How fhall we finful duft draw nigh," HYMN CXCI. C. M. [STERLE.] our Redeemer's glorious name, Awake the facred fong! O'may his love (immortal fame!) Tune ev'ry heart and tongue. 2 His love, what mortal thought can reach? What mortal tongue display? Imagination's utmoft ftretch In wonder dies away. 3 He left his radiant throne on high;' And came to earth to bleed and die ! 4 Dear Lord, while we adoring pay May ev'ry heart with rapture fay, 5 O may the fweet, the blissful theme, Till ftrangers love thy charming name, 1 HYMN CXCII. L. M. [WATTS.] Praife. Let earth receive her king : Let ev'ry heart prepare him room, 2 Joy to the earth, the Saviour reigns; While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains Repeat the founding joy. 3 No more let fins and forrows grow, Nor thorns infeft the ground; He comes to make his bleffings flow 4 He rules the world with truth and grace, The glories of his righteousness. And wonders of his love. HYMN CXCIII. E. M. [WHITEFIELD'S COL.] Praife. WORT bow'd is head, and bore our shame, WORTHY is Chrift, our Pafchal Lamb, On God's eternal throne to reign:' 2 For ev'ry people, land, and tongue, He calls his royal, conqu'ring throng; Let all thy hofts, thy grace confefs, And call thee, Lord our righteousnefs. 3 We praise thee, thou whofe fpirit refts On us thy kings, on us thy priéfts: Redeem'd to banquet with our God, And bought, and ranfom'd by his blood. 4 Let ev'ry fpirit now with thee, And all on earth, and all on fea, 5 Be pow'r and riches ever thine, I HYMN CXCIV. Praife. P. M. [GLAS.] GLORY unto Jefus be, From the curfe he fet us free 2 All his glorious work is done, 4 He will foon return again, And his faints with him fhall reign; Come Lord Jefus ; come away. HYMN CXCV. C. M. [WATTS.] HOSANNA to the Prince of light, That cloth'd himfelf in clay : Enter'd the iron gates of death, 2 Death is no more the king of dread He took the tyrant's fling away, 3 See how the conq'ror mounts aloft, With fears of honour in his flesh, 4 Raise your devotion, mortal tongues, Sweet be the accents of your fongs, To our incarnate God. Bright angels, ftrike your loudeft ftrings, Your fweeteft voices raise ; Let heav'n and all created things, Sound our Immanuel's praise. HYMN CXCVI. C. M. [WATTS' PSAL. 49.7 Praife. To God the fov'reign King! F Let ev'ry land their tongues employ,' 2 Jefus our God afcends on high, 3 While angels fhout and praise their King, Let all the earth his honours fing; 4 Rehearse his praise with awe profound; Nor mock him with a folemn found 5 In Ifr'el ftood his ancient throne, But now he calls the world his own, 6 The Gentile nations are the Lord's, I There Abra'm'sGod is known, While pow'rs and princes, fhields and fwords, HYMN CXCVII. c. M. ERIPPON'S COLL. N Praife. TOT unto us, but thee alone, 2 The host of spirits now with thee |