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ET all the earth her voices raise, Thou art the everlasting Son,

O Christ ! and, high upon thy throne, Thou art at the right hand of God,

To sing and bless Jehovah's name: And hast redeemed us by thy blood;

His glory let the heathen know, And heaven and earth are full of thee,

His wonders to the nations show, The glory of thy Majesty!

And all his saving works proclaim.

2 The heathen know thy glory, Lord, 2 When all the sharpness of our death The wondering nations read thy word; Was overcome in thy last breath,

But here Jehovah's name is known: Then didst thou open wide heaven's Nor shall our worship e'er be paid door

To gods which mortal hands have To all believers evermore:

Our Maker is our God alone. (made: O Lamb of God! and thou wilt come, 3 He framed the globe, he built the sky, To be our Judge, and take us home.

He made the shining worlds on high, 3 In thee we trust: we pray thee, Lord, And reigns complete in glory there;

Remember thy most precious blood ! His beams are majesty and light;
In honor may we numbered be His beauties how divinely bright!
With all the noble company,

His temple how divinely fair!
Who bow before thy mercy-seat, 4 Come the great day, the glorious hour,
And cast their treasures at thy feet. When earth shall feel his saving power,

And barbarous nations fear his name.

Then shall the race of men confess 362 II.

The beauty of his holiness,

And in his courts his grace proclaim. LL And when my voice is lost in death, Praise shallo employ my nobler For SOCIAL AND PRIVATE WORSHIP. powers:

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My days of praise shall ne'er be past,
While life, and thought,

and being last, The
THOU hidden Source

of calm repose, Thou all-sufficient Love divine,

My help and refuge from my foes, 2 Happy the man whose hopes rely Secure I am while thou art mine: On Israel's God: he made the sky, And lo! from sin, and grief, and shame, And earth, and seas, with all their I hide me, Jesus, in thy name.

train: His truth forever stands secure;

2 Thy mighty name salvation is, He saves th' oppressed, he feeds the

And keeps my happy soul above:

Comfort it brings, and power, and poor, And none shall find his promise vain.

peace,

And joy, and everlasting love: 3 The Lord hath eyes to give the blind; To me, with thy great name, are given The Lord supports the sinking mind; Pardon, and holiness, and heaven. He sends the laboring conscience 3 Jesus, my all in all thou art; peace:

My rest in toil, my ease in pain;
He helps the stranger in distress,

The healing of my broken heart;
The widow and the fatherless,
And grants the prisoner sweet re-

In war, my peace; in loss, my gain;

My smile beneath the tyrant's frown; lease.

In shame, my glory and my crown: 4 He loves his saints, he knows them well, 4 In want, my plentiful supply ; But turns the wicked down to hell; In weakness, my almighty power ;

Thy God, o Zion, ever reigns : In bonds, my perfect liberty; Let every tongue, let every age,

My light, in Satan's darkest hour; In this exalted work engage;

In grief, my joy unspeakable ; Praise him in everlasting strains. My life in death, my all in all.

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O' COORLD I speak the matchless

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In loftiest songs of sweetest praise,
I would to everlasting days

Make all his glories known.
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worth,

4 Soon the delightful day will come, O! could I sound the glories forth,

When my dear Lord will call me home, Which in my Saviour shine:

And I shall see his face:
I'd soar and touch the heavenly strings, Then, with my Saviour, Brother,
And vie with Gabriel, while he sings,

Friend,
In notes almost divine.

A blest eternity I'll spend,

Triumphant in his grace.
2 I'd sing the precious blood he spilt,
My ransom from the dreadful guilt
Of sin and wrath divine:

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I'd sing his glorious righteousness,
In which all-perfect, heavenly dress, ISRAEL, who is like to thee,
My soul shall ever shine.

Peculiar to the Lord !
3 I'd sing the characters he bears, Thy shield, he guards thee from the foe;
And all the forms of love he wears, Thy sword, he fights thy battles too;
Exalted on his throne;

Himself thy great reward.

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2 Fear not, though many should oppose, For God is stronger than thy foes, For SOCIAL AND PRIVATE WORSHIP. And makes thy cause his own:

368 The promised land before thee lies, Go and possess the glorious prize, OT

THOU that hear'st the prayer of Reserved for thee alone.

faith, 3 In glory, there the King appears,

Wilt thou not save a soul from death,

That casts itself on thee?
He wipes away his people's tears,
And makes their sorrows cease;

I have no refuge of my own,
From toil and strife they there repose,

But fly to what my Lord hath done

And suffered once for me.
And dwell secure from all their foes,
In everlasting peace.

2 Slain in the guilty sinner's stead,

His spotless righteousness I plead, 4 Fair emblem of a better rest,

And his availing blood : Of which believers are possessed, That righteousness my robe shall be, Beyond material space;

That merit shall atone for me, Methinks I see the heavenly shore, And bring me near to God. Where sin and sorrow are no more,

3 Then save me from eternal death, And long to reach the place.

The Spirit of adoption breathe, 5 Nor shall I always absent be

His consolations send :
From him my soul desires to see, By him some word of life impart,
Within tbe realms of light.

