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HYMN 87.

OME let us join our chearful fongs,
With angels round the throne;

Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,
But all their joys are one.

2. Worthy the Lamb that dy'd, they cry, To be exalted thus;

Worthy the Lamb, our lips reply,
For he was flain for us.

3. Jefus is worthy to receive
Honour and Pow'r divine;
And bleffings more than we can give,
Be, Lord, for ever thine.

4. Let all that dwell above the fky,
And air, and earth, and feas,
Confpire to lift thy glories high,
And speak thine endlefs praife.

5. Let all creation join, in one,
To blefs the facred name
Of him that fits upon the throne,
And to adore the Lamb.

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COME ye that love the Lord,
And let your joys be known,
Join in a fong with fweet accord,
While ye furround the throne.

2. The forrows of the mind
Be banish'd from this place;
Religion never was defign'd
To make our pleasures lefs.
3. Let thofe refuse to fing,
Who never knew our God;
But children of the heav'nly King.
Will fpeak their joys abroad.

4. The men of grace have found
Glory begun below;

Celestial fruits, on earthly ground,
From faith and hope may grow.

5. The hill of Zion yields

A thousand facred fweets,
Before we reach the heav'nly fields,
Or walk the golden ftreets."

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6. Then

6. Then let our fongs abound,ay ka And ev'ry tear be dry,

We're marching thro' Immanuel's ground To fairer worlds on high.

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HYMN 89.

"HE King of heav'n his table spreads, And dainties crown the board,

Not Paradife with all its joys,

Could fuch delight afford.

2. Pardon and peace to dying men,
And endless life are giv'n;
And the rich blood which Jefus fhed,
To raife the foul to heav'n.

3. Millions of fouls in glory now,
Were fed and feafted here,
And millions more, ftill on the way,
Around the board appear:

4. Yet is his houfe and heart fo large,
That millions more may come;
Nor could the wide affembling world,
O'er-fill the fpacious room.

5. All things are ready, come away,
Nor weak excufes framé ;

Croud to your places at the feaft,
And blefs the founder's name.

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HYMN gi

WEET is the mem'ry of thy grace, 1.My God, my heav'nly King! Let age to age thy righteoufnefs, In founds of glory fing.

2. God reigns on high, but not confines His goodness to the skies;

Thro' the whole earth his goodnefs fhines, And ev'ry want fupplies.

3. With longing eyes thy creatures wait On thee for daily food;

Thy lib'ral hand provides them meat,
And fills their mouth with good.

4. How kind are thy compaffions, Lord! How flow thine anger moves!

But foon he fends his pard'ning word, O To chear the foul he loves.

5. Creatures

5. Creatures with all their endless race,
Thy pow'r and praife proclaim;
But we who tafte thy richer grace,
Delight to bless thy name.

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HYMN 91.

LMIGHTY Maker, God,
How wond'rous is thy name;

Thy glories how diffus'd abroad,
Thro' the creation's frame.

2. Nature in every drefs,

Her humble homage pays;
And finds a thousand ways t' exprefs,
Thine undiffembled praife.

3. My foul would rife and fing,

To her Creator too;

Fain would my tongue

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And pay the worship due.

4. Create my foul a-new,

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all my worship's vain!

King,

This wretched heart will ne'er be true,
Until its form'd again..

5. Defcend!