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% Tongue cannot explain
The love of God.Man,
It dazzles our eyes,
Thought cannot arise
Him to die for mankind
• He came from above
Our cunse to remove; He hath lov'd, he hath lov'd us, because he would love. 4. Love mov’d him to die,
And on this we rely, He hath lov'd, he hath lov'd us, we cannot tell why : ,
But this we can tell,
He hath lov'd us fo well,
O how shall we praise,
Nothing else will we know,
In our journey below,
To the manfions above,
To the regions on high,
He soon thail appear,
He more than draws near, Our Jesus is come, and eternity's here.
HYMN CLVII.' i BerORE Jehovah's awful throne,'.
Ye nations, bow with sacred joy ; Know that the Lord is God alone, /
· He can create, and he destroy. 2. His fov'reign pow'r, without our aid,
Made us of clay, and form'd us men! And when like wand'ring sheep we ftray'd,
He brought us to his fold again. 3 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful fongs,
High as the heav'ns our voices raise ; And earth with her ten thousand tongues
Shall fill thy courts with founding praise, 4 Wide as the world, is thy command;
Vast as eternity, thy love;
In concert with the blest, Who joyfal'in harmonious lays,
Employ an endless reft.
We bleft and pious grow,
Triumphant here below.
Of glory was display'd
This universe was made.
With grief and pain extreme ; 'Twas great to speak the world from nought,
'Twas greater to redeem!
HYMN CLIX. .
What pleasure to our ears!
À cordial for our fears.
Hallelujah! praise the Lord, 2 Salvation ! let the echo fly
The fpacious earth around; While all the armies of the sky
Conspire to raise the found.':. Glory, & 4 Salvation! O thou bleeding Lamb! “
To thee the praise belongs;
HYMN CLX. 'a
Till luns in all rise and set no'more. 2. Your lofty themes, ye mørtals bring, !
In fongs of praise divinely fing;
With angels round the throne,
But all their joys are one. . 2 “ Worthy the Lamb that dy'd;" they cry,
“ To be exalted thus ;" “ Worthy the Lamb,” our hearts reply,
6. For he was sain for us." 3 Jesus is worthy to receive
Honour and pow'r divine;
Be, Lord, for ever thine.
To bless the sacred name : Of him that fits upon the throne, And to adore the Lamb.'
God whose glory fills the sky:
Man, the well-belov'd of heav'na 2 Sov'reign Father, heav'nly King,
Thee we now presume to fing,
Glorious all and numberless,
Hail, the everlasting Lord !
Lord of pow'r, and God of love ! ... 4 Chrift our Lord and God we own;
Chrift, the Father's only Soo : i in
5 Bow thine ear, in mercy bow, Hear the world's atonement thou :-. Jesu, in thy name we pray;
Take, O take our fins away.
Justify us by thy blood! pit
Hear the world's atonement'thou. 7 Hear, for thou, o Christ, alone,
With thy glorious Sire art one;
That fill the realm's above ;
The floor of his abode;
Before your brighter God.
Whofe beams create our days, ,
To own your borrow'd rays. 4 Winds, ye shall bear his name aloud ::
Thro' the etherial blue, .
He makes his wheels of you. 5 Thunder and hail, and fires and storms, ? The troops of his command,
Appear in all your dreadful forms,