HYMN CI.

Praife to God for Creation and Redemp

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tion.

ET them neglect thy Glory, Lord,
Who never knew thy Grace;

But our loud Song shall still record

The Wonders of thy Praife.

We raise our Shouts, O God, to thee,
And send them to thy Throne ;
All Glory to th'united three,

The undivided one.

'Twas he (and we'll adore his Name)
That form'd us by a Word;
'Tis he reftores our ruin'd Frame,
Salvation to the Lord!

Hofanna! let the Earth and Skies
Repeat the joyful Sound;

Rocks, Hills, and Vales reflect the Voice
In one eternal Round.

HYMN CII.

The Faithfulness of God in the Promifes.

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EGIN, my Tongue, fome heav'nly Theme,
And fpeak fome boundlefs Thing,

The mighty Works, or mightier Name,
Of our Eternal King.

Tell of his wond'rous Faithfulness,

And found his Pow'r abroad,

Sing

Sing the sweet Promife of his Grace,
And the performing God.

Proclaim Salvation from the Lord,
For wretched dying Men;

His Hand hath writ the facred Word
With an immortal Pen.

Engrav'd as in eternal Brafs,
The mighty Promise shines ;
Nor can the Pow'rs of Darkness raze
Those everlasting Lines.

O might we hear thine heav'nly Tongue
But whifper, Thou art mine!

Thofe gentle Words fhould raise my Song
To Notes almost divine.

How would our leaping Heart rejoice,
And think our Heav'n fecure!
Give us to hear thy gracious Voice,

And Faith defires no more.

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HYMN CIII.

Refurrection of Christ.

LESS'D Morning, whofe young dawning
Rays

Beheld our rifing God;

That faw him triumph o'er the Duft,

And leave his laft Abode !

In the cold Prison of a Tomb,

The dead Redeemer lay,

'Till the revolving Skies had brought The third, th'appointed Day.

Hell

Hell and the Grave unite their Force,
To hold our God in vain;
The fleeping Conqu❜ror arofe,
And burft their feeble Chain.

To thy great Name, Almighty Lord,
Thefe facred Hours we pay,
And loud Hofannas fhall proclaim
The Triumph of the Day.

Salvation and immortal Praife,
To our victorious. King;

Let Heav'n, and Earth, and Rocks, and Seas,
With glad Hofannas ring.

Praife to the Redeemer.

LUNG'D in a Gulph of dark Defpair,
We wretched Sinners lay,
Without one chearful Beam of Hope,
Or Spark of glimmʼring Day.

With pitying Eyes, the Prince of Grace,
Beheld our helpless Grief;

He faw, and (O amazing Love!)

He ran to our Relief.

Down from the fhining Seats above,

With joyful Hafte he fled,
Enter'd the Grave in mortal Flesh,
And dwelt among the Dead.

Oh! for this Love let Rocks and Hills
Their lafting Silence break,

And

And all harmonious human Tongues,
The Saviour's Praises speak.

Angels affift our mighty Joys,
Strike all your Harps of Gold

;

But when you raise your highest Notes
His Love can ne'er be told.

Paffion and Exaltation of CHRIST.

OME, all harmonious Tongues,
Your nobleft Music bring;

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'Tis Chrift the everlafting God, And Chrift the Man, we fing.

Tell how he took our Flesh,
To take away our Guilt;
Sing the dear Drops of facred Blood,
That hellish Monsters fpilt.

Down to the Shades of Death

No more the bloody Spear,
The Cross and Nails no more;
For Hell itself shakes at his Name,
And all the Heav'ns adore.

There the Redeemer fits,
High on the Father's Throne;

The Father lays his Vengeance by,
And fmiles upon his Son.

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HYMN CVI.

The Glory of Christ in Heaven.

H the Delights, the heav'nly Joys,
The Glories of the Place,

Where Jefus fheds the brightest Beams
Of his o'erflowing Grace.

Sweet Majefty and awful Love,
Sit fmiling on his Brow,
And all the glorious Ranks above
At humble Distance bow.

His Head, the dear majestic Head,
That cruel Thorns did wound,
See what immortal Glories fhine,
And circle it around!

This is the Man, th' exalted Man,
Whom we, unseen, adore;
But when our Eyes behold his Face,
Our Hearts fhall love him more.

Lord, fet our Spirits all on Fire
To fee thy blefs'd Abode;

And tune our Tongues to fing the Praise
Of our incarnate God!

HYMN

CVII.

Look on him whom they pierced, and

mourn.

NFINITE Grief! amazing Woe!

Behold our bleeding Lord;

Hell and the Jews confpir'd his Death,
And us'd the Roman Sword.

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