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Song of Moses and the Lamb.
Of Moses and the Lamb;
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 Sing on your heavenly way,
Ye ransomed sinners, sing; Sing on, rejoicing every day
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.
William Hammond, alt.
S. M. Praise and thanksgiving. TAND up, and bless the Lord,
Ye people of his choice; Stand up, and bless the Lord your God,
With heart, and soul, and voice. 2 Though high above all praise,
Above all blessing high,
And laud, and magnify? 3 () for the living flame
From his own altar brought,
And wing to heaven our thought !
4 God is our strength and song,
And his salvation ours; Then be his love in Christ proclaimed
With all our ransomed powers. 5 Stand up, and bless the Lord;
The Lord your God adore;
Henceforth, for evermore.
Help us to praise :
Ancient of days!
Our prayer attend; Come, and thy people bless, And give thy word success : Spirit of holiness,
On us descend ! 3 Come, holy Comforter, Thy sacred witness bear
In this glad hour: Thou who almighty art, Now rule in every heart, And ne'er from us depart,
Spirit of power! 4 To thee, great One and Three, Eternal praises be
Hence, evermore: Thy sovereign majesty May we in glory see, And to eternity
Love and adore !
Thy promised presence claim;
Assembled in thy name.
Which here we come to prove;
And everlasting love.
Or selfishness we meet;
And worldly thoughts forget.
Which thou hast freely given;
That we may meet in heaven.
But O thyself reveal!
The mighty comfort feel.
The death of sin remove;
In hope of perfect love.
Let the Creator's praise arise;
3 Your lofty themes, ye mortals, bring;
Ye nations bow with sacred
He can create, and he destroy. 2 His sovereign power, without our aid,
Made us of clay, and formed us men; And when like wandering sheep we strayed,
He brought us to his fold again. 3 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs,
High as the heavens our voices raise; And earth, with her ten thousand tongues,
Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise. 4 Wide as the world is thy command;
Vast as eternity thy love;
When rolling years shall cease to move.
Isaac Watts, alt. by J. Wesley.
Thou God of hosts, by all adored;
3 Apostles join the glorious throng,
Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice: Him serve with fear, his praise forth tell, Come
before him, and rejoice. 2 The Lord, ye know, is God indeed,
Without our aid he did us make; We are his flock, he doth us feed,
And for his sheep he doth us take. 3 ( enter then his gates with praise,
Approach with joy his courts unto: Praise, laud, and bless his name always,
For it is seemly so to do.
His mercy is forever sure;
And shall from age to age endure.
Accept the tribute which we bring; Accept thy well-deserved renown, And wear our praises as thy crown. 2 Let every act of worship be Like our espousals, Lord, to thee; Like the blest hour, when from above We first received the pledge of love.