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HYMN CCXLVIII. P. M. [RICHARDS.]

Composed for the Fourth of July. HA

AIL! the first the greatest blessing,

God hath giv'n to man below ; Hail to Freedom, Independence, Boundless, boundless may they flow ! Favor'd people, blest Columbia, happy nation,

Freedom, Peace, be ev'r thine.
2 Give to God the pow'r and glory;

Own 'twas bis almighty hand,
Which from Briton's ifle conducted,
Patriot Heroes to this land,

[fart, Then a desart, waste and howling, then a de

Now th' asylum of the earth.
3 Who subdu'd the warlike fayage,

Nimrod hunter of the wood?
Who amid the Itorm of battle,
In the cloud or pillar stood ?
'Twas Jehovah,'ıwas Jehovah,'twas Jehovah,

Universal nature's Lord.
4 When a parent to the children,

Scorpions gave inflead of bread,
Who educing good from evil,
Hungry babes with plenty fed ?
Shout Jehovah, fing Jehovah, fhout Jehovah,

Praises, praises be to God.
5 High exalted, firmly feated,

Independent, Sovereign, Free,
May Columbia's grateful millions
Glory, glory, give to thee.
Might, dominion, praises, blelling, glory,
All the glory, Lord, be thine. [glory :

6 Ev'ry naiion, all the kingdoms,

Bless! oh bless, Eternal fire !
Man adoring, Angels hymning,
Sweep as one the golden lyre.
Rapture feeling, transports shouting, praises,
Hark! they cry, Amen, Amen. [founding,

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HYMN CCXLIX. P. M. (BENTLEY's coll.]

Praise.
TO
O Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,

Be praise amidst the heav'nly host,
And in the church below!
From whom all creatures drew their breath,
By whom redemption bless'd the earth,
From whom all comforts flow !

L. M.

HYMN CCL.

[KEN.] · PRAISE God, from whom all blellingsflow,

Praise him all creatures here below Praise him above ye lieav'nly host, Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

HYMN CCLI. S. M. [EEDDOME.]
TO
'O the eternal Three,

In will and essence One,
Be universal homage paid
Coequal lionors donc.

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HYMN CCLII. L.M. (watts.]

Praise.
O God the Father, God the Son,

And God the Spirit, Three in One., Be honour, praise, and glory givin,

By all on earth, and all in heav'n. HYMN CCLIII. C. m. [WATTS' PSAL. 117.]

Praise. 'O ALL ye nations, praise the Lord,

Each with a diff'rent tongue; In er'ry language learn his word,

And let his game be fung. 2 His mercy reigns thro' ev'ry land ; Proclaim his

grace

abroad; Forever firm his truth fhall stand ; Praise

ye

the faithful God.
HYMN CCLIV. P. M. [RIPPON'S COLL ]

Praise. 'G'VE glory to God, ye children of men,

And publish abroad, again and again, The Son's glorious merit,

the Father' free grace, The gifts of the spirit, to Adam's loft race. HYMN CCLV.

C. M. [Wesler's COLL.] Prayer, for faith unto the end. HAII

AIL, Alpha and Omega, hail !

Author of all our faith, The finisher of all our hopes, The truth, the life, the path.

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2 Hail! First and Last, the morning far,

In whom we live and move ;
Increase our little spark of faith,

And purify our love.
3 O let us go from strength, to strength,

From grace, to greater grace ;
From one degree of faith, to more,
?Till we behold thy face.
HYMN CCLVI. C. m. [wester'S COLL.]

Prayer and Praise.
!LORD help us on thy love to feed ;

In peace dismiss us hence ; Be thou, in ev'ry time of need,

Our refuge and defence,
2 We now desire to bless thy rame,

And in our hearts record,
And with our thankful tongues proclaim
The goodness of the Lord.

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HYMN CCLVII. TH

HE God of Abram praise,

Who reigns enthron’d above:
Ancient of everlasting days,

And God of love!
Jehovah, great I AM!

By earth and hear'n confess’d,
I bow and bless the sacred name,

For ever bless'd. 2 The God of Abram praise,

At whose supreme command,
From earth I rise, and seek the joys

At his right hand.
I'd all on earth forsake,

Its wisdom, fame, and power;
And Him my only portion make,

My shield and tower. 3 The goodly land I see,

With peace and plenty blest;
The land of sacred liberty,

And endless rest.
There milk and honey flow,

And oil and wine abound;
And trees of life for ever grow,

With mercy crown'd.
The God of Abram praise,

Whose all-sufficient grace
Shall guide me all my happy days,

In all his ways:
He calls a worm his friend!
He calls himself my

God!
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