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T: 14 WE sing to God, whose tender love Not all the angels of the sky, Caus'd him to leave his throne above, Nor happy saints above, To dwell with sinful worms below, Have greater cause to praise than I And save them from eternal woe. The Saviour's dying love. 2 On fallen men he cast his eye,

2 Had I an angel's heav'nly tongue, In depths of mis’ry saw them lie; Or seraphs melody, Pity'd their state, résolv'd to come,

Mytheme should be his praise, who hung And suffer freely in their room. Upon the cross for me. 3 A mortal body he assum'd,

3 For thee he hangs ! my soul, rejoice; Groan’d, bled and dy'd, and was en

For thee, my soul, expires; tomb'd;

Then sing his love with thankful voice, At length, the work thus finished, Sing what his love inspires. He rose triumphant from the dead. 4 Till fleeting time shall have an end, 4 To heav'n's bright realms he took

And years shall cease to roll, his flight,

Due praise shall from his church ascend,

And spread from pole to pole. Beyond the reach of mortal sight; There pleads with God for ransom'd 5 How sweet the precious gospel sounds

In the believer's ear! men, Thence will in glory come again.

This balsam heals his cank'ring

wounds, 5 To Jesus, our exalted Head,

And dries each ansious tear.
Immortal honors now be paid ;
The glory of his saving name

6. But tears of joy must ever flow

For Jesus' wondrous love, Our tongues shall evermore proclaim.

And when I leave this world below,

I'll sing his praise above. 572. T. 14.

574. T. 595 O FOR a thousand tongues to sing

AWAKE, and sing the song
My dear Redeemer's praise !
The glories of my God and King,

Of Moses and the Lamb!
The triumphs of his grace.

Wake ev'ry heart, and ev'ry tongue,

To praise the Saviour's name! 2 Jesus, the name that charmsour fears, That bids our sorrows cease;

2 Sing of his dying love, In the

Sing of his rising pow'r: contrite sinners' ears, poor 'Tis life, and health, and peace.

Sing how he intercedes above

For us whose sins he bore, 3 His grace subdues the pow'r of sin, 3 Ye pilgrims on the road He sets the pris'ners free;

To Zion's city, sing !
His blood can make the foulest cleán, Rejoice ye in the Lamb of God,
His blood avail'd for me.

In Christ, th'eternal King! 4 He speaks, and listning to his voice 4 Soon shall we hear him

say, New life the dead receive;

" Ye blessed children, come !" The mournful, broken hearts rejoice, Soon will he call us hence away, The humble poor believe.

To our eternal home. 5 Hear him,yedeaf; his praise, ye dumb, 5 There shall our raptur'd tongues Your loosen'd tongues employ;

His endless praise proclaim; Ye blind, behold your Saviour come; And sweeter voices tune the song And leap, ye lame, for joy.

Of Moses and the Lamb.

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T. 249.

579,*

T. 155 To God the only wise,

THOU, my Light, my Leading-star, Our Saviour and our King,

Who hast kindly me directed,
Let all the saints below the skies And protected;
Their humble praises bring.

When thy mercies, daily new,

I review, 2 'Tis his alınighty love,

In the dust I fall before thee, His counsel and his care,

Lost in wonder I adore thee, Preserves us safe from sin and death, They are great, yea numberless.

And ev'ry hurtful snare. 3 He will present our souls Unblemish'd and complete,

580. Before the glory of his face,

IN humble, grateful lays, With joys divinely great.

The Lord :||: of hosts we praise, 4 Once all the chosen race

His saving name confess;
Shall meet around the throne, Yea, filld with holy awe, revere
Shall praise him for his saving grace, The Father, Son and Comforter.
And make his wonders known. Amen, Hallelujah!

Hallelujah,
5 To our Redeemer-God,
Wisdom and pow'r belongs,

Amen, Hallelujah !
Immortal crowns of majesty,
And everlasting songs.

2 Praise to the slaughter'd Lamb!

His love ::: we will proclaim, 576. T. 83.

Who dy'd, us to redeem; Now with joyful songs appear,

Let ev'ry being that hath breath,

Extol his meritorious death, And with humble adoration, 'Fore the Lord, he's always near

From angels and from men,

To the Lamb slain
To his ransom'd congregation.

