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Tongue cannot explain
The love of God-Man,

Which the angels defire to look into in vain;
It dazzles our eyes,
Thought cannot arife

To find out a caufe why the Infinite dies.
Or if pity inclin'd

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Him to die for mankind

The ground of his pity what feraph can find ?
He came from above

Our curfe to remove;

He hath lov'd, he hath lov'd us, because he would love. Love mov'd him to die,

And on this we rely,

He hath lov'd, he hath lov'd us, we cannot tell why: / But this we can tell,

He hath lov'd us fo well,

As to lay down his life to redeem us from hell.
He hath ranfom'd our race,

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O how fhall we praise,

Or worthily fing thy unfpeakable grace?
Nothing elfe will we know,
In our journey below,

But finging thy grace, to thy paradife go.

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Nay, and when we remove

To the manfions above,

Our heaven fhall ftill be to fing of thy love;
When time is no more,

We ftill fhall adore

The ocean of love, without bottoni or fhore.

Ere long we shall fly

To the regions on high,

For Ifrael's ftrength cannot vary or lie:

He foon fhall appear,

He more than draws near,

Our Jefus is come, and eternity's here.

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HYMN CLVII. ́

BEFORE
EFORE Jehovah's awful throne,
Ye nations, bow with facred joy ;
Know that the Lord is God alone, /
He can create, and he destroy.

2 His fov'reign pow'r, without our aid,
Made us of clay, and form'd us men!
And when like wand'ring fheep we ftray'd,
He brought us to his fold again.

3 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful fongs,
High as the heav'ns our voices raife;
And earth with her ten thousand tongues
Shall fill thy courts with founding praise
4 Wide as the world, is thy command;
Vaft as eternity, thy love;

Firm as a rock, thy truth must ftand,
When rolling years fhall ceafe to move.

HYMN CLVIII.

I THE Lord of Sabbath let us praife,
In concert with the bleft,
Who joyful in harmonious lays,
Employ an endless reft.

2 Thus, Lord, while we remember thee,
We bleft and pious grow,

By hymns of praife we learn to be
Triumphant here below.

On this glad day a brighter fcene
Of glory was difplay'd

By God, th' eternal Word, than when

This univerfe was made.

4 He rifes, who mankind has bought With grief and pain extreme;

'Twas great to fpeak the world from nought, 'Twas greater to redeem !

HYMN CLIX.

I SALVATION! O the joyful found,
What pleasure to our ears!

A fov'reign balm for ev'ry wound,
A cordial for our fears.

CHORUS.

Glory, bonour, praife, and porv'r,
Be unto the Lamb for ever;
Jefus Chrift is cur Redeemer!
Hallelujah! praife the Lord.

2 Salvation! let the echo fly
The fpacious earth around,
While all the armies of the ky
Confpire to raise the found. ·
Salvation! O thou bleeding Lamb!
To thee the praise belongs;
Salvation fhall inspire our hearts,

Glory, &

And dwell upon our tongues, Glory, &c.
HYMN CLX.

FROM all that dwell below the skies,

Let the Creator's praife arife;

Let the Redeemer's name be fung
Thro' ev'ry land, by ev'ry tongue.
Eternal are thy mercies, Lord,
Eternal truth attends thy word;

Thy praife hall found from thore to fhore,
Till uns fhall rife and fet no more.

2 Your lofty themes, ye mortals bring,
In fongs of praife divinely fing;
The great falvation loud proclaim,
And fhout for joy the Saviour's name:
In ev'ry land begin the fong;
To ev'ry land the ftrains belong;
In cheerful founds all voices raife,
And fill the world with loudest praife.

HYMN CLXI.

1 COME, let us join our cheerful fongs, With angels round the throne,

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Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,
But all their joys are one.

"Worthy the Lamb that dy'd," they cry, "To be exalted thus;"

"Worthy the Lamb," our hearts reply, "For he was flain for us."

3 Jefus is worthy to receive

Honour and pow'r divine;

And bleffings more than we can give,
Be, Lord, for ever thinė.

4 The whole creation join in one,
To blefs the facred name

Of him that fits upon the throne,
And to adore the Lamb.

HYMN CLXII.

1 GLORY 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.
2 Sov'reign Father, heav'nly King,
Thee we now prefume to fing,
Glad thine attributes confefs,
Glorious all and numberless.
3 Hail, by all thy works ador'd!
Hail, the everlasting Lord!

Thee with thankful hearts we prove,
Lord of pow'r, and God of love!
4 Chrift our Lord and God we own ;
Chrift, the Father's only Son:
Lamb of God, for finners flain,
Saviour of offending man.

5 Bow thine ear, in mercy bow,
Hear the world's atonement thou:
Jefu, in thy name we pray;
Take, O take our fins away."

6 Powerful Advocate with God,
Juftify us by thy blood!

Bow thine ear, in mercy bow,
Hear the world's atonement thou.

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

HYMN CLXIII.

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PRAISE ye the Lord, y' immortal quires

That fill the realm's above;
Praise him who form'd you of his fires,
And feeds you with his love.

2 Sing to his praise, ye crystal skies,
The floor of his abode ;

Or veil in fhades your thousand eyes,
Before your brighter God.

3 Thou reftless globe of golden light,
Whofe beams create our days,
Join with the filver queen of night,
To own your borrow'd rays.

4 Winds, ye fhall bear his name aloud
Thro' the etherial blue,

For when his chariot is a cloud,
He makes his wheels of you.

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Thunder and hail, and fires and ftorms,

The troops of his command,

Appear in all your dreadful forms,

And speak his awful hand.