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Three in-one, and one in three,
Great Jehovah, God alone! Be our all, O Lord divine!
Father, Saviour, Vital Breath! Body, spirit, soul be thine,
Now, and at, and after death! Glorious, thou, in holiness,
Father didst thy rights maintain; Truth and grace at once express,
When thy only Son was slain: Here is deepest wisdom seen;
Here the richest stores of grace; Mildest lore, and vengeance keen;
O how bright their mingled rays! 4 Fearful thou in praises too,
Loving Saviour, slaughter'd Lamb! We with joy and reverence view
All thy glory, all thy shame! Be thy death the death of sín,
Be thy life the sinner's plea; Save
rule within, Prophet, Priest, and King to me.
teach me, me,
PRAISE TO GOD.
(1.) L. M. 44.Praise to God as the Creator and Preserver. 1 BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne,
Ye nations bow with sacred joy: Know that the Lord is God alone;
He can create, and he destroy.
Made us of clay, and form'd us men,
He brought us to his fold again.
What lasting honours shall we rear,
Almighty Maker, to thy name? 4 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs;
High as the Heav'ns our voices raise; And earth, with her ten thousand tongues,
Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise. 5 Wide as the world is thy command;
Vast as eternity thy love; Firm as a rock thy truth must stand, When rolling years shall cease to move.
(3.) C. M.
Praise to God for Preservation 45.
and Redemption. 1 YE E humble souls, approach your God With songs
of sacred praise; For He is good, immensely good,
And kind are all his ways.
In him we live and move:
The wonders of his love.
To ransom rebel worms.
In its diviner forms.
'Tis here our hope relies;
When storms of trouble risc.
The souls who trust in thee;
With bliss divinely free.
What honours shall we raise
Not all the raptur'd songs above
(5) L. M 46.
Praise for the Mercies of God.
Mercy and truth are all his ways.
Repeat his mercies in your song.
The King of kings with glory crown.
When lords and kings are known no more: 3 He built the earth, he spread the sky,
And fix'd the starry lights on high.
Repeat his mercies in your song.
He bids the moon direct the night.
When suns and moons shall shine no more. 5 He sent his Son with pow'r to save
From guilt, and darkness, and the grave. Wonders of grace to God belong:
Repeat his mercies in your song. 6 Through this vain world he guides our feet,
And leads us to his heav'nly seat.
When this vain world shall be no more. 47.
(7.) P. M. 1
I'LL praise my Maker, whilst I've breath;
And, when my voice is lost in death,
2 Happy the man whose hopes rely
And earth, and seas, with all their train.
And none shall find his promise vain. 3 The Lord pours eye-sight on the blind; The Lord supports the fainting mind;
He sends the lab’ring conscience peace; He helps the stranger in distress, The widow and the fatherless,
And grants the pris’ner sweet release. 4 1'll praise him, while he lends me breath; And, when my voice is lost in death,
Praise shall employ my nobler pow'rs. My days of praise shall ne'er be past, Whilst life and thought and being last,
Or immortality endures. 48.
Your great Preserver, raise,
Let ev'ry voice
And loud rejoice.
Bright sov’reign of the day,
From morn to night,
Who made thee bright.
Wnich rise in silent hosts,
With cortless rays
Reflect his praise.
To celebrate his name,
Let nature raise
Of grateful praise.
Should nobler praises flow;
Your voices raise,
Declare his praise.
(10.) P. M. 1 GLORY be to God on high,
God, whose glory fills the sky;
Glory be to God on high,
God, whose glory fills the sky. 2 Favour'd mortals, raise the song;
Endless thanks to God belong;
Glory be, &c. & Call the tribes of beings round, From creation's utmost bound;