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8s and 78. Peculiar. 116. Christ, the Lamb, enthroned and worshipeda 1 HARK !--ten thousand harps and voices

Sound the note of praise above,
Jesus reigns, and heaven rejoices;

Jesus reigns, the God of love :
See ! he sits on yonder throne;

Jesus rules the world alone.
2 Jesus! hail! whose glory brightens

All above, and gives it worth;
Lord of life! thy smile enlightens,

Cheers, and charms thy saints on earth:
When we think of love like thine,

Lord! we own it love divine.
3 King of glory! reign for ever-

Thine an everlasting crown;
Nothing, from thy love, shall sever

Those whom thou hast made thine own;
Happy objects of thy grace,

Destined to behold thy face.
4 Saviour! hasten thine appearing;

Bring-Oh! bring the glorious day,
When the awful summons hearing,

Heaven and earth shall pass away ;-
Then, with golden harps, we 'll sing,
“Glory, glory to our King.”

88 and 7s.

Praise to God, the Saviour.
1 MIGHTY God! while angels bless thee,

May a mortal lisp thy name?
Lord of men, as well as angels !

Thou art every creature's theme:
Lord of every land and nation !

Ancient of eternal days!
Sounded through the wide creation,

Be thy just and lawful praise.
2 For the grandeur of thy nature,-.

Grand beyond a seraph's thought ;-
For the wonders of creation,

Works with skill and kindness wrought;
For thy providence, that governs

Through thine empire's wide domain.

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Wings an angel, guides a sparrow;

Blessed be thy gentle reign. 3 For thy rich, thy free redemption,

Bright, though veiled in darkness long,
Thought is poor, and poor expression;

Who can sing that wondrous song?
Brightness of the Father's glory!

Shall thy praise unuttered lie?
Break, my tongue! such guilty silence,

Sing the Lord who came to die :4 From the highest throne of glory,

To the cross of deepest wo,
Came to ransom guilty captives !

Flow, my praise! for ever flow:
Re-ascend, immortal Saviour!

Leave thy footstool, take thy throne;
Thence return and reign for ever;

Be the kingdom all thine own!

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S. M. 118.

Moses and Christ. 1 THE law by Moses came;

But peace and truth and love
Were brought by Christ, a nobler name,

Descending from above. 2 Amidst the house of God,

Their different works were done;
Moses a faithful servant stood,

But Christ a faithful Son. 3 Then to his new commands

Be strict obedience paid;
O'er all his Father's house he stands,

The sovereign and the head. 4 The man, who durst despise

The law that Moses brought-
Behold! how terribly he dies

For his presumptuous fault. 5 But sorer vengeance falls

On that rebellious race,
Who hate to hear when Jesus calls,
And dare resist his grace.

C. M. 119. Various Success of the Gospel. 1 CHRIST and his cross is all our theme;

The mysteries that we speak
Are scandal in the Jews' esteem,

And folly to the Greek.
2 But souls, enlightened from above,

With joy receive the word;
They see what wisdom, power, and love,

Shine in their dying Lord. 3 The vital savor of his name

Restores their fainting breath ;
But unbelief perverts the same

To guilt, despair, and death.
4 Till God diffuse his graces down,

Like showers of heavenly rain,
In vain Apollos sows the ground,
And Paul may plant in vain.

8s and 7s. 120.

The Light of the World.
I LIGHT of those whose dreary dwelling

Borders on the shades of death!
Come, and, by thy love revealing,

Dissipate the clouds beneath :
The new heaven and earth's Creator,

In our deepest darkness rise,-
Scattering all the night of nature,

Pouring eye-sight on our eyes. 2 Still we wait for thine appearing ;

Life and joy thy beams impart,
Chasing all our fears, and cheering

Every poor benighted heart:
Come, and manifest thy favor

To the ransomed, helpless race;
Come, thou glorious God and Saviour !

Come, and bring the gospel-grace. 3 Save us, in thy great compassion,

O thou mild, pacific Prince !
Give the knowledge of salvation,

Give the pardon of our sins;
By thine all-sufficient merit,
Every burdened soul release;

Every weary, wandering spirit,
Guide into thy perfect peace.

H. M. 121.

Christ, our King.
I REJOICE! the Lord is King !

Your God and King adore;
Mortals ! give thanks, and sing,

And triumph evermore :
Lift up the heart,-lift up the voice,

Rejoice aloud, ye saints! rejoice. 2 His kingdom cannot fail ;

He rules o'er earth and heaven;
The keys of death and hell

Are to our Jesus given:
Lift up the heart - lift up the voice,

Rejoice aloud, ye saints? rejoice. 3 He all his foes shall quell,

Shall all our sins destroy,
And every bosom swell

With pure seraphic joy:
Lift up the heart,lift up the voice,

Rejoice aloud, ye saints! rejoice. 4 Rejoice in glorious hope;

Jesus, the judge, shall come,
And take his servants up

To their eternal home:
We soon shall hear th' archangel's voice;
The trump of God shall sound,-Rejoice.

L. M 122. God, the Son, equal with the Father. 1 BRIGHT King of glory, dreadful God!

Our spirits bow before thy seat;
To thee we lift an humble thought,

And worship at thine awful feet. 2 A thousand seraphs, strong and bright,

Stand round the glorious Deity;
But who, among the sons of light,

Pretends comparison with thee?
3 Yet one there is, of human frame,

Jesus, arrayed in flesh and blood,

Thinks it no robbery to claim

A full equality with God.
4 Their glory shines with equal beams,

Their essence is for ever one:
Though they are known by different names,

The Father-God, and God, the Son.
5 Then let the name of Christ, our king,

With equal honors be adored ;
His praise let every angel sing,
And all the nations own him-Lord.

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The Voice of free Grace. 1 THE voice of free grace cries Escape to the

mountain !" For Adam's lost race, Christ hath opened a fountain; For sin and uncleanness, and every transgression, His blood flows most freely, in streams of salvation.

CHORUS Hallelujah to the Lamb! he hath purchased our

pardon, We'll praise him again, when we pass over Jordan. 2 Ye souls that are wounded! Oh! flee to the

Saviour; He calls you in mercy, 't is infinite favor,Your sins are increasing,-escape to the mountain, His blood can remove them, it flows from the fountain. 3 O Jesus ! ride onward, triumphantly glorious, O'er sin, death and hell, thou art more than victorious; Thy name is the theme of the great congregation, While angels and saints raise the shout of salvation. 4 With joy shall we stand, when escaped to the shore; With harps in our hands, we'll praise him the more; We'll range the sweet plains on the bank of the river, And sing of salvation for ever and ever!

C. M. 124.

Christ Precious.
1 HOW sweet the name of Jesus sounds

In a believer's ear!
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,

And drives away his fear.

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