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OVE divine all love excelling,
Joy of heaven to earth come down!
Fix in us thy humble dwelling,
All thy faithful mercies crown :
Jefus thou art all compaffion,

Pure unbounded love thou art,
Vifit us with thy falvation,

Enter every trembling heart,

Breathe! O breathe! thy loving spirit,
Into every troubled breast;
Let us all in thee inherit,

Let us find thy promis'd reft :
Take away the pow'r of finning,
Alpha and Omega be;
End of faith, as its beginning,
Set our hearts at liberty.

3 Come! Almighty to deliver, Let us all thy life receive; Suddenly return and never,

Never more thy temples leave! Thee we wou'd be always bleffing,

Serve thee as thine hosts above; Pray and praise thee without ceafing, Glory in thy precious love.

4 Finish then thy new creation,
Pure and spotlefs may we bo,
Let us fee thy great falvation,
Perfectly reftor'd by thee!

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Chang'd from glory into glory,
'Till in heav'n we take our place,
'Till we caft our crowns before thee,
Loft in wonder, love and praise.

E dies! the friend of finners dies!
Lo! Salem's daughters weep around,
A folemn darkness veils the skies!


A fudden trembling shakes the ground!
Come, Saints, and drop a tear or two,

For him who groan'd beneath your load!
He shed a thousand drops for you,
A thousand drops of richer blood.

Here's love and grief beyond degree,

The Lord of glory dies for men!
But lo! what fudden joys we see,

Jefus, the dead, revives again!
The rifing God forfakes the tomb,

(The tomb in vain forbids his rife,)
Angelic legions guard him home,

And fhout him welcome to the kies!

3 Break of your tears, ye Saints, and tell How high our great Deliver reigns,


Sing how he fpoil'd the hofts of hell,
And led the monster Death in chains,
Say, live for ever wond'rous King

Born to redeem, and strong to fave! Then afk the monster-where's thy fting And where's thy victory, boasting grave?

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O! he comes with clouds defcending, Once for favour'd finners flain; Thousand, thoufand Saints attending, Swell the triumph of his train : Hallelujah!

Hallelujah! Amen!

2 Ev'ry eye fhall now behold him, Rob'd in dreadful majesty;

Those who set at nought and fold him, Pierc'd and nail'd him to the tree, Deeply wailing,

Shall the true MESSIAH fee.

3 Ev'ry ifland, fea, and mountain,

Heav'n and earth fhall flee away; All who hate him, muft confounded, Hear the trump proclaim the day, Come to judgment ! Come to judgment ! come away.


4 Now redemption, long expected,
See in folemn pomp appear!
All his Saints by man rejected,
Now fhall meet him in the air

See the day of God appear !

Answer thine own Bride and Spirit,
Haften, Lord, the gen'ral doom,
The new heav'n and earth t' inherit,
Take thy pining exhiles home,

All creation

Travails! groans! and bids thee come.

6 Yea, Amen! let all adore thee,
High on thine eternal throne !
Saviour, take the pow'r and glory,
Claim the kingdom for thine own:
O come quickly,
Hallelujah! come, Lord come.



ARK! the herald angels fing,
Glory to the new-born Kingi
Peace on earth and mercy mild,
God and Sinners reconcil'd.
Joyful all ye nations rise,
Join the triumph of the skies,
With th' angelic hoft proclaim,
"Chrift is born in Bethlehem."


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Hark! the herald angels fing,
Glory to the new-born King.

2 Chrift, by highest heav'n ador'd,
Chrift, the everlasting Lord;
Late in time behold him come,
Offspring of a virgin's womb:
Veil'd in flesh the Godhead fee,
Hail th' incarnate Deity!
Pleas'd as man, with men t' appear,
Jefus, our Immanuel here.

Chorus. Hark! the herald, &c.

3 Hail the heav'n-born Prince of peace,

Hail the Sun of righteousnefs!


Light and life to all he bring,
Ris'n with healing in his wings:
Mild he lays his glory by,
Born that man no more may die;
Born to raise the fons of earth,
Born to give them fecond birth.

Chorus. Hark! the herald, &c.

Shout, ye nations of the earth,
Sing the triumphs of his birth;
All the world by him is bleft;
Sound his praise from east to west:
Jews and Gentiles jointly fing
Christ our common Lord and King,
Christ our life, our joy, our fong,
To eternity prolong.

Chorus. Hark! the herald. &c.



ROM all that dwell below the fkies,
Let the Creator's praise arife,
Let the Redeemer's name be fung,
Thro' ev'ry land by ev'ry tongue.

Eternal are thy mercies Lord,
Eternal truth attends thy word,


Thy praise fhall found from shore to shore,
Till funs fhall rife and fet no more.

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