All honour doth pertain.
With the poor he deigns to dwell :
He is nam'd Immanuel,
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T. 121.

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T. 39. IN joyful hymns of praise,

O THAT we with gladness of spirit Like one man, sweetly raise

for ever Voices quite united ;

Adored and praised our crucify'd ŞaWith your liturgic lays

viour! Your Saviour is delighted;

O might each pulsation thanksgiving He'll with gracious ear

express, Your thanksgiving hear,

And each breath we draw be an anFeel that he is near!

them of praise !

2 The Lamb, who by blood our salvaWHEN all thy mercies, Lord, to mind tion obtained,

Took on him our curse, and death freeAstonislı'd at thy feet we humbly fall. ly sustained, Grant us still in future, thy kind di- Is worthy of praises, let with one acrection,

cord, Till in us all the aim of thy election All people say Amen, O praise ye tlie Be quite obtain'd.

Lord!

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we call,

532.

T. 230.
PRAISES, thanks, and adoration, To God, the Father, Son,
Be given to God without cessation, And Spirit, Three in One,

To Jesus Christ, our gracious Lord; Hallelujah!
For his mercy, love, and favor, In highest strain
To us, his flock, endure for ever : Praise the Lamb slain !

Bless, bless his name with one accord. Let heav'n and earth reply, Amen!

XXX.

Of PRAYER and SUPPLICATION.

584,*

my Lord.

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T. 136.

THIS yields me joy, THE love of Christ to me is greater far That God in his compassion, Than outwardly it doth to man appear; Doth not reject my pray'r and suppliWhen I before him my complaints cation, make known,

But graciously He sympathizeth with them as his own. Regards my poverty; 2 I know that in myself I have no

Thatwith unweary'd patience he is ready

At all times, to attend to me his child pow'r,

most needy, But 'tis thro' mercy I must live each

And to relieve my wants is nigh, hour; His precious death doth strength to me This yields me joy! afford,

2 Long as I live, Thus I can all things do, thro' Christ The promises of Jesus

I'll to myself apply, to me they're pre

cious; 3 As oft as I approach the holy place, When I to him And bow 'fore him, by whom I live My faithful Saviour cleave, thro' grace,

And pond'ring on his wonders kneel Then graciously he answers my request, before him, And thus my troubled heart is sooth'd Praise him with tears of joy, and in to rest.

the dust adore him,

I of his love fresh proofs receive, 4 He is my All, my Sacrifice and Priest,

While here I live.
My Lord and God, my Saviour Jesus
Christ.

3 I'm well assur'd His am I both in body and in soul,

His love to me is tender;. Me neither sin, nor Šatan can control. Therefore I now my all to him surrender;

He's merciful, 5 I daily drink the healing streams of A kind forgiving Lord; grace,

Tho'l may not immediately experience And gain new strength to run my fu- The succour which I ask, i'll wait with

faith and patience, He sheds abroad in me his love divine, For he at last will help afford, I know that I am his, and he is mine. I'm well assur'd.

turë race ;

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T. 16.

4 Praise ye the Lord,

3 Grant me a harmless, dove-like mind,
Whose kindness, grace and favor To true humility inclin'd,
Unto his congregation lasts for ever ; Thy will be mine indeed;
Whose presence cheers

O
may

I labor constantly
His chosen witnesses;

Endow'd with spirit's poverty, Where'er we are, to him ourselves ad- From ev'ry hurtful influence freed.

dressing In pray'r, we surely shall not fail to 4 In peace with all may I be found, share his blessing;

Clearly thy gospel-truth propound, We therefore sing with one accord:

In praying faithful be; Praise the Lord !

A share in others' welfare take, ye

The schemes and plots of Satan break,

Fast bound unto thy church and thee.

5 Presence of mind on me bestow, QUITE alone, and yet not lonely, A readiness O may I show I'll converse with God

my

Friend, To execute thy will ;
Now from worldly cares receding, When I enjoy the highest good,

I my time in pray'r will spend. Partaking of thy flesh and blood, 2 O how blessed are the moments,

My soul with thy love's ardor fill. When the Lord himself draws near, 6 May I be serious, childlike too, When I feel his gracious presence, In all essentials firm and true; And he listens to my pray’r!

