J. HATTON.

ROM all that dwell below the skies,

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Let the Creator's praise arise;

Let the Redeemer's name be sung,
Through every land, by every tongue.

2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord;
Eternal truth attends thy word:

Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore,
Till suns shall rise and set no more.

3 Your lofty themes, ye mortals, bring;
In songs of praise divinely sing;
The great salvation loud proclaim,

And shout for joy the Saviour's name.

4 In every land begin the song;

To every land the strains belong;
In cheerful sounds all voices raise,
And fill the world with loudest praise.

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The song of Moses and the Lamb.

WAKE, and sing the song

Of Moses and the Lamb;

Wake, every heart and every tongue,
To praise the Saviour's Name.

2 Sing of his dying love;
Sing of his rising power;
Sing how he intercedes above
For those whose sins he bore.

3 Ye pilgrims, on the road
To Zion's city, sing;
Rejoice ye in the Lamb of God,—
In Christ, the' eternal King.
4 Soon shall we hear him say,-
Ye blessed children, come;
Soon will he call us hence away,

To our eternal home.

5 There shall each raptured tongue
His endless praise proclaim;
And sweeter voices tune the song
Of Moses and the Lamb.

4 Thy temple is the arch

Of yon unmeasured sky;

Thy Sabbath, the stupendous march
Öf vast eternity.

5 Lord, may that holier day
Dawn on thy servants' sight;
And purer worship may we pay
In heaven's unclouded light.

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Our debt paid upon the cross.

WHAT majesty and grace

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shine!
'Tis God that speaks, and we confess
The doctrine most divine.

2 Down from his throne on high,
The mighty Saviour comes;
Lays his bright robes of glory by,
And feeble flesh assumes.

3 The debt that sinners owed,
Upon the cross he pays:

Then through the clouds ascends to God, 'Midst shouts of loftiest praise.

4 There our High Priest appears,
Before his Father's throne;
Mingles his merits with our tears,
And pours salvation down.

5 Great Sov'reign, we adore
Thy justice and thy grace,
And on thy faithfulness and power
Our firm dependence place.

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MORNINGTON.

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The solemn midnight cry.

THOU Judge of quick and dead,

Before whose bar severe,

With holy joy or guilty dread,
We all shall soon appear;
Our caution'd souls prepare
For that tremendous day,

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And fill us now with watchful care,
And stir us up to pray:

2 To pray and wait the hour,
That awful hour unknown,
When, robed in majesty and power,
Thou shalt from heaven come down,
The' immortal Son of man,

To judge the human race,
With all thy Father's dazzling train,
With all thy glorious grace.
3 To damp our earthly joys,

To' increase our gracious fears,
Forever let the archangel's voice
Be sounding in our ears
The solemn midnight cry,-

Ye dead, the Judge is come;
Arise, and meet him in the sky,
And meet your instant doom.
4 O may we all be found

Obedient to thy word, Attentive to the trumpet's sound, And looking for our Lord.

O may we thus ensure

A lot among the blest;

And watch a moment to secure

An everlasting rest.

Myself, my residue of days,
I consecrate to thee.

2 Thy ransom'd servant, I
Restore to thee thine own;
And from this moment live or die,
To serve my God alone.

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high.

WE lift our hearts to thee,

O Day-star from on high! The sun itself is but thy shade, Yet cheers both earth and sky. 2 O let thy rising beams

The night of sin disperse,—
The mists of error and of vice,
Which shade the universe.

3 How beauteous nature now;
How dark and sad before;
With joy we view the pleasing change,
And nature's God adore.

4 O may no gloomy crime
Pollute the rising day;

Or Jesus' blood, like evening dew,
Wash all the stains away.

5 May we this life improve,
To mourn for errors past;
And live this short revolving day
As if it were our last.

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1. O disclose

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EARTS of stone, relent, relent!
Break, by Jesus' cross subdued;

See his body mangled, rent,

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Stain'd and cover'd with his blood!
Sinful soul, what hast thou done?
Crucified the' eternal Son.

2 Yes, thy sins have done the deed;
Driven the nails that fix'd him there;
Crown'd with thorns his sacred head;
Plunged into his side the spear;
Made his soul a sacrifice,
While for sinful man he dies.

3 Wilt thou let him bleed in vain?
Still to death thy Lord pursue?
Open all his wounds again,

And the shameful cross renew? No; with all my sins I'll part; Saviour, take my broken heart.

2 By the tenderness that wept
O'er the grave where Laz'rus slept;
By the bitter tears that flow'd
Over Salem's lost abode,-
Saviour, look with pitying eye;
Saviour, help me, or I die.
3 By thy lonely hour of prayer;
By the fearful conflict there;
By thy cross and dying cries;
By thy one great sacrifice,-
Saviour, look with pitying eye;
Saviour, help me, or I die.
4 By thy triumph o'er the grave;
By thy power the lost to save;
By thy high, majestic throne;
By the empire all thine own,-
Saviour, look with pitying eye;
Saviour, help me, or I die.
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Come, and welcome.

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FROM the cross uplifted high, Where the Saviour deigns to die, What melodious sounds we hear Bursting on the ravish'd ear:Love's redeeming work is doneCome and welcome, sinner, come!

2 Sprinkled now with blood the throne-
Why beneath thy burdens groan?
On his piercéd body laid,
Justice owns the ransom paid;
Bow the knee,-embrace the Son-
Come and welcome, sinner, come!
3 Spread for thee, the festal board
See with richest bounty stored;
To thy Father's bosom press'd,
Thou shalt be a child confess'd,
Never from his house to roam;
Come and welcome, sinner, come!