SECOND PART. L. M. Alfreton.
The condescending Grace of God.

mf O LORD, our Lord, in power divine,
How great is thy illustrious name!
Through all the earth thy glories shine,
Placed high above the heavenly frame.

mp 2 Down from his throne thy Son descends,
A little time our form to wear:
Beneath th' angelic hosts he bends,
Our sufferings and our guilt to bear.

mf 3 But, lo! thy power exalts him high,
In glorious dignity enthroned;

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He bears our nature to the sky,

O'er all thy works the Ruler crowned.

4 Jesus, our Lord, in power divine,
How great is thy illustrious name!
Through all the earth thy glories shine-
Let all the earth resound thy fame.

THIRD PART. C. M. St. Martin's.

O LORD, our Lord, how wondrous great
Is thine exalted name!

The glories of thy heavenly state

Let men and babes proclaim.

2 Lord, what is man, or all his race,
Who dwells so far below,

That thou should'st visit him with grace,

And love his nature so?—

3 That thine eternal Son should bear
To take a mortal form;

Made lower than his angels are,
To save a dying worm!

mf 4 Let him be crowned with majesty,
Who bowed his head to death;
And be his honors sounded high
By all things that have breath.

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5 Jesus, our Lord, how wondrous great
Is thine exalted name!

The glories of thy heavenly state
Let all the earth proclaim.

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mp O THOU, to whom all creatures bow, Within this earthly frame,

<Through all the world, how great art thou! How glorious is thy name!

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2 When heaven, thy glorious work on high,
Employs my wondering sight;

The moon, that nightly rules the sky,
With stars of feebler light ;-

mp 3 Lord, what is man! that thou shouldst choose To keep him in thy mind!

Or what his race! that thou shouldst prove
To them so wondrous kind!

P 4 O thou, to whom all creatures bow,
Within this earthly frame;

<Through all the world, how great art thou!
How glorious is thy name!

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FIFTH PART. C. M. Dundee

f. JEHOVAH, Lord of power and might,
How glorious is thy name!

The blaze of day-the pomp of night,
Thy majesty proclaim.

p 2 Lord, what is man-weak, sinful man—
That he thy care should prove;

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That thou for him shouldst deign to plan
Such mighty acts of love!

3 Made in thine image at his birth—
Next to the heavenly host,

And sovereign of the new-formed earth,
Each privilege he lost.

4 Then did the pitying Saviour leave
The glories of the sky,-

mf Oh! love too wondrous to conceive!
For sinful man to die,-

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5 To die, that we, by grace restored,
Might life and glory claim-

O great Creator, Saviour, Lord,
How excellent thy name!

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SIXTH PART. S. M.

mf O LORD, our heavenly King,
Thy name is all divine;

Thy glories round the earth are spread,
And o'er the heavens they shine.

2 When to thy works on high
I raise my wondering eyes,
And see the moon, complete in light,
Adorn the darksome skies ;-

3. When I survey the stars,
And all their shining forms,

Dover.

p Lord, what is man-that worthless thing, Akin to dust and worms?

4 Lord, what is worthless man,

That thou shouldst love him so?
Next to thine angels is he placed,
And Lord of all below.

5 How rich thy bounties are!

How wondrous are thy ways!

That from the dust, thy power should frame
A monument of praise.

FIRST PART. C. M.

Lutzen.

God glorious as a Judge and Deliverer.

WITH my whole heart I'll raise my song;

Thy wonders I'll proclaim:

Thou, sovereign Judge of right and wrong,
Wilt put my foes to shame.

2 I'll sing thy majesty and grace;
My God prepares his throne,
To judge the world in righteousness,
And make his vengeance known.

mp 3 Then shall the Lord a refuge prove
For all the poor oppressed,

To save the people of his love,

Len And give the weary rest.

mf 4 The men who know thy name, will trust In thy abundant grace;

For thou hast ne'er forsook the just,
Who humbly sought thy face.

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5 Sing praises to the righteous Lord,
Who dwells on Zion's hill,

Who executes his threatening word,
And doth his grace fulfil.

SECOND PART. C. M.

Marlow.

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WHEN the great Judge, supreme and just,
Shall once inquire for blood,

The humble souls, that mourn in dust,
Shall find a faithful God.

2 Thy thunder shall affright the proud,
And put their hearts to pain,

Make them confess that thou art God,
And they but feeble men.

3 Though saints to sore distress are brought,
And wait, and long complain;
Their cries shall never be forgot,
Nor shall their hopes be vain.

4 Rise, great Redeemer, from thy seat,
To judge and save the poor;

Let nations tremble at thy feet,
And man prevail no more.

THIRD PART. C. M.

Abridge.

TO God, who dwells on Zion's mount,
Your lofty voices raise;

Through all the earth his works recount,
In solemn hymns of praise.

2 The Lord in righteousness is known,
In judgment seen by all;

The wicked, who his name disown
By their own works shall fall.

mf 3 O Lord, in majesty arise,

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The heathen's power assail ;
Exalt thyself above the skies,
And let not man prevail.

4 Thou art, O God, the righteous Lord,
Thy name shall still endure;

Thy throne of judgment, and thy word,
Shall stand for ever sure.

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FOURTH PART. C. M. Nottingham.

Delight in praising God.

TO celebrate thy praise, O Lord,
I will my heart prepare;

To all the listening world, thy works,
Thy wondrous works, declare.

2 The thought of them shall to my soul
Exalted pleasures bring;

While to thy name, O thou Most High,
Triumphant praise I sing.

3 Thou art, O Lord, a sure defence
Against oppressing rage:

As troubles rise, thy needful aid
In our behalf engage.

4 To celebrate thy praise, O Lord,
I will my heart prepare;

To all the listening world, thy works,
Thy wondrous works, declare.

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FIRST PART. L. M.

Danvers.

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Jehovah, the Avenger of the Oppressed.

JEHOVAH reigns your tribute bring;

Proclaim the Lord, th' eternal King:
Crown him, ye saints, with holy joy,
His arm shall all your foes destroy.

2 Thou, Lord, ere yet the humble mind
Had formed to prayer the wish designed,
Hast heard the secret sigh arise,
mf While, swift to aid, thy mercy flies.

3 Thy Spirit shall our heart prepare; Thine ear shall listen to our prayer: Thou, righteous Judge! thou Power divine! > On thee the fatherless recline.

mf 4 The Lord shall save th' afflicted breast,
His arm shall vindicate the oppressed;
Earth's mightiest tyrant feel his power,
Nor sin, nor Satan grieve them more.

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