And sweetly whisper to my heart, Ere long my Lord will rend the veil, * Thy Maker is thy Friend.” And not a cloud shall then conceal

4 The king of terrors then would be His glory from my sight.

A welcome messenger to me,

To bid me come away;

Unclogged by earth, or earthly things, 367 II.

I'd mount, I'd fly, with eager wings,

To everlasting day. EGIN, my soul, th' exalted lay,

Let each enraptured thought obey, 369

And praise th' Almighty's name. Lo! heaven and earth, and seas and

THE festal morn, my God, is come, skies In one melodious concert rise,

Thy presence to adore:
To swell th' inspiring theme.

My feet the summons shall attend,

With willing steps thy courts ascend, 2 Ye angels catch the thrilling sound;

And tread the sacred floor.
While all th' adoring thrones around
His boundless mercy sing;

2 With joy shall I behold the day,

That calls my thirsting soul away, -
Let every listening saint above
Wake all the tuneful soul of love,

To dwell among the blest!
And touch the sweetest string.

For lo! my great Redeemer's power

Unfolds the everlasting door, 3 Let every element rejoice:

And leads me to his rest!
Ye thunders, burst with awful voice, 3 E'en now, to my expecting eyes,
To him who bids you roll:

The heaven-built towers of Salem rise; His praise in softer notes declare,

E'en now, with glad survey, Each whispering breeze of yielding air, I view her mansions, that contain And breathe it to the soul.

The angel forms, á beauteous train, 4 Let saints, redeemed from death and

And shine with cloudless day. hell,

4 Hither, from earth's remotest end, In louder, loftier numbers tell,

Lo, the redeemed of God ascend,
The wonders of his grace:

Their tribute hither bring;
Beyond creation's utmost bounds; Here, crowned with everlasting joy,
Above her noblest sweetest sounds, In hymns of praise their tongues em-
Declare Jehovah's praise.

And hail th' immortal King. (ploy,

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FRIEND after friend departs ;

2 Upheld by thy commands, The world securely stands,

FOR SOCIAL AND PRIVATE WORSHIP. And skies and stars obey thy word; Thy throne was fixed on high

373 Ere stars adorned the sky: Eternal is thy kingdom, Lord.

Who has not lost a friend?
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Let floods and nations rage,

There is no union here of hearts,
And all their powers engage;

That finds not here an end.
Let swelling tides assault the sky;

Were this frail world our final rest,
The terrors of thy frown

Living or dying none were blest.
Shall beat their madness down; 12 Beyond the flight of time,
Thy throne for ever stands on high. Beyond the reign of death,

There surely is some blessed clime 4 Thy promises are true,

Where life is not a breath;
Thy grace is ever new,

Nor life's affections, transient fire, There fixed, thy church shall ne'er re

Whose sparks fly upward and expire. move; Thy saints with holy fear

3 There is a world above, Shall in thy courts appear,

Where parting is unknown: And sing thine everlasting love.

A long eternity of love,

Formed for the good alone;

And faith beholds the dying here, 372 II.

Translated to that glorious sphere.

4 Thus star by star declines,
How pleased and blest was I

Till all are passed away,
To hear the people cry,

As morning high and higher shines
Come, let us seek our God to-day!” To pure and perfect day;
Yes, with a cheerful zeal

Nor sink those stars in empty night,
We haste to Zion's hill,

But hide themselves in heaven's own And there our vows and honors pay, light. 2 Zion, thrice happy place,

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Adorned with wondrous grace,
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In trial's
In thee our tribes appear

Bow all resigned beneath his rod,
To pray, and praise, and hear

And bless his sparing power : The sacred gospel's joyful sound. A joy springs up amid distress,

A fountain in the wilderness. 3 There David's greater Son Has fixed his royal throne;

2 An earthly mind, a faithless heart,

Christ sees with pitying eye;
He sits for grace and judgment there:

He will not let his grace depart,
He bids the saints be glad,
He makes the sinners sad,

But-kind severity!
And humble souls rejoice with fear.

He takes a hostage of our love,

To draw the parent's heart above. 4 May peace attend thy gate, |3 There stands our child before the Lord, And joy within thee wait,

In royal vesture dressed;
To bless the soul of every guest: A victor ere he drew the sword,
The man that seeks thy peace,

Ere he had toiled, at rest.
And wishes thine increase,

No doubts this blessed faith bedim;
A thousand blessings on him rest! We know that Jesus died for him.
5 My tongue repeats her vows, 14 O blessed be the hand that gave;
Peace to this sacred house!

Still blessed when it takes;
For here my friends and kindred dwell: Blessed be be who smites to save,
And since my glorious God

Who heals the heart he breaks.
Makes thee his blest abode,

Perfect and true are all his ways,
My soul shall ever love thee well. Whom heaven adores, and death obeys.

And walls of strength embrace thee WHEN I can trust my all with God

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