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S.M. 1 IOME, we that love the Lord,
And let our joys be known; Join in a song of sweet accord,
And thus surround the throne. 2 The sorrows of the mind
Be banished from this place: Religion never was designed
To make our pleasures less. 3 The God that rules on high,
And thunders when He please, That rides upon the stormy sky,
And manages the seas; 4 This awful God is ours,
To us reveals His love;
And never, never sin;
Drink endless pleasures in. 6 Yes, and before we rise
To that immortal state,
Should constant joy create. 7 The sons of God have found
Glory begun below;
From faith and hope may grow. 8 Then let our songs abound,
And every tear be dry; We're marching through Immanuel's ground
To fairer worlds on high.
carry us above.
СМ. 1 IFT
to God the voice of praise, Whose breath our souls inspired; Loud and more loud the anthem raise,
With grateful ardour fired.
Whose tender care sustains
With death's unnumbered pains. 3 Lift up to God the voice of praise,
Whose goodness, passing thought,
With benefits unsought.
From whom salvation flows;
From everlasting woes.
For hope's transporting ray,
To realms of endless day.
C.M. 10 1 TILL Thou my life, O Lord my God,
In every part with praise,
Thy being and Thy ways.
Nor even the praising heart,
Of praise in every part, ---
3 Praise in the common words I speak,
Life's common looks and tones,
Where holy voices chime,
The quiet rooms of time.
Let all my being speak
Poor though I be, and weak.
Receive the glory due,
Be turned into a song,
The echo shall prolong.
From sacredness be free;
C.M. 11 0 WHEREFORE, Lord, doth Thy dear
2 How can this heart divinely glow,
So ready to transgress?
My sins Thy praise oppress.
Keep in Thy ways my feet;
Then shall my songs be sweet. 4 Each sin I cast away shall make
My soul more strong to soar;
A strain divine the more.
The more I wait on Thee;
The angelic harmony.
The everlasting hymn?
Those tuneful Seraphim.
Make this poor voice divine,
No sweeter song than mine?
T. H. GILL.
1 RACIOUS Power, the world pervading,
We are met to worship Thee;
But in spirit true and free.
3 By Thy wisdom mind is lighted,
Light and love all flow from Thee;
Must Thy noblest homage be.
We the present Godhead see.
We are met to worship Thee.
W. J. FOX
C.M. 13 1 TULL many a smile, full many a song
Makes glad my portion here; Lord, all my strains to Thee belong;
Thou sendest all my cheer. 2 Joy ! joy ! when Thou the theme dost lend,
When Thou the song dost make! How sweet Thy gifts on Thee to spend,
Thy glory home to take.
Thy glory makes me glad;
For Thou art brightly clad. 4 Full triumph doth