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To imitate them here, lo! we
Like theirs our fongs should rife ;
But love the facrifice.
Accept our weaker lays;
We'll give thee nobler praise.
Who fits on the throne,
men we will tell,
Redeems us from hell. 3 Preserve u's in love
While here we abide,
Nor ever remove,
Forever live, forever reign ; All blessing, glory, pow'r and praise
Be thine, from earth's foundation flain. 2 Ye angels, bow at Jesus' feet,
Let elders tune their harps aloud,
Triumphant spirits thout the God. 3 Amen, ihe prime archangel cries,
Amen ; all heav'n returns Amen ;
[WEITEFIELD'S COLL.] * GLORY be to God on high,
God whose glory hills the sky :
Man, the well belov'd of heav'n. 2 Sou'reign Father, heav'nly King,
Thee we now presume to ling;
3 Hail by all thy works ador'd,
Hail the everlasting Lord !
Lord of Pow's, and God of love,
Chrift the Father's only Son,
Saviour of offending man.
Justify us by thy blood;
Hear the world's atonement thou ! 6 Hear; for thou, O Chrift, alone
Ye faints employ your tuneful breath :
Of Jesus' love more @rong than death. 2. Lo! whilst we were his enemies,
Meet objeds of almighty wrath ;
His love to sew more strong than death. 3 Sinners to save from endless woes,
The Father's frown he sunk beneath ;
Ye saints unite with those above,
Rejoicing, in the Hope fet before Us.
OW let our voices join
To form a sacred song ;
and how fair !
No fierce deltroyer there. 3 But flow'rs of paradise
In rich profusion spring ;
And dear companions fing. 4 See Salem's golden spires
in beauteous prospect rise :
Which sparkle thro' the skies, 5 All honour to his name,
Who marks the shining way:
Praise. 1 CHILD
HILDREN of the heav'nly King,
Sing your Saviour's worthy praise,
Soon their happiness shall fee. 3 0, ye banifh'd seed be glad ;
Christ our advocate is made !
Brother to our souls becomes. 4
little flock and blest, You on Jesus' throne shall relt; There your feat is now prepar'd,
There your kingdom and reward, 5 Fear not, brethren, joyful stand
On the borders of your
Bids you undismay'd, go on. 6 Lord, obediently we go,
Gladly leaving all below ;
HYMN CCIV. P. M. [ROBINSON.]
May an infant lisp thy name?