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2 Sing we then eternal love,
Such as did the Father move:
He beheld the world undone,-
Loved the world, and gave his Son.
3 Sing the Son's amazing love:
Though He dwelt in joy above,
Yet He left his heavenly place,
Died, and rose, to save our race.
4 Sing we too the Spirit's love :
With our stubborn hearts He strove;
He revealed the Son of God,
And the value of his blood.

5 Sweet the thought, exceeding sweet,
We shall soon in glory meet;
Where, the Saviour still the theme,
We shall ever sing of Him.

The realms of the blest.

E sing of the realms of the blest,—
Of that country so bright and so fair;

And oft are its glories confest;

But what must it be to be there!

2 We speak of its pathways of gold;
Of its walls decked with jewels so rare;
Of its wonders and treasures untold;
But what must it be to be there!
3 We speak of its freedom from sin,
From all sorrow, temptation, and care;
From trials without and within;

But what must it be to be there!

4 We speak of its service of love;

Of the robes which the glorified wear;
Of the church of the first-born above;
But what must it be to be there!

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5 Do Thou, Lord, 'midst pleasure or woe,
Still for heaven our spirits prepare ;
And, shortly, we also shall know,
And feel, what it is to be there!

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"Worthy the Lamb."

LORY to God on high!
U Let heaven and earth reply,

Praise ye his name!

Angels his love adore,
Who all our sorrows bore;
And saints cry evermore,
Worthy the Lamb!

Join, all the ransomed race,
Our Lord and God to bless :

Praise ye his name!

Tell what his arm hath done;
What spoils from death He won ;
Sing his great name alone:
Worthy the Lamb!

3 Jesus, our Lord and God,
Bore sin's accursed load:
Praise ye his name!

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Now we, who know his blood
Hath made our peace with God,
Would sound his praise abroad;
Worthy the Lamb!

Let all the hosts above,
Join in one song of love,
Praising his name!

To Him ascribed be,
Honour and majesty,
Through all eternity:

Worthy the Lamb!

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Casting our care upon God.

row sweet to be allowed to call

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The God whom heaven adores our friend; To tell our thoughts, to tell him all ;

And then to know our prayers ascend! 2 Yes, they ascend; the feeblest cry

Has wings that bear it to his throne;
The prayer of faith ascends the sky,
And brings a gracious answer down.
3 Then let us banish anxious care,
Confiding in our Father's love;

To Him make known our wants in prayer;
Prepared his answer to approve.

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The Lord is risen.

VES, the Redeemer rose;
The Saviour left the dead;
And o'er our mighty foes,

High raised his conquering head:
In wild dismay, the guards around
Fall to the ground, and sink away.

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Lo! the angelic bands

In full assembly meet,

To wait his high commands,

And worship at his feet:

Joyful they come, and wing their way,
From realms of day, to Jesus' tomb.

3 Then back to heaven they fly,
And the glad tidings bear:
Hark! as they soar on high,

What music fills the air!

Their anthems say," Jesus, who bled
"Hath left the dead; He rose to-day."

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Ye mortals catch the sound,-
Redeemed by Him from hell;
And send the echo round

The globe on which you
dwell:
Transported, cry,-" Jesus, who bled,
'Hath left the dead, no more to die!
All hail! triumphant Lord,

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Who saved us with thy blood;
Wide be thy name adored,

Thou rising, reigning God!

With Thee we rise, with Thee we reign,
And glories gain beyond the skies.

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The riches of truth.

ORD, I have made thy word my choice,
My lasting heritage;

There shall my noblest powers rejoice,
My warmest thoughts engage.

2 I'll read the histories of thy love,
And keep thy laws in sight;
While through thy promises I rove,
With ever fresh delight.

3 'Tis a broad land of wealth unknown,
Where springs of life arise;

Seeds of immortal bliss are sown,
And hidden glory lies.

4 The best relief that mourners have,
It makes our sorrows blest;
Our fairest hope beyond the grave,
And our eternal rest.

Jesus the King of kings.

HENCE those unusual bursts of joy,
Whose sound through heaven rings?

They welcome Jesus to the sky,

And crown Him-King of kings.

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2 The brightest angel glory boasts,
To Him his tribute brings;

And joins high heaven's assembled hosts,
To crown Him-King of kings.

3 Look up, ye saints; and, while ye gaze,
Forget all earthly things:
Unite to sing the Saviour's praise,
And crown Him-King of kings.

4 When here, He bore our sin and shame;
And thence our comfort springs:
'Tis meet we should exalt his name,
And crown Him-King of kings.

5 We hope, ere long, beyond those clouds,
To tune celestial strings;

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And join with heaven's exulting crowds,
To crown Him-King of kings.

"The Lord is my shepherd."

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HE Lord is my help, my shepherd, and guide;
Whatever I want He'll kindly provide:
To sheep of his pasture his mercies abound;
His care and protection his flock will surround.
2 The Lord is my help; then what shall I fear?
No dangers can fright while Jesus is near:
And when his voice calls me to pass through the vale
Of death's gloomy shadow, my heart shall not fail.

3 Though weak in myself, through all the dark way,
His rod and his staff shall comfort convey:
He'll be my sure guardian, till danger is past;
And safely to glory conduct me at last.

4 The Lord is become my strength and my song; To Him, for his love, my praises belong

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I'll bless Him, and praise Him, as long as I've breath; And show forth his goodness in life and in death.