2 Thou, undertaking in our room,
Didft not abhor the virgin's womb:
The pains of death o'ercome by thee
Made heaven to all believers free.
3 At God's right hand thou haft thy feat,
And in the Father's glory great,
We do believe that thou fhalt come
To judge us, and to feal our doom.
4 Lord, help thy fervants, whom (when loft)
Thy blood redeem'd at fo great coft;
Place them on everlasting thrones
Of glory, with thy holy ones..
5 Thy people, Lord, do thou protect,
And blefs thy heritage elect,
Govern thy church, and, Lord, advance
For ever thy inheritance.
6 Thy mercy, Lord, to us difpenfe,
According to our confidence;
Lord I have put my trust in thee,
O let me not confounded be!
Vouchsafe, O Lord, to keep us this Day without Sin.
TOUCHSAFE to keep me, Lord this day
Without committing fin,
And with me let thy Spirit stay,
Till he is fixt within.
And is it not thy will
Still to preferve thy fervant pure
From every touch of ill?
3 Whate'er I afk, the truth hath faid,
I furely fhall receive:
I ask to be made free indeed,
And without fin to live.
4 Whate'er I afk in faith I have,
As fure as God is true;
My faithful God is ftrong to fave,
And he is ready too.
5 Willing he is that all fhould live
From all their fins fet free:
Lord, I thy folemn word receive,
Thy oath to rescue me.
6 Vouchsafe to keep me, Lord, this day,
And every day from fin,
Until thou take it all away,
And bring thy nature in.
NFINITE God, to Thee we raise
Our hearts, in folemn fongs of praise;
By all thy works on earth ador'd,
We worship Thee, the common Lord,
The everlafting Father own,
And bow our fouls before thy throne.
2 Thee all the choir of angels fings,
The Lord of hofts, the King of kings!
Cherubs proclaim thy praise aloud,
And feraphs fhout the TRIUNE GOD!
And holy, holy, holy, cry,
Thy glory fills both earth and sky!
3 God of the patriarchal race,
The ancient feers record thy praise,
The goodly apoftolic band
In higheft joy and glory ftand,
And all the faints and prophets join
To extol thy majefty divine.
4 Head of the martyr's noble hoft,
Of Thee they justly make their boast; The church to earth's remoteft bounds Her heav'nly founder's praife refounds, And ftrive with thofe around the throne To hymn the myftic Three in One.
5 Father of endless majesty,
All might and love they render Thee,
Thy true and only Son adore,
The fame in dignity and
And God the Holy Ghoft declare,
The faints eternal Comforter.
It is very meet, right, &c. Therefore, &c.
EET and right it is to fing,
In ev'ry time and place,
Glory to our heav'nly king,
The God of truth and grace;
Join we then with fweet accord,
All in one thanksgiving join:
HOLY, HOLY, HOLY, Lord,
Eternal praise be thine!
2 Thee the firft-born fons of light,
In choral fymphonies,
Praife by day, day without night,
And never, never cease:
Angels and archangels all
Praife the myftic Three in One;
Sing, and ftop, and gaze, and fall
O'erwhelm'd before thy throne.
3 Vying with that happy choir,
Who chaunt thy praise above,
We on eagle's wings afpire,
The wings of faith and love:
Thee they fing with glory crown'd;
We extol the flaughter'd Lamb;
Lower if our voices found,
Our fubject is the same.
4 Father, God, thy love we praise
Which gave thy son to die:
Jefus, full of truth and grace,
Alike we glorify;
Spirit, Comforter divine,
Praife by all to thee be giv❜n;
'Till we in full chorus join,
And earth is turn'd to heav'n.
EET and right it is to fing
Glory to our God and king:
Meet in every time and place,
To rehearse his folemn praise.
2 Join ye faints, the fong around; Angels help the chearful found; Publish through the world abroad 'Glory to th' eternal God.
3 Praises here to thee we give,
Gracious thou our thanks receive;
Holy Father, fov'reign Lord,
Ev'ry where be thou ador'd.
4 Though th' injurious world exclaim,
Sing we still in Jefu's name;
Saviour, thee we ever blefs,
Thee our Lord and God confefs.
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