thanksgiving hear,
And each. breath we draw be an anFeel that he is near!
them of praise ! T. 58
2 The Lamb, who by blood our salvaWHEN allthy mercies, Lord, to mind tion obtained, we call,
Took on him our curse, and death freeAstonish'd at thy feet we humbly fall. ly sustained, Grant us still in future, thy kind di- Is worthy of praises, let with one acrection,
cord, Till in us all the aim of thy election All people say Amen, O praise ye the
Be quite obtain'd. Lord!
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To Jesus Christ, our gracious Lord; Hallelujah!
Bless, bless his name with one accord. Let heav'n and earth reply, Amen!
3 A Gro
Of PRAYER and SUPPLICATION.
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584, * T. 136.
THIS yields me joy,
Thatwith unweary'd patience heisready pow'r,
most needy, But 'tis thro' mercy I must live each hour;
And to relieve my wants is nigh, His precious death doth strength to me This yields me joy! afford,
2 Long as I live, Thus. I can all things do, thro' Christ The promises of Jesus
I'll to myself apply, to me they're pre
And pond'ring on his wonders kneel
the dust adore him,
I of his love fresh proofs receive, 4 He is my All, my Sacrifice and Priest, While here I live. My Lord and God, my Saviour Jesus
3 I'm well assurd. Christ
His love to me is tender;
Tho' I may not immediately experience grace, And gain new strength to run my fu. The succour which I ask, i’I! wait with
faith and patience, ture race; He sheds abroad in me his love divine, For he at last will help afford, I know that I am his, and he is mine. I'm well assurd,
4 Praise ye the Lord,
3 Grant me a harmless, dove-like mind,
O may I labor constantly
Endow'd with spirit's povertý,
4 In peace with all
. may I be found, share his blessing;
Clearly thy gospel-truth propound, We therefore sing with one accord:
In praying faithful be;
A share in others' welfare take,
The schemes and plots of Satan break,
Fast bound unto thy church and thee. 585.
5 Presence of mind on me. bestow, QUITE alone, and yet not lonely,
A readiness o
Friend, To execute thy will;
I my time in pray'r will spend. Partaking of thy flesh and blood,
My soul with thy love's ardor fill.
In all essentials firm and true;
Give me a trusty ear;
A constant, genuine brother's heart, 586. T, 14.
To sympathize with ev'ry smart,
And gladly others' burdens bear.
7 In converse make me tractable
And mild, in storms invincible,
And never prone to yield;
May I maintain incessantly 587.
A tender fellowship with thee,
From day to day by grace upheld. NE'ER dejected-unaffected
8 Thy unction O may I obey, May I walk before thee here;
And tread the pilgrim's rugged way,
Grant I may shun no toil;
Well exercis'd, and let me be
Anointed with thy gladd’ning oil.
I also for the rest
Of ihose, who cheerfully,
Thro' faith in thy most holy name,
The dear-bought purchase of thy Son;
O Spirit, bless, thou me,
Guide and protect me as thy child;
But not serve sin ; forbid it, God ! Preserve me thine eternally,
T. 36. 2 O may be so sensibly LORD. Jesus Christ, thy body's Head That we, in humility,
Bless us with his grace and favor, and Saviour, On us, thy children, deign to look in May he, in his mercy, grant
May rejoice in him, our Saviour; favor;
All we weep for, all we want. Our grateful hearts with thanks are overflowing, Before thee bowing: 3 May his presence constantly
Yield us joy and consolation, 2 What peace do we derive, what in the certain hope that he consolation,
Will regard our supplication, What strength from thy atoning death Grant our pray’rs, and much more give and passion!
Than we're worthy to receive. Impress'd with holy rev'rence, we a-4 This be our supreme delight, dore thee, And fall before thee.
To remain in closest union 3 Thy goodness, as thy pow's, is past With our Lord, both day and night, expression ;
And enjoy his sweet communion; We trust, that thou, whene'er with This our heav'n, while here we stay, supplication
Him to love, serve and obey. We seek thy face, in mercy wilt accept us,
And not reject us. 4 O Lord, thou great High-Priest of O THOU, who in the sanctuary
With incense for her pray'r;
Defended from all noxious air.
2 Lord, give us an attentive ear, The streams of tears, which oft thy Which may thy voice distinctly hear,
An cheeks bedewed,
to view thee stilt; Are all in our behalf for mercy plead-And priestly lips to tell thy praise, ing. And interceding.
And feet earth's rugged craggy ways
To traverse, without fearing il. 6 Omay thy church before thee bloom 3 Our hands for blessing hallow'd be, like flowers,
Our bodies temples be to thee, Unto thy praise, thro' thy atonement's
Our souls enjoy thy peace; powers;
A breeze divine our spirits cheer,
Unknown, save to thy flock of grace.
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T. 79 FLOCK of Christ, in fellowship
O MAY the God of mercies, Offer fervent supplication, Who perfecteth his praises Whether to rejoice, or weep,
Out of the sucklings' mouth,
Of his most gracious dealing,