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H, worship the King, all glorious above;

Oh, gratefully sing his power and his love! Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of Days,

Pavilioned in splendor, and girded with praise. 2 Oh, tell of his might, oh, sing of his grace,

Whose robe is the light, whose canopy, space!
His chariots of wrath the deep thunder-clouds form,

And dark is his path on the wings of the storm. 3 Thy bountiful care what tongue can recite ?

It breathes in the air, it shines in the light,
It streams from the hills, it descends to the plains,

And sweetly distills in the dew and the rains. 4 Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail,

In thee do we trust, nor find thee to fail ;
Thy mercies how tender ! how firm to the end !
Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend.



Rev. 5:9-14.
Y E servants of God, your Master proclaim,

And publish abroad his wonderful name:
The name, all victorious, of Jesus extol ;
His kingdom is glorious, and rules over all.

2 God ruleth on high, almighty to save;

And still he is nigh, his presence we have:
The great congregation his triumph shall sing,

Ascribing salvation to Jesus, our King.
3 “Salvation to God, who sits on the throne,”

Let all cry aloud, and honor the Son ;
Our Saviour's high praises the angels proclaim,-
Fall down on their faces, and worship the Lamb.

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Psalm 103.


LESS, O my soul! the living God;

Call home thy thoughts that rove abroad :
Let all the powers within me join

In work and worship so divine.
2 Bless, O my soul! the God of grace:

His favors claim thy highest praise ;
Why should the wonders he hath wrought

Be lost in silence, and forgot?
3 'T is he, my soul, that sent his Son

To die for crimes which thou hast done;
He owns the ransom, and forgives

The hourly follies of our lives.
4 Let every land his power confess ;

Let all the earth adore his grace:
My heart and tongue with rapture join,
In work and worship so divine.




Rev. 15 : 3.



WAKE, and sing the song
Wake, every heart, and every tongue,

To praise the Saviour's name !
2 Sing of his dying love:

Sing of his rising power:
Sing how he intercedes above

For those whose sins he bore.
3 Sing on your heavenly way,

Ye ransomed sinners, sing!
Sing on, rejoicing every day

In Christ, th' exalted King.
4 Soon shall we hear him say,

“Ye blesséd children, come!”
Soon will he call us hence away

To our eternal home.
5 Soon shall our raptured tongue

His endless praise proclaim,
And sweeter voices tune the song

Of Moses and the Lamb.

Ps. 84.




YOME, we who love the Lord,

And let our joys be known;
Join in a song of sweet accord,

And thus surround the throne.
2 Let those refuse to sing

Who never knew our God;
But children of the heavenly King

May speak their joys abroad.
3 The men of grace have found

Glory begun below;
Celestial fruits on earthly ground

From faith and hope may grow.
4 The hill of Zion yields

A thousand sacred sweets,
Before we reach the heavenly fields,

Or walk the golden streets.
5 Then let our songs abound,

And every tear be dry ;
We're marching through Immanuel's ground,

To fairer worlds on high. 37.

WATTS. H, bless the Lord, my soul !

Psalm 103.

And aid my tongue to bless his name,

Whose favors are divine.
2 Oh, bless the Lord, my soul !

Nor let his mercies lie
Forgotten in unthankfulness,

And without praises die.
3 'T is he forgives thy sins ;

'T is he relieves thy pain ;
'T is he that heals thy sicknesses,

And makes thee young again.
4 He crowns thy life with love,

When ransomed from the grave;
He who redeemed my soul from hell,

Hath sovereign power to save.




Psalm 34.


THIR trouble and in joy,

HROUGH all the changing scenes of life,

The praises of my God shall still

My heart and tongue employ.
2 Oh, magnify the Lord with me,

With me exalt his name!
When in distress to him I called,

He to my rescue came.
3 The hosts of God encamp around

The dwellings of the just;
Deliverance he affords to all

Who on his succor trust.
4 Oh, make but trial of his love:

Experience will decide
How blest are they, and only they,

Who in his truth confide.


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ING, ye redeemèd of the Lord,

Your great Deliverer sing ;
Pilgrims for Zion's city bound,

Be joyful in your King.
2 His hand divine shall lead you on

Through all the blissful road,
Till to the sacred mount you rise

And see your smiling God.

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