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How sweet the Name of JESUs sounds . In a believer’s ear ! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear.

It makes the wounded spirit whole,
And calms the troubled breast;

'Tis manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary rest.

Dear Name ! the rock on which I build,
My shield and hiding-place;

My never-failing treasury, fill’d
With boundless stores of grace.

Weak is the effort of my heart,
And cold my warmest thought;

But when I see Thee as Thou art,
I’ll praise Thee as I ought.

Till then I would thy love proclaim
With every fleeting breath;

And may the music of thy Name
Refresh my soul in death !

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LET us with a gladsome mind
Praise the Lord, for He is kind;
For his mercies shall endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

He, with all-commanding might,
Fill'd the new-made world with light;
For his mercies shall endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

All things living He doth feed;
His full hand supplies their need;
For his mercies shall endure,
IEver faithful, ever sure.

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God of mercy, God of grace,
Show the brightness of thy face;
Shine upon us, Saviour, shine,
Fill thy Church with light divine;
And thy saving health extend
Unto earth’s remotest end.

Let the people praise Thee, Lord;
Be by all that live adored;
Let the nations shout and sing
Glory to their Saviour King;
At thy feet their tribute pay,
And thy holy will obey.

Let the people praise Thee, Lord;
Earth shall then her fruits afford;
God to man his blessing give,
Man to God devoted live;
All below, and all above,
One in joy, and light, and love.

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Give thanks to God Most High,
The universal Lord,

The sovereign King of kings,
And be his grace adored.

His power and grace
Are still the same;
And let his Name

Have endless praise.

How mighty is his hand!
What wonders hath He done !
He form'd the earth and seas,
And spread the heavens alone.
Thy mercy, Lord,
Shall still endure;
And ever sure
Abides thy Word.

Give thanks aloud to God,
To God the heavenly King;
And let the spacious earth
His works and glories sing.
Thy mercy, Lord,
Shall still endure;
And ever sure
Abides thy Word.

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CoME, O come! with sacred lays
Let us sound th’ Almighty’s praise;
Hither bring, in true consent,
Heart, and voice, and instrument.
To your voices tune the lute;
Let not tongue nor string be mute;
Not a creature dumb be found
That hath either voice or sound.

Let such things as do not live
In still music praises give:
Lowly pipe, all ye that creep
On the earth or in the deep.

Birds, your warbling treble sing;
Clouds, your peals of thunder ring;
Sun and moon, exalted higher,
And you stars, augment the choir.

Come, ye sons of human race,
In this chorus take your place;
And amid this mortal throng
Be ye masters of the song.
Let, in praise of God, the sound
Run a never-ending round;
That our holy hymn may be
Everlasting, as is He. -

So shall He, from heaven’s high tower
On the earth his blessing shower;
All this huge wide orb we see
Shall one choir, one temple be,
Then our voices we will rear,
Till we fill it every where.
Come, O come, with sacred lays,
Let us sound th’Almighty’s praise.

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CHRIST is gone up with a joyful sound,
He is gone to his bright ..

The armies of heaven they throng around,
To hail their ascended God.

He is gone to his glorious throne on high,
And to claim the victor's crown;

And captive He leads captivity,
And the foe He has overthrown.

He is gone to pour, from the fount of love,
Rich gifts on a sinful race;

To prepare a place for his saints above,
And to shed the Spirit’s grace.

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THou art gone up on high,
To mansions in the skies;
And round thy throne unceasingly
The songs of praise arise.
But we are lingering here,
With sin and care oppress'd;
Lord, send thy promised Comforter,
And lead us to our rest. -

Thou art gone up on high,
But Thou didst first come down,
Through earth’s most bitter misery
To pass unto thy crown;
And girt with griefs and fears
Our onward course must be ;
But only let that path of tears
Lead us at last to Thee!

Thou art gone up on high;
But Thou shalt come again,
With all the bright ones of the sky
Attendant in thy train.
Oh! by thy saving power,
So make us live and die,
That we may stand in that dread hour
At thy right hand on high.

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