What good News the Angels bring 92
What shall we render unto thee
What a Pearl of Glory lies
What shall we unworthy Creatures
With chearful Voice I fing
We with boldness will declare When I behold the heav'nly ftate Wretched, helpless and diftrefs'd We magnify thy Grace, O God With this new Year we raise What Tongue can fully tell
E Ifles far and near
Ye Tribes of Adam join Ye that seek the Lord who Dy'd Ye Chriftians hear the joyful News Ye Sons of Men, your Voices raise
A HYMN to the Holy Ghoft.
Extracted from the Ordination- Office.
OME, Holy Ghoft, our Souls infpire, And lighten with celeftial Fire. Thou the anointing Spirit art, Who doft thy fev'nfold Gifts impart. Thy bleffed Unction from above, Is Comfort, Life, and Fire of Love: Enable with perpetual Light, The Dulness of our blinded Sight Anoint and Chear our foiled Face With the Abundance of thy Grace.
Keep far our Foes, give Peace at Home: Where thou art Guide, no Ill can come, Teach us to know the Father, Son, And Thee, of both, to be but one; That through the Ages all along, This, this may be our endless Song:
Praise God, from whom all Bleffings flow, Praise him all Creatures here below; Praise him above, ye heavenly Hoft,
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
COME Seraph lend your heav'nly Tongue, Or Harps of golden String,
That we may raife a lofty Song
To Chrift th' Eternal King.
Who can have greater Cause to Praise Their Saviour and their God! Than they, whom Jefus hath redeem'd, And wafh'd in his dear Blood.
In Pfalms and Hymas fpeak forth his Praise, Let ranfom'd Sinners fing,
In loudest Songs of Triumph, cry Hofannas to our King.
that each here had Angels Tongues, Our Jefus to adore;
That we like them might always praise His Goodness, Love, and Power. B
Then we will fing, and never cease His Glory to proclaim;
Who for our Souls fuch Wonders wrought, All Praise attend his Name.
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, Eternal Praise be given,
By all that dwell upon the Earth, And all the Hoft of Heaven.
OW awful, Lord, thy Houfe appears! When Thou in Majefty draw'st near, Make this, O God, a House of Prayer, O Lord, vouchsafe thy Prefence here.
May all that come to Worship here, Be fill'd with reverential Fear Bow down with Wonder, and adore The Love of Chrift for evermore.
Jefu, fet up thy Banner here,
Let Sinners to thy Throne draw near; Obtain remiffion of their Sins, The Peace and Joy the Gofpel brings.
Let many here be Born again, And find Salvation through thy Name; Angels rejoice around thy Throne,
That wand'ring Sinners are brought Home.
Make this a Fold for thy bleft Sheep, And let them clofe together keep,
Under the Shadow of thy Wings,
And learn the Notes that Angels Sing.
And while we Worship here below, Let us in Faith and Love ftill grow, Longing to join the Heav'nly Throng, In one triumphant endless Song.
LORD, we come before thy Throne, In all Humility fall down,
And worship at thy Feet;
Here may we wait 'till Thou pafs by, Unto our longing Souls draw nigh, Who lie at Mercy's Seat.
Within thy House of Mercy, we Will feek, 'till we thy Glory fee, O let it now draw nigh; Unveil thy Face, that we may prove The wond'rous myft'ry of that Love, Why God for Sinners dy'd!
Nothing, great God, have we to bring, But fuch vile Hearts that's full of Sin, Lord, wash them in thy Blood; Take off the Burden from each Heart, Thy free Salvation now impart,
That we may walk with God.
O that we could this Moment feel The bleffed Spirit's Heav'nly Seal, The Unction from above;.
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