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Give praise to God on high,

With angels round the throne: Give praise to God with joy,

Glory to God alone. 'Tis meet his saints their songs should raise And give the Saviour endless praise.


Luke. ii. 13, 14.

Hark! the herald angels sing, Hallelujah,
Glory to the new-born king;
Peace on earth, and mercy mild,
God and sinners reconciled.

Joyful all ye nations rise; Hallelujah,
Join the triumphs of the skies;
Christians rise and worship him
Who was born in Bethlehem.

Veild in flesh the Godhead see, Hallelujah
Hail the incarnate Deity!
Christ by highest heaven adored,
Christ the everlasting Lord.

Mild he lays his glory by, Hall.
Born that His should never die ;
Born to raise the sons of earth;
Born to give them second birth.

Hail the heaven-born Prince of Peace, Hall.
Hail the Son of Righteousness,
Light and life to us he brings,
Risen with healing in his wings.

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It is finished-all is over

Yes, the cup of wrath is drained;
Such the truth these words discover,
Thus the victory was obtained :

'Tis a victory
None but Jesus could have gained.

That which Prophets long predicted,

That which Jewish sacrifice
Only shadowed, not effected,
That which justice satisfies :

It is finished :
So the dying Saviour cries.

Thus redemption was completed,

Sin atoned, the curse removed, Satan, death and hell defeated, As the resurrection proved;

All was finished : Here our hoje still rests unmoved. Crown the mighty Conqueror, crown him,

Who his people's foes o'ercame;
Sinners in your hearts enthrone him,
Men and angels sound his fame;

Spread his glory,
Jesus bears a matchless name.

CCXCVII. “ He said, it is finished."-John xix. 30. Hark! the voice of love and mercy,

Sounds aloud from Calvary;
Rending rocks the words attesting,
Shaking earth and veiled sky:

It is finished,
Was the Saviour's dying cry.
Hear the Lord himself declaring,

All performed He came to do;
Sinners in yourselves despairing,

This is joyful news to you.

Jesus speaks it!
His are faithful words and true.

Justice from her awful station,

Bars the sinners peace no more ! See she views with approbation, What the Saviour did and bore;

Grace and mercy
Now display their boundless store.

It is finished, sinners hear it,

'Tis the dying Victor's cry;
It is finished, angels bear it,
Bear the joyful truth on high :

It is finished,
Tell it through the earth and sky.

Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs,

Join to sing the pleasing theme;
All on earth, and all in heaven,
Join to praise Immanuel's name.

Glory to the bleeding Lamb !

CCXCVII. “We did esteem Him stricken, smitten of God, and

afflicted.”—Isaiah liii. 4, 5.

STRICKEN, smitten, and afflicted,

See Him dying on the tree !
'Tis the Christ by man rejected !

Yes, my soul, 'tis he, 'tis he!

Mark the sacrifice appointed;

See who bears the awful load, "Tis the WORD—the Lord's anointed,

Son of man and son of God.

Here we have a firm foundation;

Here's the refuge of the lost :
Christ's the rock of our salvation,

His the name of which we boast.

Lamb of God for sinners wounded,

Sacrifice to cancel guilt,
None shall ever be confounded

Who on Thee their hopes have built.

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