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How shall we finful dust draw nigh,
Thy great and awful majesty?
Thou holy Lord, thou great I Am !
Our joy, our peace, our righteousáess! 4 Live, ever glorious Jefus'! live,
Worthy all bleflings to receive !
With ev'ry pow'r beneath thy feet ! 5 Blessings forever on the Lamby
Who bore the curse for sinful man:
Awake the sacred song!
Tune ev'ry heart and tongue.
What mortal tongue display?
In wonder dies away.
Left the bright realms of bliss,
Was ever love like this!
Our humble thanks to thee;
May ev'ry heart with rapture say,
The Saviou: did for me.
Fill.every heart and tongue ;
Let earth receive her king :
And heav'n'and nature fing.
Let men their songs employ :
Repeat the sounding joy.
Nor thorns infelt the ground;
Far as the curse is found. 4 He rules the world with truth and gracey
And makes the nations prove,
And wonders of his love.'
On God's eternal throne to reign :
2 For ev'ry people, land, and tongue,
He calls his royal, conqu’ring throng
And call thee, Lord our righteousnefs. Ź We praise thee, thou whose fpirit rests
On us thy kings, on us thy pricts:
And bought, and ransom'd by his blood. 4 Let ev'ry spirit now with thee;
And all on earth, and all on fea,
Wich worship due to thee alone. 5 Be pow'r and riches ever thine,
And strength and Majesty divine ;
From the curfe he fet us free ;
He the ransom fully paid.
God's well pleased in his Son;
And he reigns his church's head.
Ever glorying in his worth ;
4 He will soon return again,
And his faints with him shall reign ;
HOSANNA to the Prince of light,
That cloth’d himself in clay :
And tore the bars away.
Since our Immanvel rose ;
And spoild our hellifh foes.
And to his Facher flies,
And triumph in his eyes.
To reach his blest abode,
To our incarnare God.
Your sweetest voices raise ;
Sound our Immanuel's praise.
[WATTS' PSAL. 49.)
FOR a fhout of facred joy,
Let ev'ry land their tongues employ,
And hymns of triumph sing.
His heav'nly guards around,
With trumpet's joyful sound.
Let mortals learn their strains :
O'er all the earth he reigns.
Let knowledge lead the fong;
Upon a thoughtless tongue.
He lov'd that chosen race ;
There Abra'm'sGod is known,
HYMN CXCVII. C. M. [Rippon's CULL}
Bleft Lamb, be glory giv’n !
And carried on in heav'n.
Eternal Anthems ling: