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From cymbals loud his praise be heard;
But still more pleasing to the Lord,
The music of a grateful heart.

Let all that breathe, let ev'ry breath,
Declare his praise: nor cease in death
His endless glories to proclaim:
Let the whole church, below, above,
Exalted in the Saviour's love,

Shout hallelujahs to his name.




Morning Hymn.

AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun,
Thy daily course of duty run;
Shake off dull sloth, and early rise,
To pay thy morning sacrifice.

Glory to God, who safe hath kept,
And hath preserv'd me while I slept;
Grant, Lord, that when from death I wake,
I may of endless bliss partake.

Lord, I my vows to thee renew;
Disperse my sins as morning dew;
Guard ev'ry spring of thought and will,
And with my heart be present still.

May all my converse be sincere ;
My conscience as the noon-day clear:
For thy all-seeing eye surveys,
My secret thoughts, and all my ways.

Direct, control, suggest this day,
All I shall do, or think, or say;
That all my pow'rs, with all their might,
In thy sole service may unite.
Praise God, from whom, &c.

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HOW did my heart rejoice to hear,
My friends devoutly say,
"In Sion let us all appear,
And keep the solemn day!"
I love her gates, I love the road;
The church, adorn'd with grace,
Stands like a palace built for God,
To shew his milder face.

Up to her courts, with joys unknown,
The holy tribes repair;

The Son of David holds his throne,
And sits in judgment there.

He hears our praises and complaints;
Aud while his awful voice
Divides the sinners from the saints,
We tremble and rejoice.

Peace be within this sacred place,
And joy a constant guest!

With holy gifts and heav'nly grace,
Be her attendants blest.

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