HYMN CCXLVIII. P. M. [RICHARDS.] Compofed for the Fourth of July. IHAIL! the first the greatest bleffing, God hath giv'n to man below; Hail to Freedom, Independence, 2 Give to God the pow'r and glory; Which from Briton's ifle conducted, Patriot Heroes to this land, [fart, Then a defart, wafte and howling, then a de Now th' afylum of the earth. 3 Who fubdu'd the warlike fayage, Nimrod hunter of the wood? 'Twas Jehovah, 'twas Jehovah,'twas Jehovah, Univerfal nature's Lord. 4 When a parent to the children, Who educing good from evil, Shout Jehovah, fing Jehovah, fhout Jehovah, 5 High exalted, firmly feated, Independent, Sovereign, Free, May Columbia's grateful millions Glory, glory, give to thee. Might, dominion, praises, bleffing, glory, All the glory, Lord, be thine. [glory: 6 Ev'ry nation, all the kingdoms, Rapture feeling, tranfports fhouting, praises [founding, DOXOLOGIES. I HYMN CCXLIX. P. M. [BENTLEY'S COLL.] T Praife. O Father, Son, and Holy Ghoft, From whom all creatures drew their breath, HYMN CCL. L. M. [KEN.] I PRAISE God, from whom all bleffings flow, I Praise him all creatures here below Praise him above ye heav'nly hoft, HYMN CCLI. S. M. [BEDDOME.] HYMN CCLII. L. M. [WATTS.] Praife. TO God the Father, God the Son, And God the Spirit, Three in One. HYMN CCLIII. C. M. [WATTS' PSAL. 117.] ALL ye nations, praise the Lord, In ev'ry language learn his word, 2 His mercy reigns thro' ev'ry land; I Forever firm his truth fhall ftand; HYMN CCLIV. P. M. [RIPPON'S COLL.] Praife. GIVE glory to God, ye children of men, And publish abroad, again and again, The Son's glorious merit, the Father' free grace, The gifts of the fpirit, to Adam's loft race. HYMN CCLV. C. M. WESLEY'S COLL.] Prayer, for faith unto the end. HAI The finisher of all our hopes, 2 Hail! First and Laft, the morning ftar, 3 O let us go from ftrength, to ftrength, I From one degree of faith, to more, 'Till we behold thy face. HYMN CCLVI. c. M. [WESLEY'S COLL.] Prayer and Praife. LORD help us on thy love to feed; Be thou, in ev'ry time of need, 2 We now defire to blefs thy rame, And in our hearts record, And with our thankful tongues proclaim The goodness of the Lord. I 2 3 THE HYMN CCLVII. 'HE God of Abram praise, Jehovah, great I AM! By earth and heav'n confess'd, I bow and bless the sacred name, For ever bless'd. The God of Abram praise, At whose supreme command, From earth I rise, and seek the joys I'd all on earth forsake, Its wisdom, fame, and power; My shield and tower. The goodly land I see, With peace and plenty blest; And endless rest. There milk and honey flow, The God of Abram praise, He calls a worm his friend! He calls himself my God! H |