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167. Praise to the Redeemer. MIGHTY God, while angels bless thee,

May an infant lisp thy name?
Lord of men as well as angels,

Thou art every creature's theme.
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah, Hallelujah. Amen.
Lord of every land and nation,

Ancient of eternal days!
Sounded through the wide creation

Be thy just and lawful praise. Hal. Brightness of the Father's glory,

Shall thy praise unutter'd lie?
Fly, my tongue, such guilty silence !

Sing the Lord, who came to die. Hal. Did archangels sing thy coming ?

Did the shepherds learn their lays? Shame would cover me ungrateful,

Should my tongue refuse to praise. Hal. From the highest throne in glory,

To the cross of deepest woe; All to ransom guilty captives,

Flow, my praise, for ever flow. Hal. Go return, immortal Saviour,

Leave thy footstool, take thy throne; Thence return, and reign for ever,

Be the kingdom all thine owo. Hallelujah, &c.

169. Praise to the Saviour.

Now let us raise our cheerful strains, And join the blissful choir above; There our exalted Saviour reigns, And there they sing his wondrous love. While seraphs tune th’immortal song, O may we feel the sacred flame! And every heart and every tongue Adore the Saviour's glorious name! Jesus, who once upon the tree In agonizing pains expir’d; Who dy'd for rebels, yes, 'tis he! How bright ! how lovely! how admir'd! Jesus, who dy'd that we might live, Dy'd in the wretched traitor's place ; O'what returns can mortals give For such immeasurable grace? Were universal nature ours, And art with all her boasted store; Nature and art with all their powers, Would still confess the off'rer poor! Yet tho' for bounty so divine, We ne'er can equal honours raise, Jesus, may all our hearts be thiné, And all our tongues proclaim thy praise !

169. Jesus precious. Jesus, I love thy charming name,

"Tis music to my ear;

fain would I sound it out so loud,

That earth and heav'n might hear. Yes, thou art precious to my soul,

My transport and my trust;
Jewels to thee are gaudy toys,

And gold is sordid dust.
All my capacious pow'rs can wish

In thee doth richly meet;
Nor to my eyes is light so dear,

Nor friendship half 'so sweet. Thy grace shall dwell upon my heart,

And shed its fra įrance there;
The noblest balm of all its wounds,

The cordial of its care.
I'll speak the honours of thy name

With my last labouring breath;
And dying, clasp thee in my arms,

My comforter in death,

170. Love to Christ, My gracious Redeemer I love,

His praises aloud I'll proclaim, And join with the armies above

To shout his adorable name. To gaze on his glories divine

Shall be my eternal employ, And feel them incessantly shine,

My boundless ineffable joy.

He freely redeem'd with his blood

My soul from the confines of hell, To live on the smiles of

my God, And in his sweet presence to dwell; To shine with the angels of light,

With saints and with seraphs to sing, To view with eternal delight

My Jesus, my Saviour, my King. In Meshech, as yet, I reside,

A darksome and restless abode! Molested with foes on each side,

And longing to dwell with my God: O when shall my spirit exchange

This cell of corruptible clay For mansions celestial, and range

Thro' realms of ineffable day? My glorious Redeemer ! I long

To see thee descend on the cloud Amidst the bright numberless throng,

And mix with the triumphing crowd: O when wilt thou bid me ascend,

To join in thy praises above,
To gaze on thee, world without end,

And feast' on thy ravishing love?
Nor sorrow, nor sickness, nor pain,

Nor sin, nor temptation, nor fear,
Shall ever molest me again,
Perfection of glory reigns there.

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My joy everlastingly flows,

My God, my Redeemer is mine.

171. Address to Christ. LORD, what a heav'n of saving Shines thro' the beauties of thy face,

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And lights our passions to a fame!
Lord, how I love thy charming name!
When I can say my God is mine,
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I tread the world beneath my; feet, is...
And all that earth calls good or greated
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Our raptur'd eyes and souls employs,
Here we could sit and gaze away
A long, an everlasting day

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Well, we shall quickly pass the night,
To the fair coasts of perfect light:
Then shall our joyful senses rove

0. O'er the dear object of our love. There shall we drink full draughts of bliss, And pluck new life from heav'nly trees; Yet now and then, dear Lord, bestow A drop of heav'n on worlds below. Send comforts down from thy right hand, While we pass thro' this barren land, And in thy temple let us see A glimpse of love, a glimpse of thee.

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