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Let the Redeemer's name be sung
Through every land, by every tongue.

2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord :

Eternal truth attends thy word :
Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore,
Till suns shall rise and set no more.

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Psalm 68.

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Crown him, ye nations, in your song:
His wondrous name and power rehearse;

His honors shall enrich your verse.
2 He rides and thunders through the sky;

His name, Jehovah, sounds on high ;
Praise him aloud, ye sons of grace ;

Ye saints, rejoice before his face.
3 God is our shield, our joy, our rest;

God is our King, proclaim him blest;
When terrors rise, when nations faint,
He is the strength of every saint.

FRANCK

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Te Deum.

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THEE we adore, eternal Lord !

We praise thy name with one accord ; Thy saints, who here thy goodness see,

Through all the world do worship thee.
2 To thee aloud all angels cry,

The heavens and all the powers on high :
Thee, Holy, holy, holy King,

Lord God of hosts, they ever sing.
3 Th’ apostles join the glorious throng;

The prophets swell th' immortal song;
The martyrs' noble army raise

Eternal anthems to thy praise.
4 From day to day, O Lord, do we

Highly exalt and honor thee!
Thy name we worship and adore,
World without end, for evermore!

WATTS.

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Girded with majesty and might:
The world, created by his hands,
Still on its firm foundation stands.

WATTS.

2 But ere this spacious world was made,

Or had its first foundation laid,
Thy throne eternal ages stoord,

Thyself the ever-living God.
3 Like floods the angry nations rise,

And aim their rage against the skies :
Vain floods, that aim their rage so high!

At thy rebuke the billows die.
4 For ever shall thy throne endure:

Thy promise stands for ever sure;
And everlasting holiness
Becomes the dwelling of thy grace.

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Psalm 90.

WATTS

OUR God, our help in agres past;

Our hope for years to come, Our shelter from the stormy blazin

And our eternal home!

2 Under the shadow of thy throne,

Thy saints have dwelt secure; Sufficient is thine arm alone,

And our defense is sure. 3 Before the hills in order stood,

Or earth received her frame, From everlasting thou art God,

To endless years the same. 4 Time, like an ever-rolling stream,

Bears all its sons away : They fly, forgotten, as a dream

Dies at the opening day.
5 Our God, our help in ages past,

Our hope for years to come,
Be thou our guard while troubles last,

And our eternal home!

K.

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Psalm 102 : 23--28.

WATTS

GREAT worthless iworite are the!!

What worthless worms are we!
Let the whole race of creatures bow,

And pay their praise to thee.
2 Thy throne eternal ages stood,

Ere seas or stars were made;
Thou art the ever-living God,

Were all the nations dead.
3 Eternity, with all its years,

Stands present in thy view ;
To thee there's nothing old appears,

Great God! there's nothing new.
4 Our lives through various scenes are drawn,

And vexed with trifling cares ;
While thine eternal thoughts move on

Thine undisturbed affairs,
5 Great God! how infinite art thou !

What worthless worms are we!
Let the whole race of creatures bow,

And pay their praise to thee.

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Ps. 104 : 1, 2.

FABER

My God, how wonderful thou art,

How glorious is thy mercy-seat,

In depths of burning light!
2 Yet I may love thee too, O Lord,

Almighty as thou art;
For thou hast stooped to ask of me

The love of my poor heart.
3 No earthly father loves like thee,

No mother half so mild
Bears and forbears, as thou hast done

With me, thy sinful child.
4 My God, how wonderful thou art,

Thou everlasting Friend !
On thee I stay my trusting heart,

Till faith in vision end.

AURELIA. 7, 6. D.

S. S. WESLEY.

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Psalm 90.

BICKERSTETH.

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GOD, the Rock of Ages,

Who evermore hast been,
What time the tempest rages,

Our dwelling-place serene:
Before thy first creations,

O Lord, the same as now,
To endless generations,

The Everlasting thou !
2 Our years are like the shadows

On sunny hills that lie,
Or grasses in the meadows

That blossom but to die :
A sleep, a dream, a story,

By strangers quickly told,
An unremaining glory

Of things that soon are old.

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