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Tongue cannot explain

The love of God-Man,
Which the angels defire to look into in vain;

It dazzles our eyes,

Thought cannot arise
To find out a cause why the Infinite dies.
3 Or if pity inclin'd

Him to die for mankind
The ground of his pity what seraph can find ?

* He came from above

Our curse to remove ;
He hath lov'd, he hath lov'd us, because he would love.

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, As to lay down his life to redeem us from hell. 5

He hath ranfom'd our race,

O how fall we praise,
Or worthily fing thy, unspeakable grace ?

Nothing else will we know,

In our journey below,
But finging thy grace, to thy paradise go.
6 Nay, and when we remove

To the manfions above,
Our heaven shall still be to sing of thy love;

When time is no more,

We still shall adore The ocean of love, without bottoni of shore. 7

Ere long we shall fly

To the regions on high,
For Israel's strength cannot vary or lie :

He foon fhail appear,

He more than draws near, Our Jesus is come, and eternity's here.

HYMN CLVII.' Before 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 sov'reign pow'r, without our aid,

Made us of clay, and form'd us men! And when like wand'ring sheep we Atray'd,

He brought us to his fold again. 3 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs,

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;

Vaft as eternity, thy lóve;
Firm, as a rock, thy truth must stand,
When rolling years shall cease to move.
HYMN CLVIII.

č 1 The Lord of Sabbath let us praise,

In concert with the bleft,
Who joyful in harmonious lays, i

Employ an endless reft.
z Thus, Lord, while we remember thee,

We bleft and pious grow,
By hymns of praise we learn to be

Triumphant here below.
& On this glad day a brighter scene

Of glory was display'd
Ly God, th'eternal Word, than when

This universe was made.
4 He rises, who mankind has bought

With grief and pain extreme; 'Twas great to speak the world from nought,

'Twas greater to redeem !

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HY MN CLIX.
SAEÑATION ! O the joyful found,

What pleasure to our ears!
A rov'reign balm for ev'ry wound,
A cordial for our fears.

C NORÜ s.
Glory, bonour, praise; and pow'r,
Be unto tbe Lamb for ever;
Yesus Christ is cur

Redeemer!
Hallelujab! praise the Lord,
2 Salvation ! let the echo fly

The spacious earth around,
While all the armies of the ky

Conspire to raise the found.': Glory, & C
Salvation! O thou bleeding Lamb!

To thee the praise belongs;
Salvation shall inspire our hearts,
And dwell upon our tongues, Glory, &*c.

HYMN CLX.
From all that dwell below the skies,
Let the Creator's praise arise;
Let the Redeemer's name be fung
Thro' ev'ry land, by ev'ry tongue.
Eternal are thy inercies, Lord,
Eternal truth attends thy word;
'Thy praise hall sound froin thore to fiore,

Tiil suns ihall rise and set no more.
2 Your lofty themes, ye mørtals bring,

In fong's of praisé divinély fing;
The great salvation-loud proclaim,
And thopt for joy the Saviour's name:
In ev'ry land begin the long;
'To ev'ry land the strains belong;
Jn cheerful sounds all voices raise,
And fill the world with loudert praise.

HYMN CLXI.

COME, let us join our cheerful songs,

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With angels round the throne,
Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,

But all their joys are one.
" Worthy the Lamb that dy'd," they cry,

66 To be exalted thus;" 6 Worthy the Lamb," our hearts reply,

6. For he was sain for us." 3 Jesus is worthy to receive

Honour and pow'r divine;
And blessings more than we can give,

Be, Lord, for ever thine.
4 The whole creation join in one,

To bless the sacred name
Of him that fits upon the throne,
And to adore the Lamb.

HYMN CLXII. , GLORY be to God on high, ,

God whose glory fills the sky:
Peace on earth to man forgiv'n,

Man, the well-belov'd of heav'na 2 Sov'reign Father, heav'nly King,

Thee we now presume to fing,
Glad thine attributes confess,

Glorious all and numberless.
3 Hail, by all thy works ador'd!

Hail, the everlasting Lord !
Thee with thankful hearts we prove,

Lord of pow'r, and God of love!
4. Chrift our Lord and God we own ;

Chrift, the Father's only Son :
Lamb of God, for finners Nain,
Saviour of offending man.

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. 6 Powerful Advocate with God,

Justify us by thy blood !
Bow thine ear, in mercy bow,

Hear the world's atonement'thou. 7 Hear, for thou, o Christ, alone,

With thy glorious Sire art one;
One the Holy Ghost with thee,
One supreme, eternal Three.

HYMN CLXIII.
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RAISE ye the Lord, y’immortal quires
That fill the realm's above;
Praise him who form'd you of his fires,

And feeds you with his love.
2 Sing to his praise, ye crystal skies,

The floor of his abode;
Or veil in shades your thousand eyes,

Before your brighter God.
3 Thou restless globe of golden light,

Whofe beams create our days,
Join with the filver queen of night,

To own your borrow'd rays.
4 Winds, ye shall bear his name aloud

Thro' the etherial blue,
For when his chariot is a cloud,

He makes his wheels of you.
Thunder and hail, and fires and storms,

The troops of his command,
Appear in all your dreadful forms,

And speak his awful hand.