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Publifh thro' the World abroad,
Glory to th' eternal God.

Praises here to thee we give,
Gracious thou our Thanks receive;
Holy Father, fov'reign Lord,
Ev'ry where be thou ador'd.

Tho' th' injurious World exclaim,
Sing we ftill in Jefu's Name :
Saviour, thee we ever blefs,
Thee our Lord and God confefs.

HYMN LXII.

Therefore with Angels, &c. ORD and God of heav'nly Pow'rs, LORD Theirs--yet oh benignly ours;

Glorious King, let Earth proclaim,
Worms attempt to chaunt thy Name.

Thee to laud in Songs divine,
Angels and Archangels join;
We with thein our Voices raife,
Echoing thy eternal Praife.

Holy, holy, holy Lord,

Live by Heaven and Earth ador'd;
Full of thee, they ever cry,

Glory be to God most high!

HYMN LXIII.

Glory be to God on high, &c.

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LORY be to God on high,
God whofe Glory fills the Sky;

Peace on Earth to Man forgiv'n,
Man, the well-belov'd of Heav'n.
Sov'reign Father, heav'nly King,
Thee we now prefume to fing;
Glad thine Attributes confefs,
Glorious all and numberlefs.

Hail by all thy Works ador'd,
Hail the everlafting Lord!
Thee with thankful Hearts we prove,
Lord of Pow'r, and God of Love.

Christ our Lord and God we own,
Chrift the Father's only Son,
Lamb of God for Sinners flain,
Saviour of offending Man.

Pow'rful Advocate with God,
Juftify us by thy Blood;
Bow thine Ear, in Mercy bow,
Hear the World's Atonement thou !

Hear; for thou, O Chrift, alone;
With thy gracious Sire, art one,
One the Holy Ghoft, with thee,
One fupreme eternal Three.

'TIS

HYMN LXIV.
It is finished.

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IS finifh'd, the Redeemer-fail,
And meekly bow'd his dying Head;

Whilft we this Sentence scan :

Come, Sinners, and obferve the Word,
Behold the Conquefts of our Lord,
Compleat for helpless Man.

Finish'd the Righteoufnefs of Grace,
Finish'd for Sinners pard'ning Peace ;
Their mighty Debt is paid;
Accufing Law, cancell'd by Blood.
And Wrath of an offended God,
In fweet Oblivion laid.

Who now fhall urge a fecond Claim ?
The Law no longer can condemn,
Faith a Release can fhew:
Juftice itself a Friend appears,
The prifon-house a Whisper hears,
Loofe him, and let him go.

O Unbelief, injurious Bar!
Source of tormenting fruitlefs Fear,
Why doft thou yet reply?
Where'er thy loud Objections fall,
'Tis finifh'd, ftill may anfwer all,
And filence ev'ry Cry.

His Toil, divinely finish'd ftands,
But ah! the Praise his Word demands;
Careful may we attend!
Conclufion to our Souls be this,
Because Salvation finish'd is,
Our Thanks fhall never end.

HYMN LXV.

Adoption.

EHOLD what wond'rous Grace,
The Father hath beftow'd

Ca Sinners of a mortal Race,
To call them Sons of God,

Nor doth it yet appear,
How great they will be made;
But when they fee their Saviour here,
Saints fhall be like their Head.

A Hope fo much divine,

May Trials well endure;

May purge their Souls from Senfe and Sin,
As Chrift the Lord is pure.

O Lord, if in thy Love
We thare a filial Part,

Send down thy Spirit, like a Dove,

To reft upon each Heart.

Suffer us not to lie

Like Slaves before thy Throne; Let each now, Abba, Father, cry, And thou the Kindred own.

HYMN

LXVI.

Enjoyment of CHRIST.

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ORD, what a Heav'n of faving Grace!
Shines thro' the Beauties of thy Face,

O light our Paflions to a Flame!

Then fhall we love thy charming Name..

Then will a Scene of facred Joy,
Our raptur'd Eyes and Souls employ;
Then fhall we long to gaze away,
A long and everlasting Day.

Send Comforts, Lord, from thy Right Hand,
While we pass thio' this barren Land

And in thy Temple let us fee
A Glimpse of Love, a Glimpfe of thee.

HYMN LXVII.

Glory and Grace in the Perfon of CHRIST. OW to the Lord, a noble Song ; Awake my Soul, awake my Tongue,

NOW

Hofanna to th' eternal Name,

And all his boundless Love proclaim!

See where it fhines in Jefu's Face!
The brighteft Image of his Grace;
God in the Perfon of his Son,
Hath all his mightieft Works out-done.

Grace, 'tis a fweet, a charming Theme!
Exult, my Soul, at Jefu's Name!
Ye Angels dwell upon the Sound:
Ye Heav'ns, reflect it to the Ground!

Oh that we all may reach the Place,
Where he unveils his lovely Face,
Where all his Beauties you behold,
And fing his Name to Harps of Gold !

HYMN. LXVIH.
Looking to JESUS.

FOW glorious the Lamb

HOW

Is feen on his Throne !

His Labours are o’er,
His Conquefts put on;
A Kingdom is giv'n

Into our Lamb's Hand,

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