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4 May the gospel's joyful sound
Conquer sinners, comfort saints,
Bring relief from all complaints :
Till we join the church above.
WATTS. Praise to our Creator. 1 YE nations round the earth, rejoice
Before the Lord, your sovereign King ;
With all your tongues his glory sing. 2 The Lord is God; 't is he alone
Doth life, and breath, and being give;
The sheep that on his pastures live. 3 Enter his gates with songs of joy ;
With praises to his courts repair ;
To pay your thanks and honors there. 4 The Lord is good ; the Lord is kind ; Great is his
mercy sure ; And all the race of man shall find
His truth from age to age endure. 17. S. M.
That saw the Lord arise ;
And these rejoicing eyes.
And feasts his saints to-day ;
3 One day amid the place
Where Christ, my Lord, has been
Of pleasure and of sin.
In such a frame as this,
To everlasting bliss.
To hear the people cry,
Yes, with a cheerful zeal,
We haste to Zion's hill,
Adorned with wondrous grace,
In thee our tribes appear,
To pray, and praise, and hear
And joy within thee wait,
The man who seeks thy peace,
And wishes thine increase,
WATTS. The Sovereign Jehovah. 1 BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne,
Ye nations bow with sacred joy ;
2 His sovereign power, without our aid,
Made us of clay, and formed us men ;
He brought us to his fold again. 3 We are his people ; we his care ;
Our souls, and all our mortal frame:
Almighty Maker, to thy name ?
High as the heaven our voices raise ;
Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise. 5 Wide as the world is thy command ;
Vast as eternity thy love ;
When rolling years shall cease to move.
BARBAULD. The Lord's Day Morning. 1 AGAIN the Lord of life and light
Awakes the kindling ray,
And pours increasing day.
The heathen world in gloom !
Triumphant from the tomb !
And loud hosannas sung ;
And praise on every tongue.
To hail this welcome morn ;
Lord, we love to worship there ;
Let thine ear in love attend ;
Tune our lips, inspire our tongue ;
Christ, the Lord our Righteousness.
While we tremble at thy law,
Every doubt and fear remove.
Let our hearts within us burn;
TATE & BRADY.
Loud thanks to our Almighty King ;
When our salvation's Rock we praise.
To thank him for his favors past ;
The praise that to his name belongs.
And bow with adoration there ;
SALISBURY COLL. The House of God. 1 LO, God is here ! Let us adore,
And humbly bow before his face ;
Let all within us seek his grace.
United choirs of angels sing;
Heaven's host their noblest homage bring. 3 Being of beings, may our praise
Thy courts with grateful fragrance fill!
Still hear and do thy sovereign will !
I baste to seek thy face ;
Without thy cheering grace.
Beneath a burning sky,
And they must drink, or die.
Can my best passions move,
As thy forgiving love.
I'll bless my God and King ;