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And be the King of kings adored ;

Chorus.
His truth is ever sure.

Solo.
2 What wonders hath his wisdom done!

Chorus.
How mighty is his hand !

Solo.
Heaven, earth, and sea he framed alone;

Chorus.
How wide is his command !

Solo.
3 He saw the nations dead in sin:

Chorus.
He felt his pity niove:

Solo.
How sad the state the world was in!

Chorus.
How boundless was his love!

Solo.
4 He sent to save us from our wo;

Chorus.
His goodness never fails;

Solo.
From death and hell, and every foe;

Chorus.
And still his grace prevails.

Chorus.
5 Give thanks to God, the heavenly King;

Ilis mercies still endure:
Let all the earth his praises sing;

His truth is ever sure.

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136 THIRD PART. 7s. Adullum.

Solo or Semi-chorus.
LET us, with a joyful mind,
Praise the Lord, for he is kind;

Chorus,
For his mercies shall endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

Solo or Semi-choris.
2 He, with all-commanding might,
Filled the new-inade world with light:

Chorus.
For his mercies shall endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

Sulo cr Semi-chorus.
3 All things living he doth feed :
His full hand supplies their need:

Chorus.
For his mercies shall endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

Solo or Semi-chorus.
4 He his chosen race did bless,
In the wasteful wilderness :

Chorus.
For his mercies shall endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

Sole or Semi-chorus.
5 He hath, with a piteous eye,
Looked upon our misery :

Chorus:
For his mercies shall endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

Chorus.
6 Let us then, with joyful mind,
Praise the Lord, for he is kind :
For his mercies shall endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

136 FOURTH PART. H. M. Harwich.

Semi-chorus.
GIVE thanks to God most high,

The universal Lord;
The sovereign King of kings:
And be his grace adored.

Chorus.
Thy mercy, Lord,

And ever sure
Shall still endurt, Abides thy word.

Semi-chorus.
2 How mighty is his hand!

What wonders hath he done!
He formed the earth and seas,
And spread the heavens alone.

Chorus.
His power and grace

And let his name
Are still the saine ;

Have endless praiso

Semi-chorus.
3 He saw the nations lie,

All perishing in sin,
And pitied the sad state

The ruined world was in.

Chorus
Thy mercy, Lord, And ever sure
Shall still endure; Abides thy word.

Semi-chorus.
4 He sent his only Son

To save us from our wo,
From Satan, sin, and death,
And every burtful foe.

Chorus.
His power and grace

And let his name
Are still the same,

Have endless praise.

Chorus.
5 Give thanks aloud to God,

To God the heavenly King;
And let the spacious earth,

His works and glories sing.
Thy mercy, Lord, And ever sure
Shall still endure; Abides thy word.

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137

FIRST Part. 10s. Savannah

Lamenting the Desolations of Zion.
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LONG the banks where Babel's current flows,

Our captive bands in deep, despondence strayed,
While Zion's fall in sad remembrance rose,

Her friends, her children, mingled with the dead.

2 The tuneless harp, that once with joy we strung, mf When praise employed and mirth inspired the lay,

In mournful silence on the willows hung,

And growing grief prolonged the tedious day. mf 3 Our tard oppressors, to increase our wo,

With taunting smiles a song of Zion claim;
Bid sacred praise in strains melodious flow,

While they blaspheme the great Jehovah's name. mp 4 But how, in heathen chains, and lands unknown,

Shall Israel's suns a song of Zion raise -
O hapless Salem, God's terrestrial throne,

Thou land of glory--sacred mount of praise ;-
6 Ife'er my memory lose thy lovely name,

If my cold heart neglect my kindred race,
Let dire destruction seize this guilty frame:

My hand shall perish>and my voice shall cease. 137 SECOND PART. L. M. Sunderland.

WHEN we, our wearied limbs to rest,

Sat down by proud Euphrates' stream,
We wept-with doleful thoughts oppressed,

And Zion was our mournful theme.

2 Our harps, that, when with joy we sung,

Were wont their tuneful parts to bear,
With silent strings, neglected hung,

On willow trees that withered there.

3 How shall we tune our voice to sing,

Or touch our harps with skilful hands?
Shall hymns of joy, to God onr King,

Be sung by slaves in foreign lands?
4 O Salem, our once happy seat !

When I of thee forgeiful prove,
Let then my treinbling hand forget

The tuneful strings with art to move. mf 5 If I to mention thee forbear,

Eternal silence seize my tongue;

Or if I sing one cheerful air, f Till thy deliverance is my song.

13 THIRD PART. L. M. Danders.

WHY, on the bending willows hung,

Israel ! still sleeps thy tuneful string ?-
Still mute remains thy sullen tongue,

And Zion's song denies to sing?
2 Awake!-thy sweetest raptures raise;

Let harp and voice unite their strains: < Thy promised King his sceptre sways;

Jesus, thine own Messiah, reigns !
3 No taunting foes the song require:

No strangers mock thy captive chain :
But friends provoke the silent lyre,

And brethren ask the holy strain.
4 Nor fear thy Salem's hills to wrong,

If other lands thy triumph share : < A heavenly city claims thy song;

A brighter Salem rises there.
5 By foreign streams no longer roam;

Nor, weeping, think of Jordan's flood :
< In every clime behold a home,
f In every temple see thy God.

137 FOURTH PART. S. M. Pentonville.

I LOVE thy kingdom, Lord,

The house of thine abode,
T'he church our blest Redeemer saved

With his own precious blood.
2 I love thy church, () God!

Her walls before thee stand,
Dear as the apple of thine eye,

And graven on thy hand.
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3 For her my tears shall fall;

For her my prayers ascend;
To her my cares and toils be given,

Till toils and cares shall end.
4 Beyond my highest joy

I prize her heavenly ways,
Her sweet communion-solemn vows,

Her hymns of love and praise.
5 Jesus, thou friend divine,

Our Saviour, and our King,
Thy hand from every snare and foe,

Shall great deliverance bring.
6 Sure as thy truth shall last,

To Zion shall be given
The brightest glories earth can yield,

And brighter bliss of heaven.

138

L. M.

Brewer.
Praise for divine Protection.
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ITH all my powers of heart and tongue,

I'll praise my Maker in my sung ;
Angels shall hear the notes I raise,

Approve the song, and join the praise.
P 2 To God I cried, when troubles rose;

He heard me, and subdued my foes;

He did my rising fears control,
mf And strength diffused through all my soul.

3 Amid a thousand snares I stand,
pheld and guarded by thy hand;
Thy words my fainting soul revive,

And keep my dying faith alive.
f 4 I'll sing thy truth and mercy, Lord;

I'll sing the wonders of thy word ;

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