Give me a trusty ear;

A constant, genuine brother's heart, 586. T. 14.

To sympathize with ev'ry smart, MANY complaints to Christ I can

And gladly others' burdens bear. Ev'n by a sigh relate,

7 In converse make me tractable Which I can't represent to man,

And mild, in storms invincible, They are too delicate.

And never prone to yield;

May I maintain incessantly: 587. T. 16.

A tender fellowship with thee,

From day to day by grace upheld. NE’ER dejected—unaffected

8 Thy unction O may I obey, May I walk before thee here;

And tread the pilgrim's rugged way, What distresses--or oppresses,

Grant I

may

shun no toil; Pouring in thy faithful ear.

In all my senses render me

Well exercis'd, and let be
T. 580.

Anointed with thy gladd’ning oil. WITH ardent longing, at thy feet, 9 What for myself I thus request, Lord Jesus Christ, I humbly wait, That

pray I also for the rest O lend a gracious ear

Of those, who cheerfully, Unto my manifold complaints; Go forth salvation to proclaim I trust thou wilt relieve

my

wants, Thro' faith in thy most holy name, And deign thy needy chíld to hear.

Wherever they are sent by thee. 2 Grant me an upright simple heart, 10 O Father, me with pleasure own A cheerful mind to me impart, The dear-bought purchase of thy Son; Free from sin's galling load ;

O Spirit, bless thou me, O may I of my sinfulness

Guide and protect me thy child; Always retain a consciousness, Lord Christ, who me hast reconcil'de

But not serve sin ; forbid it, God! Preserve me thine eternally.

me

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T. 36. 2 O may he so sensibly LORD Jesus Christ, thy body's Head That we, in humility,

Bless us with his grace and favor, and Saviour, On us, thy children, deign to look in May he, in his mercy, grant

May rejoice in him, our Saviour; favor;

All we weep for, all we want, Our grateful hearts with thanks are overflowing, Before thee bowing. 3 May his presence constantly

Yield us joy and consolation, 2 What peace do we derive, what In the certain hope that he consolation,

Will regard our supplication, What strength from thy atoning death Grant our pray'rs, and much more give and passion!

Than we're worthy to receive. Impress’d with holy rev'rence, we a.

4 This be our supreme delight, dore thee, And fall before thee.

To remain in closest union 3 Thy goodness, as thy pow'r, is past With our Lord, both day and night, expression;

And enjoy his sweet communion; We trust, that thou, whene'er with This our heav'n, while here we stay, supplication

Him to love, serve and obey.
We seek thy face, in mercy wilt ac-
cept us,
And not reject us.

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- Dost minister ! thy church supply

With incense for her pray'r; tercession, And by thy pow'rful pray’rs to help Grant to us all a cheerful heart; the needy

Art ever ready. A burning, steady light impart,

Defended from all noxious air. 5 The many drops of blood' which from thee flowed,

2 Lord, give us an attentive ear, The streams of tears, which oft thy

Which may thy voice distinctly hear, cheeks bedewed,

An eye to view thee still; Are all in our behalf for mercy plead-And priestly lips to tell thy praise,

And feet earth's rugged craggy ways And interceding ing

To traverse, without fearing ill. 6 O may thy'church before thee bloom 3 Our hands for blessing hallow'd be, like flowers,

Our bodies temples be to thee, Unto thy praise, thro' thy atonement's

Our souls enjoy thy peace; powers; Yea, glorify thy name in us, dear Sa. Grant us, thy still small voice to hear,

A breeze divine our spirits cheer, viour, Both now and ever!

Unknown, save to thy flock of grace.

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T. 79. FLOCK of Christ, in fellowship

O MAY the God of mercies, Offer fervent supplication,

Who perfecteth his praises Whether to rejoice, or weep,

Out of the sucklings' mouth, We may now have most occasion; Grant us so blest a feeling When the lips no more can pray,

Of his most gracious dealing, Sighs will find to him their way. That we adorę his grace and truth!

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