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2 God, the high and lofty One,
Filling all eternity,
3 Should we turn our ears away,
From the great and glorious news,
4 How, should we escape his wrath ?
How, its dreadful curse endure
5 Lord, we thank thee, that we hear
Sounds of mercy from on high,
1 FATHER, how wide thy glory shines,
How high thy wonders rise!
2 Those mighty orbs proclaim thy pow'r,
Their motion speaks thy skill;
We read thy patience still.
To save rebellious worms, There vengeance and compassion join
In their divinest forms.
4 There the whole Deity is known;
Nor dares a creature guess
The justice or the grace.
· PRAISE we him, by whose kind
favour, Heav'nly truth has reach'd our ears ; May its sweet reviving savour Fill our hearts, and quell our fears. Truth-how precious is the treasure, Teach us, Lord, its worth to know ; Vain's the hope, and short the pleasure, Which from other sources flow.
I THE king of heav'n bis table spreads, 1
And dainties crown the board ; Not paradise, with all its joys,
Could such delight afford.
2 Pardon and peace to dying men,
And endless life, are giv'n, Through the rich blood that Jesus shed
To raise the soul to heav'n.
3 Millions of souls, in glory now,
Were fed and feasted here ;
Around the road appear.
4 Yet is his house and heart so large,
That millions more may come;
O’er fill the spacious room.
5 All things are ready-sinners, come;
Nor weak excuses frame:
7's. Welcome Tidings. KELLY. WELCOME news the gospel brings,
Welcome news from heaven above, Tidings from the King of Kings,
Tidings full of grace and love. 2 0, ye sons of men give ear!
Listen to “ the joyful sound”
In the gospel truth is found.
Welcome to the poor and vile,
Let us praise the King of Kings.
BEDDOME. ASCEND thy throne, almighty King,
And spread thy glories all abroad; Let thine own arm Salvation bring,
And be thou known the gracious God. 2 Let millions bow before thy seat,
Let humble mourners seek thy face,
3 Oh let the kingdoms of the world
Become the kingdoms of the Lord;
8. 7. 4.
O’ER the gloomy hills of darkness,
Look, my soul, be still, and gaze!
2 Let the Indian, let the Negro,
Let the rude barbarian see,
Let the gospel
3 Kingdoms wide, that sit in darkness,
Grant them, Lord, the glorious light;