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To imitate them here, lo! we
Our Hallelujahs bring.
3 Had we our tongue's like them inspir’d,

Like theirs our fongs should rife ;
Like them we never should be tir'd,

But love the facrifice.
4 Pill we the veil of flesh lay downj".

Accept our weaker lays;
And, when we reach thy Father's throne,

We'll give thee nobler praise.

[WestET'S COLL.]

P. M.

UR Shepherd alone,

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Who fits on the throne,
The Prince of our peace,
Who evermore faves us
By shedding his blood;
All hail, holy Jesus,
Our Lord,

and God.
We daily will fing
Thy merits and praise,
Thou merciful spring
Of pity and grace:
Thy kindness for ever

men we will tell,
And say our dear Saviour

Redeems us from hell. 3 Preserve u's in love

While here we abide,

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Nor ever remove,
Nor cover, nor hide
Thy glorious falvation,
'Till joyful we fee,
The beautiful vision,
Completed in Thee !

I WORTHY art thou, the First of Days :

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,
And bending from the radiant seat,

Triumphant spirits thout the God. 3 Amen, ihe prime archangel cries,

Amen ; all heav'n returns Amen ;
Worthy is Christ the earth replies,
And worlds repeat the glorious étrain.

[WEITEFIELD'S COLL.] * GLORY be to God on high,

God whose glory hills the sky :
Peace on earth to man forgiv'n,

Man, the well belov'd of heav'n. 2 Sou'reign Father, heav'nly King,

Thee we now presume to ling;
Glad thine attributes confess,
Glorious all, and numberles

P. M.

3 Hail by all thy works ador'd,

Hail the everlasting Lord !
Thee with thankful hearts we prove,

Lord of Pow's, and God of love,
4 Christ our Lord and God we owo,

Chrift the Father's only Son,
Lamb of God for finners Aain,

Saviour of offending man.
5 Pow'rful advocate with God,

Justify us by thy blood;
Bow thine ear, in mercy bow,

Hear the world's atonement thou ! 6 Hear; for thou, O Chrift, alone

With thy gracious Sire, art one,
One the Holy Ghost, with thee,
One supreme eternal Three.

O hing Immanuel's grace divine,

Ye faints employ your tuneful breath :
Delightful is the sacred theme,

Of Jesus' love more @rong than death. 2. Lo! whilst we were his enemies,

Meet objeds of almighty wrath ;
He paid his life a sacrifice,

His love to sew more strong than death. 3 Sinners to save from endless woes,

The Father's frown he sunk beneath ;
The law's dread penalty he bore,
Displaying love, more Atrong than death.

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Ye saints unite with those above,
Ev'n in your last expiring breath ;
Unite co fing the Saviour's love,
More Grong, more pow'rful than death.

Rejoicing, in the Hope fet before Us.

OW let our voices join

To form a sacred song ;
Ye pilgrims, in Jehovah's ways
With musick pass along.
How Itrait the path appears,

and how fair !
No lurking gins t' entrap our feet;

No fierce deltroyer there. 3 But flow'rs of paradise

In rich profusion spring ;
The Sun of glory gilds the path,

And dear companions fing. 4 See Salem's golden spires

in beauteous prospect rise :
And brighter crowns than mortals wear,

Which sparkle thro' the skies, 5 All honour to his name,

Who marks the shining way:
To him who leads the wand'rers on
To realms of endless day.


Praise. 1 CHILD

HILDREN of the heav'nly King,
As ye journey fweetly fing,

P. M.

Sing your Saviour's worthy praise,
Glorious in his works and ways!
Ye are trav'ling home to God,
In the way the Fathers trod,
They are happy now and ye

Soon their happiness shall fee. 3 0, ye banifh'd seed be glad ;

Christ our advocate is made !
Us to save our flesh affumes,

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
Jesus Christ, your Father's Son,

Bids you undismay'd, go on. 6 Lord, obediently we go,

Gladly leaving all below ;
Only thou our leader be,
And we still will follow thee.

Shout, ye


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MIGHTY God, while angels bless thee,

May an infant lisp thy name?
Lord of mea, as well as angels,
Thou art ev'ry creature's theme.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Glory, glory Lord be thine !

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