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How fhall we finful duft draw nigh,"
Thy great and awful majesty?
3 Glory to thee, aufpicious Lamb!
Thou holy Lord, thou great I Am !
With all our pow'rs thy grace we blefs;
Our joy, our peace, our righteousness!
4 Live, ever glorious Jefus! live,
Worthy all bleffings to receive!
Worthy on high enthron'd to fit,
With ev'ry pow'r beneath thy feet!
5 Bleffings forever on the Lamb.
Who bore the curfe for finful man:
Let angels found the facred name,
And ev'ry creature say amen.

HYMN CXCI. C. M. [STERLE.]
Praife.

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our Redeemer's glorious name, Awake the facred fong!

O'may his love (immortal fame!)

Tune ev'ry heart and tongue.

2 His love, what mortal thought can reach? What mortal tongue display?

Imagination's utmoft ftretch

In wonder dies away.

3 He left his radiant throne on high;'
Left the bright realms of blifs,

And came to earth to bleed and die !
Was ever love like this!

4 Dear Lord, while we adoring pay
Our humble thanks to thee;

May ev'ry heart with rapture fay,
The Saviou: di'd for me.

5 O may the fweet, the blissful theme,
Fill every heart and tongue;

Till ftrangers love thy charming name,
And join the facred fong.

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HYMN CXCII. L. M. [WATTS.]

Praife.
JOY to the world: the Lord is come;

Let earth receive her king :

Let ev'ry heart prepare him room,
And heav'n and nature fing.

2 Joy to the earth, the Saviour reigns;
Let men their fongs employ :

While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains Repeat the founding joy.

3 No more let fins and forrows grow,

Nor thorns infeft the ground;

He comes to make his bleffings flow
Far as the curfe is found.

4 He rules the world with truth and grace,
And makes the nations prove,

The glories of his righteousness.

And wonders of his love.

HYMN CXCIII. E. M. [WHITEFIELD'S COL.]

Praife.

WORT bow'd is head, and bore our shame,

WORTHY is Chrift, our Pafchal Lamb,

On God's eternal throne to reign:'
For he for us, for us, was flain.

2 For ev'ry people, land, and tongue, He calls his royal, conqu'ring throng; Let all thy hofts, thy grace confefs, And call thee, Lord our righteousnefs.

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3 We praise thee, thou whofe fpirit refts On us thy kings, on us thy priéfts: Redeem'd to banquet with our God, And bought, and ranfom'd by his blood. 4 Let ev'ry fpirit now with thee,

And all on earth, and all on fea,
Thy wifdom blefs, and fill thy throne,
With worship due to thee alone.

5 Be pow'r and riches ever thine,
And ftrength and Majefty divine;
By ev'ry creature reign ador'd,
The only, everlasting Lord.

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HYMN CXCIV.

Praife.

P. M. [GLAS.]

GLORY unto Jefus be,

From the curfe he fet us free
All our guilt on him was laid,
He the ranfom fully paid..

2 All his glorious work is done,
God's well pleafed in his Son;
For he rais'd him from the dead,
And he reigns his church's head.
3 His redeem'd his praife fhout fòrth,
Ever glorying in his worth;
Angels fing around the throne,
"Thou art worthy! Thou alone!

4 He will foon return again,

And his faints with him fhall reign;
In this hope they joyful fay,

Come Lord Jefus ; come away.

HYMN CXCV. C. M. [WATTS.]
Praise.

HOSANNA to the Prince of light,

That cloth'd himfelf in clay :

Enter'd the iron gates of death,
And tore the bars away.

2 Death is no more the king of dread
Since our Immanuel rofe;

He took the tyrant's fling away,
And fpoil'd our hellifh foes.

3 See how the conq'ror mounts aloft,
And to his Father flies,

With fears of honour in his flesh,
And triumph in his eyes.

4 Raise your devotion, mortal tongues,
To reach his bleft abode,

Sweet be the accents of your fongs,

To our incarnate God.

Bright angels, ftrike your loudeft ftrings,

Your fweeteft voices raise ;

Let heav'n and all created things,

Sound our Immanuel's praise.

HYMN CXCVI. C. M. [WATTS' PSAL. 49.7

Praife.
FOR a fhout of facred joy,

To God the fov'reign King!

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Let ev'ry land their tongues employ,'
And hymns of triumph fing.

2 Jefus our God afcends on high,
His heav'nly guards around,
Attend him rifing thro' the sky,
With trumpet's joyful found.

3 While angels fhout and praise their King,
Let mortals learn their ftrains :

Let all the earth his honours fing;
O'er all the earth he reigns.

4 Rehearse his praise with awe profound;
Let knowledge lead the fong;

Nor mock him with a folemn found
Upon a thoughtless tongue.

5 In Ifr'el ftood his ancient throne,
He lov'd that chofen race;

But now he calls the world his own,
And heathens tafte his grace.

6 The Gentile nations are the Lord's,

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There Abra'm'sGod is known,

While pow'rs and princes, fhields and fwords,
Submit before his throne.

HYMN CXCVII. c. M. ERIPPON'S COLL.

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Praife.

TOT unto us, but thee alone,
Bleft Lamb, be glory giv'n!
Here fhall thy praises be begun,
And carried on in heav'n.

2 The host of spirits now with thee
Eternal Anthems fing:

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