3 To thee all angels cry aloud,

Through heaven's extended coasts; Hail, holy, holy, holy God

Of glory and of hosts!

4 The Prophets' goodly fellowship, In radiant garments drest,

Praise thee, thou Son of God! and reap The fulness of thy rest.

5 The Apostles' glorious company Thy righteous praise proclaim! The martyr'd army glorify

Thy everlasting name!

6 Through all the world thy churches join To acknowledge thee their Head, Brightness of majesty divine,

Who every power hast made.

7 Among their number, we delight
To sing thy precious blood:

Reign here, and in the worlds of light,
Thou holy Lamb of God.

107.

(ACTS V. 31.)

7's.

1 BRETHREN, let us join to bless
Jesus Christ, our joy and peace!

Let our praise to him be given,
High at God's right hand in heaven.

2 Thee the angels ceaseless sing,
Thee we praise, our Priest and King:
Worthy is thy name of praise,
Full of glory, full of grace.

3 Thou hast the glad tidings brought
Of salvation by thee wrought:
Wrought for all thy church! and we
Worship in their company.

4 We, thy little flock, adore
Thee, the Lord, for evermore!
Ever with us shew thy love,
Till we join with those above.

108.

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(HEB. vi. 18.)

ESUS, lover of my soul,
Let me to thy bosom fly,
While the nearer waters roll,
While the tempest still is high:
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,
Till the storm of life be past:
Safe into the haven guide,
O receive my soul at last.

Other refuge have I none;
Hangs my helpless soul on thee;
Leave, ah! leave me not alone;
Still support and comfort me.
All my trust on thee is stay'd;
All my help from thee I bring;
Cover my defenceless head
With the shadow of thy wing.

Thou, O Christ, art all I want;
More than all in thee I find:
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,
Heal the sick, and lead the blind.

7's.

4

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Just and holy is thy Name;

I am all

unrighteousness:

Vile, and full of sin I am;
Thou art full of truth and grace.

Plenteous grace with thee is found,
Grace to pardon all my sin:
Let the healing streams abound,
Make and keep me pure within.
Thou of life the fountain art,
Freely let me take of thee:
Spring thou up within my heart,
Rise to all eternity.

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109. (GEN. ii. 7. HEB. ii. 14.)

L. M.

ORD, what is man! extremes how wide,
In this mysterious nature join!

The flesh to worms and dust allied,
The soul immortal and divine!

2 Divine at first, a holy flame
Kindled by the Almighty's breath:
Till stain'd by sin, it soon became
The seat of darkness, strife, and death.

3 But Jesus-Oh! amazing grace!-
Assum'd our nature as his own;
Obey'd and suffer'd in our place,
Then took it with him to his throne.

4 Now what is man, when grace reveals
The virtue of a Saviour's blood?
Again a life divine he feels,

Despises earth, and walks with God.

5 And what, in yonder realms above,
Is ransom'd man ordain'd to be?
With honour, holiness, and love,
No seraph more adorn'd than he.
6 Before the throne, and first in song,
Man shall his hallelujahs raise;

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While wondering angels round him throng, And swell the chorus of his praise.

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ORD of mercy and of might,
Of mankind the life and light,

Maker, Teacher, Infinite!

P. M.

Jesus, hear and save!

2 Strong Creator, Saviour mild, Humbled to a mortal child, Captive, beaten, bound, reviled;

Jesus, hear and save!

3 Throned above celestial things, Borne aloft on angels' wings,

Lord of Lords, and King of Kings,

"Jesus, hear and save!

4 Soon to come to earth again, Judge of angels and of men, Hear us now, and hear us then!

111.

Jesus, hear and save!

(LUKE ii. 13, 14.)

7's.

1 HARK, the herald angels sing

Glory to the new-born King!

Peace on earth and merey mild,
God and sinners reconcil'd.

2 Joyful all ye nations rise,
Join the triumphs of the skies:
Nature, rise and worship him
Who was born at Bethlehem.

3 Hail, the heaven-born Prince of Peace!
Hail, the Sun of Righteousness!
Light and life around he brings, o bat.
Risen with healing in his wings.

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die;

4 Mild he lays his glory by,
Born that men no more may
Born to raise the sons of earth,
Born to give them second birth.

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5 Come, Desire of Nations, come, 103
Fix in us thy humble home;
Rise, the woman's conquering seed,...
Bruise in us the serpent's head.

6 Adam's likeness now efface, Stamp thine image in its place; boord Second Adam from above, Reinstate us in thy love.

112. (LUKE iv. 18, 19.)

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Let

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ARK, the glad sound! the Saviour comes!
The Saviour promis'd long!

every heart prepare a throne,

And every voice a song.

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digue bak

2 On him the Spirit largely pour'd,

Exerts its sacred fire;

Wisdom and might, and zeal and love,

His holy breast inspire.