Be glory as in ages past,
As now it is, and so shall last
When time shall be no more.

3

Eternal Father, gracious Son,
Immortal Spirit, three in one;
Thou triune God, thy name we praise
In highest strains that earth can raise;
As ages past ador'd thy name,

So endless years shall sing thy fame.

CLASS III.

1

Praise the name of God most high!
Praise him all below the sky!
Praise him all ye heav'nly host!
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

2

Great Jehovah, we adore thee,
God the Father, God the Son.
God the Spirit, join'd in glory
On the same eternal throne.

3

Great Jehovah, we adore thee,

God the Father, God the Son, God the Spirit, join'd in glory On the same eternal throne: Endless praises

To the three in Godhead one!

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4

Thee, Jehovah, thee we praise,
God the Father, God the Son,
God the Spirit, Source of grace,
One in three, in Godhead one.
As through endless ages past,
Evermore thy praise shall last.

CLASS IV.

1

By angels in heav'n
Of ev'ry degree,
And saints upon earth,
All praise be address'd
To God in three persons,

One God ever blest,

As it has been, and now is,
And ever shall be.

2

Jehovah, we praise thee, the Father and Son,
And Spirit eternal, in Godhead but one;
So angels before thee of old did adore,

We'll shout to thy glory when time is no more.

3

Now give to the Father eternal his praise,
All honour ascribe to the Son;
And worship forever the Spirit of Grace,
Three persons in Godhead but one.

4

Now give to the Father his praise,
All honour ascribe to the Son;

And worship the Spirit of Grace, Three persons in Godhead but one.

CLASS V.

To God the Father, Son,
And Spirit ever bless'd,
Eternal three in one,
All worship be address'd,
As heretofore

It was, is now,
And shall be so
For evermore.

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Amazing scene, the incarnate God,

And are we now brought near to God,
And now another week has run,

And now, my

soul, another

And must this body die,

year,

And wilt thou, O eternal God,

Arise, O King of Grace, arise,

As panting in the sultry beam,

As when the weary traveller gains,
At thy rebuke the bloom,

Awake, ye Saints, awake,

Awake, ye Saints, attune your harps,
Awake, my soul, and with the Sun,
Away with our sorrow and fear,
Before Jehovah's awful throne,
Before I felt thy chastening hand,
Begin, my soul, th' exalted lay,
Behold the mighty Saviour comes,
Behold the living Stone,