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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 curse to remove ;
Love mov'd him to die,
And on this we rely,
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,
Nothing else will we know,
In our journey below,
To the manfions above,
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,
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;
č 1 The Lord of Sabbath let us praise,
In concert with the bleft,
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 !
HY MN CLIX.
What pleasure to our ears!
C NORÜ s.
The spacious earth around,
Conspire to raise the found.': Glory, & C
To thee the praise belongs;
Tiil suns ihall rise and set no more.
In fong's of praisé divinély fing;
COME, let us join our cheerful songs,
With angels round the throne,
But all their joys are one.
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;
Be, Lord, for ever thine.
To bless the sacred name
HYMN CLXII. , GLORY be to God on high, ,
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!
Chrift, the Father's only Son :
5 Bow thine ear, in mercy bow,
Hear the world's atonement thou :
Take, O take our fins away. 6 Powerful Advocate with God,
Justify us by thy blood !
Hear the world's atonement'thou. 7 Hear, for thou, o Christ, alone,
With thy glorious Sire art one;
RAISE ye the Lord, y’immortal quires
And feeds you with his love.
The floor of his abode;
Before your brighter God.
Whofe beams create our days,
To own your borrow'd rays.
Thro' the etherial blue,
He makes his wheels of you.
The troops of his command,
And speak his awful hand.