Imatges de pÓgina

68 FOURTH Part. 8. 7. & 4. Sicilian Hymn.
1 BLESS our God, his grace confessing,

Whom his church above adores;
Who, with daily loads of blessing,

From on high his Spirit pours:
God our Saviour-

For his church salvation stores. 2 Him, in whom, as God, we glory,

God our Saviour we proclaim;
Life and death, O Lord, adore thee,

Yielding at thy awful name:
Thou shalt triumph-

And th' eternal victory claim.
- 3 At his feet, while prostrate falling,

Jesus breaks the serpent's head;
He, for mighty vengeance calling,

On his proudest foe shall tread:
Thou, the conqueror-
Shalt thy church to victory lead.

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68 Fiftu PART. 7's. Pleyel's Hymn.
1 LORD, thy church hath seen thee rise,

To thy temple in the skies:
God my Saviour! God my King!

Still thy ransomed round thee sing. 2 When, in glories all divine,

Through the earth thy church shall shine,
Kings, in prayer and praise, shall wait,
Bending at thy temple's gate.




FIRST PART. L. M. Medway.

Pardon implored.
TO thee, great God, I make my prayer;

Do thou my supplications hear;
Let me not sink, o'erwhelmed in grief,
But kindly send my soul relief.
2. Oh let me now thy goodness prove,

Thy tender mercies, and thy love;
Turn not away, O Lord, thy face,
But hear, and heal me with thy grace.



f 3 So shall my song to thee arise,

Thy praise shall echo through the skies:
Through all the earth will I proclaim
The greatness of Jehovah's name.

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ch above adores;
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God, we glory,

we proclaim;
Lord, adore thee,
awful name:

69 SECOND PART. L. M. Windham.

Pardon through the Sufferings of Christ.
Af 1 DEEP in our hearts let us record

The deeper sorrows of our Lord;
Behold the rising billows roll,

To overwhelm' his holy soul.
mf 2 Yet, gracious God, thy power and love

Have made the curse a blessing prove;
Those dreadful sufferings of thy Son
Atoned for crimes which we had done.

victory claim. prostrate falling serpent's head; geance calling, foe shall tread:

Af 3 Oh for his sake our guilt forgive

And let the mourning sinner live;-
The Lord will hear us in his name,
Nor shall our hope be turned to shame.



to victory lead.



St. Ann's.

1 FATHER, I sing thy wondrous grace,

I bless my Saviour's name;
He bought salvation for the poor,

And bore the sinner's shame.

r. 7's. Pleyel's Hya hath seen thee rise, he skies: God my King! round thee sing. I divine, thy church shall shine, d praise, shall wait

, ple's gate.

2 His deep distress has raised us high;

His duty and his zeal Fulfilled the law, which mortals broke,

And finished all thy will. 3 Zion is thine, most holy God; Thy Son shall bless her

gates: And glory, purchased by his blood,

For thine own Israel waits.

RT. L. M. Vedy implored. d, I make my prayer; plications hear; rwhelmed in grief soul relief. Foodness prove, and thy love; 7rd, thy face,

f 4 Let heaven, and all that dwell on high,

To God their voices raise ;
While lands and seas assist the sky,

And join t advance his praise.

thy grace.


C. M. St. Martin's.

Prayer for Divine Aid.
Af GREAT God, attend my humble call,

Nor hear my cries in vain;
Oh let thy grace prevent my fall,

And still my hope sustain.
2 Be thou my help in time of need,
To thee, O Lord, I pray;

In mercy hasten to my aid,

Nor let thy grace delay.
r3 Let all who love thy name rejoice,

And glory in thy word,
In thy salvation raise their voice,

And magnify the Lord.



First Part. C. M. Warwick.

Praise to God, the Saviour.
1 MY Saviour, my almighty Friend,

When I begin thy praise,
Where will the growing numbers end,

The numbers of thy grace?
2 Thou art my everlasting trust,

Thy goodness I adore ;
And since I knew thy graces first,

1 speak thy glories more.
3 My feet shall travel all the length

Of the celestial road,
And march, with courage in thy strength,

To see my Father, God.
P 4 When I am filled with sore distress

For some surprising sin,
I'll plead thy perfect righteousness,

And mention none but thine. p 5 How will my lips rejoice to tell

The victories of my King !
My soul, redeemed from sin and hell,

Shall thy salvation sing.


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P 4 The land of silence and of death

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1 MY God, my everlasting hope,

I live upon thy truth;
Thy hands have held my childhood up,

And strengthened all my youth.
2 Still has my life new wonders seen,

Repeated every year;
Behold my days that yet rernain,

I trust them to thy care.
3 Cast me not off when strength declines,

When hoary hairs arise ;
And round me let thy glory shine,

Whene'er thy servant dies.
[ 4 Then, in the history of my age,

When men review my days,
They'll read thy love in every page,

In every line thy praise.


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FIRST PART. L. M. Danvers.

Universal Reign of Christ. mf 1 GREAT God, whose universal sway

The known and unknown worlds obey, í

Now give the kingdom to thy Son,

Extend his power-exalt his throne. dol 2 As rain on meadows newly mown,

So shall he send his influence down;
His grace, on fainting souls, distils,

Like heavenly dew, on thirsty hills.
3 The heathen lands, that lie beneath
The shades of overspreading death,
Revive at his first dawning light,

And deserts blossom at the sight.
- 4 The saints shall flourish in his days,

Dressed in the robes of joy and praise; P< Peace, like a river, from his throne,

Shall flow to nations yet unknown.

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72 SECOND PART. L. M. Monmouth. 1 1 JESUS shall reign where'er the sun

Doth his successive journeys run;
His kingdom stretch from shore to shore,

Till moon shall wax and wane no more.
2 For him shall endless prayer be made,

And praises throng to crown his head;
His name, like sweet perfume, shall rise

With every morning sacrifice.
f 3 People and realms of every tongue

Dwell on his love with sweetest song ;
And infant voices shall proclaim

Their early blessings on his name.
4 Blessings abound where'er he reigns,
The joyful prisoner bursts his chains,
The weary find eternal rest,

And all the soris of want are blest. 1115 Let every creature rise and bring

Peculiar honors to our King:
Angels descend with songs again,
And earth repeat the loud Amen.


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