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5 Loud be the shouts of sacred joy
To God the sovereign King!

Let every land their tongues employ,
And hymns of triumph sing.

FOURTH PART. C. M. Arlington.

ARISE, ye people, and adore,

Exulting strike the chord;

Let all the earth-from shore to shore,
Confess th' almighty Lord.

2 Glad shouts aloud, wide echoing round,
Th' ascending God proclaim;
Th' angelic choir respond the sound,
And shake creation's frame.

3 They sing of death and hell o'erthrown
In that triumphant hour;
And God exalts his conquering Son
To his right hand of power.

4 O shout, ye people, and adore,
Exulting strike the chord ;

Let all the earth-from shore to shore,
Confess th' almighty Lord.

FIRST PART. S. M. St. Thomas.

God's Presence the Safety and Glory of the Church.

GREAT is the Lord, our God,

And let his praise be great;

He makes the churches his abode,
His most delightful seat.

2 In Zion God is known,

A refuge in distress;

How bright has his salvation shone !
How fair his heavenly grace!

3 When kings against her joined,
And saw the Lord was there;
In wild confusion of the mind,
They fled with hasty fear.

4 Oft have our fathers told,

Our eyes have often seen,
How well our God secures the fold
Where his own flock has been

5 In every new distress
We'll to his house repair,

mf Recall to mind his wondrous grace,
And seek deliverance there.

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SECOND PART. S. M. Dover.

FAR as thy name is known

The world declares thy praise;
Thy saints, O Lord, before thy throne,
Their songs of honor raise.

2 With joy thy people stand
On Zion's chosen ill,

Proclaim the wonders of thy hand,
And counsels of thy will.

3 Let strangers walk around
The city where we dwell;
Compass and view thine holy ground,
And mark the building well ;-

4 The order of thy house,

The worship of thy court,

The cheerful songs-the solemn vows-
And make a fair report.-

5 How decent, and how wise!
How glorious to behold!

Beyond the pomp that charms the eyes,
And rites adorned with gold.

6 The God we worship now
Will guide us till we die;

Will be our God, while here below,
And ours above the sky.

FIRST PART. C. M. Burford.

Jehovah coming to Judgment.

THE Lord, the judge, before his throne
Bids all the earth draw nigh;

The nations near the rising sun,
And near the western sky.

2 No more shall bold blasphemers say,
"Judgment will ne'er begin;"

No more abuse his long delay
To impudence and sin.

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3 Throned on a cloud, our God shall come,
Bright flames prepare his way;
Thunder, and darkness-fire, and storm
Lead on the dreadful day.

4 Heaven, from above, his call shall hear;
Attending angels come;

And earth and hell shall know and fear
His justice and their doom.

SECOND PART. 8.7. & 4. Greece.

LO! the mighty God appearing,
From ou high Jehovah speaks!
Eastern lands the summons hearing,
O'er the west his thunder breaks:
Earth beholds him :-
Universal nature shakes!

2 Zion, all its light unfolding,
God in glory shall display:
Lo! be comes!-nor silence holding,
Fire and clouds prepare his way:
Tempests round him-

Hasten on the dreadful day!

3 To the heavens his voice ascending,
To the earth beneath he cries ;-
"Souls immortal, now descending,
Let the sleeping dust arise!
Rise to judgment-

Let my throne adorn the skies!

4" Gather first my saints around me,
Those who to my covenant stood;
Those who humbly sought and found me,
Through the dying Saviour's blood:-
Blest Redeemer!-

Dearest sacrifice to God!"

5 Now the heavens on high adore him,
And his righteousness declare:
Sinners perish from before him,
But his saints his mercy share:
Just his judgment-

God, himself the judge, is there!

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FIRST PART. L. M. Windham.

Pardon and Sanctification penitently implored.
Aff SHOW pity, Lord-O Lord, forgive,
Let a repenting rebel live;

Are not thy mercies large and free?
May not a sinner trust in thee?

2 My crimes are great-but can't surpass
The power and glory of thy grace:
Great God, thy nature hath no bound;
So let thy pardoning love be found.
3 Oh wash my soul from every sin,
And make my guilty conscience clean;
Here, on my heart, the burden lies,
And past offences pain mine eyes.

4 My lips, with shame, my sins confess,
Against thy law-against thy grace:
Lord, should thy judgment grow severe,
I am condemned-but thou art clear.

5 Should sudden vengeance seize my breath,
I must pronounce thee just in death;
And if my soul were sent to hell,
Thy righteous law approves it well.

6 Yet, save a trembling sinner, Lord, Whose hope, still hovering round thy word, mf Would light on some sweet promise there, Some sure support against despair.

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SECOND PART. L. M.

Denton.

Aff O THOU, that hear'st when sinners cry,
Though all my crimes before thee lie,
Behold them not with angry look,
But blot their memory from thy book.
2 Create my nature pure within,
And form my soul averse to sin:
Let thy good spirit ne'er depart,
Nor hide thy presence from my heart.

3 I cannot live without thy light,
Cast out and banished from thy sight:
mf Thine holy joys, my God, restore,
And guard me, that I fall no more.

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THIRD PART. L. M. Middlebury.

Aff THOUGH I have grieved thy Spirit, Lord, Thy help and comfort still afford,

And let a wretch come near thy throne,
To plead the merits of thy Son.

2 A broken heart, my God, my King,
Is all the sacrifice I bring;

The God of grace will ne'er despise
A broken heart for sacrifice.

3 My soul lies humbled in the dust,
And owns thy dreadful sentence just;
Len Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye,
And save the soul condemned to die.

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mf 4 Then will I teach the world thy ways; Sinners shall learn thy sovereign grace; I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood, And they shall praise a pardoning God. A 5 Oh! may thy love inspire my tongue! Salvation shall be all my song;

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And all my powers shall join to bless
The Lord, my strength and righteousness.

FOURTH PART. L. M. Munich.

Aff OH turn, great Ruler of the skies,
Turn from my sin thy searching eyes;
Nor let th' offences of my hand
Within thy book recorded stand.
- 2 Give me a will to thine subdued,
A conscience pure-a soul renewed;
Nor let me, wrapt in endless gloom,
An outcast from thy presence, roam.
3 Oh let thy Spirit to my heart
Once more his quickening aid impart;
My mind from every fear release,

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And soothe my troubled thoughts to peace.

FIFTH PART.

C. M.

Barby.

Aff CLEANSE me, O Lord-and cheer my soul

With thy forgiving love;

Oh make my wounded spirit whole,

And bid my pains remove.