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BLOW ye the trumpet, blow;
The gladly solemn sound
Let all the nations know,

To earth's remotest bound;
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.

JESUS, our great High Priest,

Has full atonement made;
Ye weary spirits, rest;

Ye mournful souls, be glad:
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.

Extol the Lamb of God,

The all-atoning Lamb;
Redemption by his blood

Through all the world proclaim.
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.

Ye who have sold for nought
Your heritage above,
Receive it back unbought,
The gift of JESUS' love:

The year of jubilee is come;

Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.

49.

THE happy morn is come:

Triumphant o'er the grave The Saviour leaves the tomb, Omnipotent to save:

Captivity is captive led,

For JESUS liveth who was dead.

P.M.

Who now accuseth them

For whom their Surety died?
Who shall their souls condemn
Whom God hath justified?
Captivity is captive led,

For JESUS liveth, who was dead.

Christ hath the ransom paid;
The glorious work is done;
On Him our help is laid;

By Him our victory won:
Captivity is captive led,

For JESUS liveth, who was dead.

AFTER EASTER.

50.

C.M.

The Thanksgiving in the Communion Service.

To God be glory, peace on earth,
To all mankind good will;

We bless, we praise, we worship Thee,
And glorify Thee still.

And thanks for thy great glory give,
That fills our souls with light;
O Lord! God! heavenly King! the God
And Father of all might!

And Thou, begotten Son of God,

Before all time begun;

O JESU CHRIST! God! Lamb of God! The Father's only Son!

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Have mercy, Thou that tak'st the sins
Of all the world away;

Have mercy, Saviour of mankind,
And hear us when we pray!

O Thou, who sitt'st at God's right hand,
Upon the Father's throne,
Have mercy on us, Thou, O Christ,
Who art the Holy One!

Thou, Lord,-who with the Holy Ghost,
Whom earth and heaven adore,

In glory of the Father art

Most high for evermore.

51.

SONGS of praise the angels sang,
Heaven with hallelujahs rang,
When Jehovah's work begun,
When He spake, and it was done.
Songs of praise awoke the morn
When the Prince of Peace was born;
Songs of praise arose when He
Captive led captivity.

P.M.

Heaven and earth must pass away;
Songs of praise shall crown that day:
God will make new heavens and earth;
Songs of praise shall hail their birth.
And shall man alone be dumb,
Till that glorious kingdom come?
No! the Church delights to raise
Psalms, and hymns, and songs of praise.

Saints below, with heart and voice,
Still in songs of praise rejoice;
Learning here, by faith and love,
Songs of praise to sing above.

Borne upon their latest breath,
Songs of praise shall conquer death;
Then, amidst eternal joy,

Songs of praise their powers employ.

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OH! worship the King all glorious above,
Oh! gratefully sing his power and his love,
Our shield and defender, the Ancient of days,
Pavilion'd in splendour, and girded with praise.
Oh! tell of his might, O sing of his grace,
Whose robe is the light, whose canopy space.
His chariots of wrath deep thunder-clouds form,
And dark is his path on the wings of the storm.
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!

O measureless might! Ineffable love!
While angels delight to hymn Thee above,
The humbler creation, tho' feeble their lays,
With true adoration shall lisp to thy praise.

53.

THOU, God, all glory, honour, power
Art worthy to receive,

C.M.

Since all things by thy power were made,

And by thy bounty live.

And worthy is the Lamb all

power,

Honour, and wealth to gain,

Glory and strength; who for our sins
A sacrifice was slain.

All worthy Thou, who hast redeem'd
And ransom'd us to God,
From every nation, every coast,
By thy most precious blood.

Blessing and honour, glory, power,
By all in earth and heaven,
To Him that sits upon the throne,
And to the Lamb be given.

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PRAISE the Lord, whose mighty wonders
Earth, and air, and seas display;
Him, who high in tempests thunders,
Him whom countless worlds obey.
In the eastern skies ascending,
Praise Him, glorious orb of day;
Ocean, round the globe extending,
Praise Him, o'er thy boundless way.

Pines that crown the lofty mountains
Bow in sign of worship low;
All ye secret springs and fountains
Warble praises as ye flow:

Beasts, through nature's drear dominions,
Praise Him, where the wilds extend;
Praise Him, birds, whose sounding pinions
Up to heaven's gate ascend.

Man below, the lord of nature,
Angel choirs in realms above,
Hymning, praise the great Creator,
Praise th' eternal Fount of Love.
Teach us, Lord, to sing thy glory,
Till in heaven we take our place;
Till we cast our crowns before Thee,
Lost in wonder, love, and praise.

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