III.

YE angels round the throne,
And faints that dwell below,
Worship the Father, praife the Son,
And bless the Spirit too.

IV.

NOW to the great and facred Three,
The Father, Son, and Spirit, be

Eternal praise and glory giv'n,

Thro' all the worlds where God is known,

By all the angels near the throne

And all the faints in earth or heav'n.

V.

ALL glory to thy wond'rous name,
Father of mercy, God of love;

Thus we exalt the Lord the Lamb,
And thus we praise the heav'nly Dove.

'H

The HOSANNA.

OSANNA to king David's fon,
Who reigns on a fuperior throne;
We blefs the Prince of heav'nly birth,
Who brings falvation down to earth.

2 Let ev'ry nation, ev'ry age,
In this delightful work engage:

Old

Old men and babes in Sion fing
The growing glories of their King.

'H

The SAME,

OSANNA to the prince of grace,
Sion, behold thy King;

Proclaim the Son of David's race,
And teach the babes to fing.

2 Hofanna to th' incarnate word,
Who from the Father came ;
Ascribe falvation to the Lord,
With bleffings on his name.

FINI S.

இதி

IN D E X

то тНЕ

Foregoing H Y M N S.

A

PPROACH your father fons of God
Awake, our fouls, away our fears

All mortal vanities, be gone

Page

2

99

102

Alas, and did our Saviour bleed

Arife, my foul, arise

Arife, my foul, my joyful pow'rs

113

125

129

Awake, my foul, and praise my God
Among the princes, earthly gods
Are those the happy persons, here
Afcend, my thoughts, by juft degrees
Are we not fons and heirs of God
Am I a foldier of the cross

Awake, my zeal, awake, my love

B

B

LEST are the fouls that hear and know
Behold to what a wretched cafe
Bleft morning, whofe young dawning rays

Blood has a voice to pierce the skies

131

180

196

197

204

210

218

33

36

38

65

Brethren, what is your defire

Bleft be thy name, my Lord, my God

Bleft be the man that fhuns the place

Behold the lofty sky

Bleft is the man, for ever bleft
Bleffed Redeemer, how divine
Blefs, O my foul, the living God
Bleft are the undefil'd in heart

C

C

OME, ye finners, poor and wretched
Come, finners, to the gospel-feast

Come, let us all unite to praife

128

135.

138

152

157

212

226

248

336

17

Come, let us join our chearful fongs
Come, let us fearch our ways, and try

106

205

Come, my father's family

224

Come, lovely fouls that mourn

D

OWN/headlong from their native ikies
Dread Sov'reign, let my ev'ning fong

Do I believe in Jesus' name

Do flesh and nature dread to die

274

D

57

209

220

Do we not know the folemn word

272

Eternal

F

ROM thee, my God, my joys fhall rife

39

From heav'n the finning angels fell

From all that dwell below the skies

58

148

Far as thy name is known

Father of glory, to thy name

166

222

Father, I bless thy gentle hand

251

From deep diftrefs, and troubled thoughts
For ever bleffed be the Lord

252

263

GM

G

REAT teacher of thy church, we own
Great God! to what a glorious height

3 62

Go, worship at Immanuel's feet

Give thanks to God, the fovereign Lord
Give to our God immortal praise

H

OW my dear Lord, fhall I exprefs

176

178

229

240

258

259

12

H How bleft are they whofe feet have found 16