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In whom we are and move,
Of thy creating love.
Give thanks to God on high,
Which echoes through the sky. O glorious Sun of Righteousness, Let each of all thy creatures be, Diffuse thy beams divine ;
Of all thy ransomed race, May we behold thy lovely face,
Devoted heart and mind to thee, And in thy image shine.
For thy redeeming grace. May thy pure light on Zion shine.
The grace on sinful men bestowed, The clouds of sin dispel;
Ye heavenly choirs proclaim,
Salvation to the Lamb !
May all thy saints adore
Thy saving truth, and ever bless Of faith and hope and love.
Thy heart-renewing power. So shall we feel the kindling glow Not angel-spirits can conceive, Of thy celestial fire;
Thy love's ecstatic height;
Its renovating light.
Let all the hosts above,
Thy universal love. For this, O Lord, may every heart When time and earth are fled away, In constant prayer ascend,
Before thy glorious face, Till all shall see thee as thou art, Mankind shall sing, in endless day, And praise thee without end.
The glories of thy grace.
HYMN 266. What glorious tidings do I hear
Hark! 'tis the prophet of the skies From my Redeemer's tongue !
Proclaims redemption near ! I can no longer silence bear,
The night of death and bondage flies, I'll burst into a song. ,
The dawning tints appear.
Awake to glorious day!
Thy shadows flee away!
Remotest nations hear;
The ransomed tribes appear.
For full salvation flows,
And blossom as the rose.
93 HYMN 268.
HYMN 271. Begin, my soul, the lofty lay;
Lord, thou hast won ;-at length, I yield; Let each enraptured thought obey, My heart, by mighty grace compelled, And praise thy Maker's name;
Surrenders all to thee: Lo! heaven and earth, and seas and skies, Against thy terrors long ( strove, In one melodious concert rise, ? But who can stand against thy love ? To swell the gladdening theme.
Love conquers even me.
Thou heaven of heavens, his vast abode, If thou hadst bid thy thunders roll,
I still had stubborn been :
And now I hate my sin.
O take possession of thine own,
For thou hast set me free; His praise in softer notes declare,
Released from sin, at thy command Each whispering breeze of yielding air, See all my powers in waiting stand, And breathe it to the soul.
To be employed by thee.
Arise, and hail the happy day; Spread the Creator's name around, Cast all low cares of life away, Till heaven's wide arch repeat the sound, And thought of meaner things : The general burst of joy.
This day, to cure our deadly woes,
The Sun of Righteousness arose,
With healing in his wings.
If angels, on that happy morn, And bowing to his sovereign word, The Saviour of the world was born, Confusion, darkness fled;
Poured forth their joyful songs, While from the deep, the void profound, Much more should we, of human race, Celestial splendors shone around,
Adore the wonders of his grace, And new-born beauties spread.
To whom that grace belongs. Up rose the sun in cloudless light, O, then, let heaven and earth rejoice, And at meridian strength and height, Let every creature join his voice,
Beamed from his radiant throne; To hymn the happy day, The moon was robed in silver rays, When Jesus triumphed o'er his foes, And mild, reflecting solar blaze;
As from the shades of death he rose, Bright gem'd the starry zone.
Life's sceptre wide to sway. “ Let these be signs"-Jehovah said:
O let your mingling voices rise
Let songs of joy the day proclaim,
When Jesus all-triumphant came,
With peace to bless the earth.
• He came to comfort the distressed, For all the tokens of his love,
To give the weary mourner rest, By all mankind be given ;
And bind the broken heart; Let every heart in praise ascend,
To spread the light of truth around, And every note of rapture blend, And to the world's remotest bound, With songs of joy in heaven.
The heavenly gift impart.
heav'n may here begin,
A heav'n of holy joy, A heav'n of holy joy.
HYMN 275. Although the vine its fruit deny ; Though from the fold the flock decay, The budding fig-tree droop and die; Though herds, long famished, die away No oil the olive field;
Around the empty stallYet will I trust me in my God,
My so'ul above the wreck shall rise, Yea, bend rejoicing to his rod,
For better joys are in the skies,And by his grace be healed.
There God is all in all,
Nay, triumph in his love ;
And rivers of salvation flow,
In my bright home above,
Thy name is all divine; It streams from thine eternal throne; All that is bright in earth or sky, Through heaven its joys forever run, That warms the heart,or charms the eye, And all the earth o'erflow.
Is thine, entirely thine.
'Tis love that paints the purple morn, Since all we see, or feel or know, And bids the clouds, in air upborne, Of thee and thine in earth below, Their genial drops distil;
Is so divinely bright,-
How must thy glories shine above,
The world of life and light !