3 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. 4 Wide as the world is thy command, Vast as eternity thy love;

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Firm as a rock thy truth must stand,
When rolling years shall cease to move.

Thanksgiving.

104th.

What shall I do, my Saviour to praise; So faithful and true, so plenteous in grace; So strong to deliver, so good to redeem The weakest believer, that hangs upon Him?

2 How happy the man whose heart is set free; The people that can be joyful in Thee; Their joy is to walk in the light of thy face; And still they are talking of Jesus's grace.

3 Their daily delight shall be in thy name, They shall as their right thy righteousness claim;

Thy righteousness wearing, and cleans'd by thy blood,

Bold shall they appear in the presence of God.

4 For thou art their boast, their glory and pow'r,
And I also trust to see the glad hour,
My soul's new creation, a life from the dead,
The day of salvation that lifts up my head.

5 Yes, Lord, I shall see the bliss of Thine own, Thy secret to me shall soon be made known; For sorrow and sadness I joy shall receive, And share in the gladness of all that believe.

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R

Rejoicing in God.

104th.

EJOICE evermore with angels above, In Jesus's pow'r, in Jesus's love; With glad exultation your triumph proclaim Ascribing salvation to God and the Lamb.

2 Thou, Lord, our relief in trouble hast been; Hast sav'd us from grief, hast sav'd us from sin: The pow'r of thy Spirit can set our hearts free, And we shall inherit all fulness in thee.

3 All fulness of peace, all fulness of joy,
And spiritual bliss that never can cloy;
To us it is given in Jesus to know
A kingdom of heav'n, a heav'n below.

4 No more we comply while sinners invite,

Nor wish to come nigh their source of delight;
Their joy is all sadness, their mirth is all vain,
Their laughter is madness, their pleasure is
pain.

50 may they at last with sorrow return!
The pleasure to taste for which they were born!
Our Jesus receiving, our happiness prove,
The joy of believing the heaven of love.

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The Love of Christ adored.

NOW prepare your hearts to sing
Glory to our God and King;

Now a shout of triumph raise,
Fill the heav'ns with Jesus' praise.

2 Hallelujah to the Lamb!

Loud his wond'rous love proclaim :
He for sinners freely dy'd!
Was for sinners crucify'd!

3 Now my doubts and fears be o'er,
We distrust his grace no more;
Full assurance may we prove,
Settled in the Saviour's love.

4 In our Jesu's arms secure
To the end may we endure!
Join with us, ye angels join,
Praise his name in hymns divine.
5 Earth below and heav'n above
Wonder at his boundless love;
All admire his grace and pow'r,
Bless the Lord for evermore.

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GL

Glory to God in Christ.

LORY be to God on high, God whose glory fills the sky; Peace on earth to man forgiv'n, Man the well-belov'd of heav'n.

7s.

7s.

2 Sov'reign Father, heav'nly King,
Thee we now presume to sing;
Glad thine attributes confess,
Glorious all and numberless.

3 Hail, by all thy works ador'd!
Hail, the everlasting Lord!
Thee with thankful hearts we prove,
Lord of pow'r, and God of love!

4 Christ our Lord and God we own,
Christ the Father's only Son;
Lamb of God for sinner's slain,
Saviour of offending man.

5 Pow'rful Advocate with God,
Justify us by thy blood;

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Bow thine ear, in mercy bow,
Hear, the world's atonement thou.

Christ the great Melchisedec.

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THOU dear Redeemer, dying Lamb!

We love to hear of Thee:

No music, like thy lovely name,

Does sound so sweet to me!

O may we ever hear thy voice
In mercy to us speak!

And in our Priest will we rejoice,
Thou great Melchisedec!

2 Our Jesus shall be still our theme,
While in this world we stay;
We'll sing our Jesu's lovely name,
When all things else decay:
When we appear in yonder cloud,
With all his favour'd throng,

Then will we sing more sweet, more loud,
And Jesus be our song.

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!

2 Extol the Lamb of God,

The great-atoning Lamb!
Redemption in his blood

Throughout the world proclaim;
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home!

3 Ye who have sold for nought
Your heritage above,

Shall have it back unbought,
The gift of Jesu's love;
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home

P. M.