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571. T. 22.

WE sing to God, whose tender love
Caus'd him to leave his throne above,
To dwell with sinful worms below,
And save them from eternal woe.
2 On fallen men he cast his eye,
In depths of mis'ry saw them lie;
Pity'd their state, résolv❜d to come,
And suffer freely in their room.
3 A mortal body he assum'd,
Groan'd, bled and dy'd, and was en-

At length, the work thus finished,
He rose triumphant from the dead.

4 To heav'n's bright realms he took. his flight,

Beyond the reach of mortal sight; There pleads with God for ransom'd


Thence will in glory come again.
5 To Jesus, our exalted Head,
Immortal honors now be paid;
The glory of his saving name
Our tongues shall evermore proclaim.

572. T. 14.

O FOR a thousand tongues to sing
My dear Redeemer's praise!
The glories of my God and King,
The triumphs of his grace.

2 Jesus, the name that charms our fears,
That bids our sorrows cease;
In the poor contrite sinners' ears,

'Tis life, and health, and peace. 3 His grace subdues the pow'r of sin, He sets the pris'ners free; His blood can make the foulest clean, His blood avail'd for me.

4 He speaks, and list'ning to his voice
New life the dead receive;
The mournful, broken hearts rejoice,
The humble poor believe.

5 Hear him, ye deaf; his praise, ye dumb,
Your loosen'd tongues employ;
Ye blind, behold your Saviour come;
And leap, ye lame, for joy.

573. T. 14.

NOT all the angels of the sky,
Nor happy saints above,
Have greater cause to praise than I
The Saviour's dying love.
2 Had I an angel's heav'nly tongue,
Or seraphs melody,

My theme should be his praise, who hung
Upon the cross for me.

3 For thee he hangs! my soul, rejoice;
For thee, my soul, expires;
Then sing his love with thankful voice,
Sing what his love inspires.

4 Till fleeting time shall have an end,
And years shall cease to roll,
Due praise shall from his church ascend,
And spread from pole to pole.

5 How sweet the precious gospel sounds

In the believer's ear!

This balsam heals his cank'ring wounds,

And dries each anxious tear.
6. But tears of joy must ever flow
For Jesus' wondrous love,
And when I leave this world below,
I'll sing his praise above.


T. 595. AWAKE, and sing the song Of Moses and the Lamb! Wake ev'ry heart, and ev'ry tongue, To praise the Saviour's name! 2 Sing of his dying love,

Sing of his rising pow'r: Sing how he intercedes above For us whose sins he bore.

3 Ye pilgrims on the road

To Zion's city, sing!
Rejoice ye in the Lamb of God,
In Christ, th' eternal King!
4 Soon shall we hear him say,

"Ye blessed children, come!” Soon will he call us hence away,

To our eternal home.

5 There shall our raptur'd tongues His endless praise proclaim; And sweeter voices tune the song Of Moses and the Lamb.

575. T. 595.

To God the only wise,

Our Saviour and our King, Let all the saints below the skies Their humble praises bring.

2 'Tis his almighty love,

His counsel and his care, Preserves us safe from sin and death, And ev'ry hurtful snare.

3 He will present our souls

Unblemish'd and complete,
Before the glory of his face,
With joys divinely great.
4 Once all the chosen race

Shall meet around the throne,
Shall praise him for his saving grace,
And make his wonders known.
5 To our Redeemer-God,
Wisdom and pow'r belongs,
Immortal crowns of majesty,
And everlasting songs,

576. T. 83.
Now with joyful songs appear,
And with humble adoration,
'Fore the Lord, he's always near
To his ransom'd congregation.
With the poor he deigns to dwell:
He is nam❜d Immanuel.

577.* T. 121.
IN joyful hymns of praise,
Like one man, sweetly raise
Voices quite united;
With your liturgic lays
Your Saviour is delighted;
He'll with gracious ear
Your thanksgiving hear,
Feel that he is near!

578.* T. 58

WHEN all thy mercies, Lord, to mind we call,

Astonish'd at thy feet we humbly fall. Grant us still in future, thy kind direction,

Till in us all the aim of thy election Be quite obtain'd.

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T. 230.

PRAISES, thanks, and adoration,
Be given to God without cessation,
To Jesus Christ, our gracious Lord;
For his mercy, love, and favor,
To us, his flock, endure for ever:
Bless, bless his name with one accord.

To God, the Father, Son,
And Spirit, Three in One,
In highest strain

Praise the Lamb slain !

Let heav'n and earth reply, Amen!



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He sympathizeth with them as his own.

2 I know that in myself I have no pow'r,

But 'tis thro' mercy I must live each hour;

His precious death doth strength to me afford,

Thus I can all things do, thro' Christ my Lord.

