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For all in earth, and all on high,
Were made by thee; and all are thine. 3 Hence, Angels, Spirits, Elders fing
Hosannas, in one chóral strain.
[RIPPON'S COLL.] Praife for Providence. THY ways, O Lord with wife design,
Are fram’d upon thy thione above, And ev'ry dark or bending line,
Mests in the centre of thy love.
Poor mortals thy arrangements view,
And the mysterious juft and true. 3 Thy flock, thy own peculiar care,
Though now they seem to roam uney'd,
They best and safest may abide.
But trusting to thy piercing eye ;
Nor shall the weakest fail or die.
To lay her reason at thy throne ;
HYMN IV. P. M. [r!PpOn's coll.]
Praise for Redemption. NOW begin the heav'nly theme,
Sing aloud in Jefus' name : Ye who his falvation prove,
Triumph in redeeming love.
Willing dates of death and fin,
Stop and talle redeeming love, 3 Welcome all, by fin oppreft,
Welcome to his facred reft ;
Of our Lord's redeeming love, 5 He fubdu'd th' infernal pow’rs,
Thole tremendous foes of ours,
Mighty in redeeming love,
Strike aloud each cheerful string.
Praise for Salvation.
To your God, your fongs begin,
To the Lamb, your bleeding King. 2 Jesus, thee we honors give';
Live, almighty Jefus, live ;
Thee we hail, incarnate God. 3 We were laden once with sin,
But the Lamb hath made us clean i
Now behold eternal day.
Now brought home by Jesus' blood,
In the Lord our righteousnefs. 5. Freely we are fav'd by grace,
Heart and hand we this embrace ;
[WATTS PSALM 117.)
Let the Creator's praise arise :
Through ev'ry land, by ev'ry tongue. 2 Eternal are thy mercies Lord;
Eternal truth attends thy word :
Thy praise thall four.d from shore to fhore, Till suns shall rise and set no more.
HYMN VII. C. M. [STEELE.]
The Excellence of Scripture.
What endless glory shines !
For these celestial lines. 2 Here
the wretched fons of want
And lasting as the mind.
And yields a free repast;
Invite the longing tafte.
Spreads heav'nly peace around
Attend the blissful found.
My ever dear delight ;
And still increasing light.
Be thou for ever near ;
HYMN VIII. C. M. (riprov's coll.]
All Scripture Precious. HOW
OW precious is the book divine,
By inspiration giv'n!
To guide our fouls to hear'n.
In this dark vale of tears ;
And quells our rising fears. 3 This lamp, through all the tedious night
Of life, fhall guide our way,
HYMN IX. . V. (COWBER.)
Not only had a view
And blood besprinkled door,
And once apply'd with pow'r,