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No other help is found,
No other name is giv’n,
It charms the hosts above;
And wonder at his love :
And is from guilt fet free:
'Tis life and victory : New songs do now his lips employ, And dances his glad heart for joy.
VII. God praised by Universal Nature. C.M.D.
PRAISE ye the Lord, ye immortal choir,
That fill the realms above : Praise him who form'd you of his fire, And feeds
you with his love:
Shine to his praise ye crystal skies,
The floor of his abode,
Before your brighter God.
Whose beams create our days,
To own your borrow'd rays: Winds, ye shall bear his name aloud,
Through all th' ethereal blue ; For when his chariot is a cloud,
He makes his wheels of you.
Shout to the Lord, ye surging seas,
In your eternal roar :
And shore reply to shore.
The troops of his command, Appear in all your dreadful forms,
And speak his awful hand.
Wave your tall heads, ye lofty pines, ,
To him that bids you grow : Sweet clusters bend the fruitful vines,
On ev'ry thankful bough:
Thus while the meaner creatures fing,
Ye mortals catch the found; Echo the glories of your King
Through all the nations round.
VII. God glorious, and Sinners faved. C. M.
'ATHER, how wide thy glory shines !
How high thy wonders rise ! Known through the earth by thousand ligns, By thousands through the skies!
Those mighty orbs proclaim thy pow'r,
Their motions speak thy skill; And on the wings of ev'ry hour
We read thy patience ftill.
But when we view thy great design,
To save rebellious worms:
In their divinest forms:
Here the whole deity is known,
Nor dares a creature guess,
Which of the glories brightest shine,
The justice, or the grace.
Now the full glories of the Lamb
Adorn the heav'nly plains;
And try their choicest strains.
O may I bear fome humble part
In that immortal song!
And love command my tongue.
IX. Jefus adored. L. M.
1. ORTHY the Lamb of boundless sway,
In earth and heav'n the Lord of all; Ye princes, rulers, pow'rs obey,
And low before his footstool fall.
The deed was done, the Lamb was slain,
The groaning earth the burden bore : He rose! he lives! he lives to reign;
Nor time shall shake his endless pow'r.
Whate'er is rich, whate'er is great,
From worlds unnumber'd hither bring, Pour the gay stores before his seat,
And hail the triumphs of our King.
Wisdom and strength are his alone,
He rais'd the top-stone, shouting grace, Honour has rais d his lofty throne,
And glory's seated on his face.
From heav'n, from earth, loud bursting praise
The mighty blessings shall proclaim ; Blessings that men to glory raise,
To shout the triumphs of the Lamb.
Higher, still higher, fwell the strain,
Creation's voice the note prolong; The Lamb shall ever, ever reign!
Let hallelujahs crown the song!
X. The Coronation of Chris. P. M.
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