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His praise in softer notes declare,
And breathe it to the soul.
Harmonious anthems raise ;
voice to praise.
Io heavenly praise employ:
The general burst of joy. B. Williams's Coll.
HYMN 169. P. M.
To sing a lofty song of praise,
And all his works of grace proclaim. 2 Great is the Lord, bis praise be great, Who sits on high entbron’d in state,
To bim alone let praise be given ; Those gods, the heathen world adore, Io vajn pretend to sov'reign power,
He only rules who made the heaven. 3 He fram'd the globe, he spread the sky, And all the sbining worlds on high,
He reigns complete in glory there ;
His temple how divinely fair!
4 Let beaven be glad, let earth rejoice,
Proclaiming loud Jehovah reigns ;
To him whose power the world sustains. 5 Come, the great day, the glorious hour, When earth shall own its sou’reign power,
And barb'rous nations fear his name;
Tate and WATTS.
But all their joys are one.
“ To be exalted thus ;"
" For he was slain for us." 3 Jesus is worthy to receive
Honour and power divine ;
Be, Lord, forever thine.
To bless the sacred name
COME, let us join our cheerful
We soon shall recover our home;
The day of eternity come ;
From earth we shall quickly remove,
And mount to our vative abode,
The palace of angels and God. 2 Our morning is all at an end,
When rais'd by the life-giving word,
Adoro'd as a bride from her Lord ;
No shadow of evil is there ! 3 By faith we already behold
That lovely Jerusalem here;
As crystal her buildings are clear;
She stands, as she ever hatb stood,
And fames with the glory of God. 4 No need of the sun in that day,
Which never is follow'd by night,
A pure and a permanent light;
And lo! by reflection they shine,
And bright in effulgence divine !
HYMN 172. P. M.
The better portion.
Tow'rds heavens thy native place ;
Time shall soon this earth remove ;
Rise, my soul, and haste away
To seats prepar'd above.
Nor stay in all their course;
Both speed them to their source :
Pants to view his glorious face,
To rest in his embrace.
Press onward to the prize ;
Triumphant in the skies :
And earth exchang'd for heaven.
HYMN 173. C. M.
Christ's First and Second Coming. SING to the Lord, ye distant lands,
Ye tribes of ev'ry tongue : new discover'd
A guilty world to save;
And rescue from the grave.
Joy through the earth be seen ; Let cities shine in bright array,
And fields in cheerful green. 4 With pleasure list your wond’riog eyes,
Ye islands of the sea :
e mountains sink, ye vallies rise,
5 Behold he comes, be comes to bless
The nations as their God;
And send his truth abroad.
HYMN 174. C. M.
Praise be thine from ev'ry tongue,
Join the universal song.
For the hope of future joy,
Sound Jehovah's praise on high.
HYMN 175. P, M.
And at his footstool bow, with holy fear :
Through boundless space, and ages never ending. 2 He rules, with wide and absolute command,
O'er the wild ocean and the steadfast land;
Usurp the honours of the sole Creator,
Shoot through the massy gloom of ancient right,