Now from blifs no longer rove, V. Welcome all by fin oppreft, VI. He subdu'd th' infernal pow'rs, VII. Hither then your music bring, V. Praife to the Almighty Saviour. 11S. I I. Long for a concert of heavenly praise, To Jefus the God, the omnipotent Son! My voice fhould awake in harmonious lays, Could it tell half the wonders that Jefus has done. II. I'd fing, how he left his own palace of light, With robes made of glory, that dreft him above: Yet pleas'd with his journey, and fwift was his flight; For he fled on the pinions of infinite love. III. All hell and it's lions stood roaring around, His flesh and his Spirit with malice they tore ; While whole worlds of forrow lay preffing him down, As vaft as the burden of guilt which he bore. IV. Then mention no more of the wrath of a God! Of the lions of hell, and their roaring, no more! We lift up our eyes to His fhining abode, And our loudeft hofannahs his name fhall adore. V. We crown the Triumpher, with th' honours he won: Hofannah, through all the celestial groves! The God and the man, how he fills up his throne! How he fits, how he fhines, how he looks, how he loves! VI. O happy ye heavens, and happy ye hills; VII. Amidft the full choir of archangels and fongs, The mighty Redeemer eternally reigns: Whilft the found of his name from a million of tongues, Flies o'er the bright mountains, and blesses the plains. VI. Salvation in Chrift. P. M. LE I. ET earth and heav'n agree, To celebrate with me The Saviour of mankind! T'adore the great atoning Lamb, II. Jefus! tranfporting found! No other help is found, By which we can falvation have; III. Jefus! harmonious name! It charms the hofts above; And wonder at his love: 'Tis all their happiness to gaze, IV. His name the finner hears, And is from guilt fet free: 'Tis mufic in his ears, 'Tis life and victory: New fongs do now his lips employ, VII. God praifed by Univerfal Nature. C.M.D. I. PRAISE ye the Lord, ye immortal choir, That fill the realms above: Praise him who form'd you of his fire, Shine to his praise ye crystal skies, Or veil in fhades your thousand eyes, II. Thou reftless globe of golden light, Shout to the Lord, ye furging feas, Let wave to wave refound his praise, IV. Wave your tall heads, ye lofty pines, |