3 As oft as I approach the holy place,
And bow 'fore him, by whom I live
thro' grace,

Then graciously he answers my request,
And thus my troubled heart is sooth'd

to rest.

4 He is my All, my Sacrifice and Priest,
My Lord and God, my Saviour Jesus

His am I both in body and in soul,
Me neither sin, nor Satan can control.

5 I daily drink the healing streams of
And gain new strength to run my fu-

ture race;

He sheds abroad in me his love divine,
I know that I am his, and he is mine.

T. 136.
THIS yields me joy,

That God in his compassion,
Doth not reject my pray'r and suppli-
But graciously
Regards my poverty;

That with unweary'd patience he is ready
At all times, to attend to me his child
most needy,

And to relieve my wants is nigh,
This yields me joy!

2 Long as I live,
The promises of Jesus

I'll to myself apply, to me they're pre-
When I to him

My faithful Saviour cleave,
And pond'ring on his wonders kneel
before him,

Praise him with tears of joy, and in
the dust adore him,

While here I live.

I of his love fresh proofs receive,

3 I'm well assur'd
His love to me is tender;
Therefore I now my all to him surrender;
He's merciful,

A kind forgiving Lord;
Tho' I may not immediately experience
The succour which I ask, I'll wait with
faith and patience,
For he at last will help afford,
I'm well assur'd.

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3 Grant me a harmless, dove-like mind, To true humility inclin'd,

Thy will be mine indeed; O may I labor constantly Endow'd with spirit's poverty, From ev'ry hurtful influence freed.

4 In

peace with all may I be found, Clearly thy gospel-truth propound, In praying faithful be;

A share in others' welfare take,
The schemes and plots of Satan break,
Fast bound unto thy church and thee.
5 Presence of mind on me bestow,
A readiness O may I show
To execute thy will;
When I enjoy the highest good,
Partaking of thy flesh and blood,

My soul with thy love's ardor fill. 6 May I be serious, childlike too, In all essentials firm and true;

Give me a trusty ear;

A constant, genuine brother's heart,
To sympathize with ev'ry smart,

And gladly others' burdens bear. 7 In converse make me tractable And mild, in storms invincible,

And never prone to yield;
May I maintain incessantly
A tender fellowship with thee,
From day to day by grace upheld.
8 Thy unction O may I obey,
And tread the pilgrim's rugged way,
Grant I may shun no toil;
In all my senses render me
Well exercis'd, and let me be
Anointed with thy gladd'ning oil.
9 What for myself I thus request,
That pray I also for the rest

Of those, who cheerfully
Go forth salvation to proclaim
Thro' faith in thy most holy name,

Wherever they are sent by thee.
10 O Father, me with pleasure own
The dear-bought purchase of thy Son;
O Spirit, bless thou me,

Guide and protect me as thy child; Lord Christ, who me hast reconcil'd, Preserve me thine eternally.

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Impress'd with holy rev'rence, we a-4 dore thee,

And fall before thee.

3 Thy goodness, as thy pow'r, is past expression;

We trust, that thou, whene'er with

We seek thy face, in mercy. wilt ac-
cept us,
And not reject us.

Will regard our supplication,
Grant our pray'rs, and much more give
Than we're worthy to receive.
This be our supreme delight,

To remain in closest union

With our Lord, both day and night,

And enjoy his sweet communion; This our heav'n, while here we stay, Him to love, serve and obey.

591.* T. 580.

4 O Lord, thou great High-Priest of O THOU, who in the sanctuary

our profession, Who at God's right-hand makest in


And by thy pow'rful pray'rs to help
the needy
Art ever ready.
5 The many drops of blood which
from thee flowed,
The streams of tears, which oft thy
cheeks bedewed,

Dost minister! thy church supply
With incense for her pray'r;
Grant to us all a cheerful heart;
A burning, steady light impart,

Defended from all noxious air.
2 Lord, give us an attentive ear,
Which may thy voice distinctly hear,
An to view thee still;

Are all in our behalf for mercy plead-And
And interceding.

6 O may thy church before thee bloom
like flowers,

Unto thy praise, thro' thy atonement's

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priestly lips to tell thy praise, craggy ways

To traverse, without fearing ill. Our hands for blessing hallow'd be, Our bodies temples be to thee,


Our souls enjoy thy peace;
A breeze divine our spirits cheer,
Grant us, thy still small voice to hear,
Unknown, save to thy flock of grace.

592.* T. 79.

O MAY the God of mercies,
Who perfecteth his praises

Out of the sucklings' mouth,
Grant us so blest a feeling
Of his most gracious dealing,
That we adore his grace and truth!

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