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6 There shall our raptured tongue

His endless praise proclaim ;
And sweeter voices tune the song
Of Moses and the Lamb!

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Baldwin. Deerfield 1 AWAKE-awake the sacred song

To our incarnate Lord!
Let every heart, and every tongue

Adore th' eternal Word.
2 Then shone almighty power and love,

In all their glorious forms,
When Jesus left his throne above,

To dwell with sinful worms.
3 To dwell with misery here below

The Saviour left the skies,
And stooped to wretchedness and wo,

That worthless man might rise. fll 4 Adoring angels tuned their songs,

To hail the joyful day;
With rapture, then, let mortal tongues,

Their grateful worship pay. 161

Sicilian Hymn. 1 BRIGHTNESS of the Father's glory!

Shall thy praise unuttered lie ?
Break, each tongue, such guilty silence,

Praise the Lord, who came to die.
2 Hosts of angels sang thy coming,

Watchful shepherds learnt their lays-
Shame would cover us, ungrateful,

Should our tongues refuse their praise.
3 From the highest throne in glory,

To the cross of deepest wo,
All to ransom guilty captives!

Flow our praise-forever flow!
4 Re-ascend, immortal Saviour!

Leave thy footstool-take thy throne ;
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return, and reign forever,

Be the kingdom all thine own! 162

Litchfield. Barby. 1 COME, Holy Ghost ! inspire our songs

With thine immortal flame;
Enlarge our hearts_unloose our tongues,

To praise the Saviour's name.

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2 How great the riches of his grace!

He left his throne above;
And, swift to save our ruined race,

He flew on wings of love.
3 Now pardon, life, and joys divine,

In rich abundance flow,
For guilty rebels, dead in sin,

And doomed to endless wo.
4 Th' almighty Former of the skies

Stooped to our low abode;
While angels viewed with wondering eyes,

And hailed th' incarnate God.
5 Renew our souls with heavenly strength,

That we may fully prove [length The height, and depth, and breadth, and Of such transcendent love.

Gilead. Old Hundred. 163

Worthy the Lamb.
1 WORTHY the Lamb of boundless sway,

In earth or heaven the Lord of all;
Let all the powers of earth obey,

And low before his footstool fall.
2 Higher-still higher, swell the strain;

Creation's voice, the note prolong;
Jesus, the lamb, shall ever reign-

Let hallelujalis crown the song.
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Italian Hymn
1 GLORY to God on high!
Let heaven and earth reply,
“Praise his name

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Angels, his love adore,
Who all our sorrows bore;
Saints, sing for evermore,

“ Worthy the Lamb."
2 Ye, who surround the throne,
Cheerfully join in one,

Praising his name:
Ye, who have felt his blood
Sealing your peace with God,
Sound through the earth abroad,

“ Worthy the Lamb !"
3 Join all the ransomed race,
Our Lord and God to bless :
Praise ye his name.

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In him we will rejoice,
Making a cheerful noise,
Shouting with heart and voice,

“ Worthy the Lamb!"
4 Soon must we change our place,
Yet will we never cease

Praising his name:
Still will we tribute bring ;
Hail him our gracious King ;
And through all ages sing,

“Worthy the Lamb !" 165

Italian Hymp. 1 1 COME, all ye saints of God !

Wide through the earth abroad,

Spread Jesus' fame:
Telt what his love has done ;
Trust in his name alone;
Shout to his lofty throne,

“Worthy the Lamb !"
2 Hence, gloomy doubts and fears!
Dry up your mournful tears;

Swell the glad theme :
Praise ye our gracious King,
Strike each melodious string,
Join heart and voice to sing,

Worthy the Lamb !"
pll 3 Hark-how the choirs above,

Filled with the Saviour's love,

Dwell on his name !
There, too, may we be found,
With light and glory crowned,
While all the heavens resound,

Worthy the Lamb !" 166

Devizes. Marlow. 1 COME, let us join our cheerful songs,

With angels round the throne;
Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,

But all their joys are one.
2 “ Worthy the Lamb that died”--they cry,

“ To be exalted thus :". 6 Worthy the Lamb”.

our lips reply, “ For he was slain for us.

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3 Jesus is worthy to receive

Honor and power divine;
And blessings, more than we can give,

Be, Lord, forever thine.
4 Let all that dwell above the sky,

And air, and earth, and seas,
Conspire to lift thy glories high,

And speak thy endless praise.
5 The whole creation join in one

To bless the sacred name
Of him who sits upon the throne,

And to adore the Lamb.
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Hingham. 1 WHAT equal honors shall we bring

To thee, O Lord our God, the Lamb,
When all the notes that angels sing

Are far inferior to thy name!
2 Worthy is he that once was slain,

The Prince of Peace, who groaned and
Worthy to rise, and live, and reign (died,

At his almighty Father's side.
3 Blessings forever on the Lamb,

Who bore the curse for wretched men:
Let angels sound his sacred name,
And every creature say-Amen.

Dedham. Westford 168

Excellency of Christ.
1 INFINITE excellence is thine,

Thou glorious Prince of Grace!
Thy uncreated beauties shine

With never-fading rays.
2 Sinners, from carth's remotest end,

Come bending at thy feet;
To thee their prayers and songs ascend,

In thee their wishes meet.
3 Millions of happy spirits live

On thy exhaustless store ;
From thee they all their bliss receive,

And still thou givest more.
4 Thou art their triumph, and their joy :

They find their all in thee;
Thy glories will their tongues employ

Through all eternity.

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Rapture. Hobart.
1 OH, could I speak the matchless worth,
Oh, could I sound the glories forth,

Which in my Saviour shine!
I'd soar, and touch the heavenly strings,
And vie with Gabriel, while he sings

In notes almost divine.
2 I'd sing the precious blood he spilt,
My ransom from the dreadful guilt

Of sin and wrath divine:
I'd sing his glorious righteousness,
In which all-perfect, heavenly dress

My soul shall ever shine.
3 I'd sing the characters he bears,
And all the forms of love he wears,

Exalted on his throne:
In loftiest songs of sweetest praise,
I would to everlasting days

Make all his glories known.
4 Well-the delightful day will come,
When my dear Lord will bring me home,

And I shall see his face :
Then, with my Saviour, brother, friend,
A blest eternity I'll spend,

Triunphant in his grace. 170

Hlingham. Bach,
I WHEN at this distance, Lord, we trace

The various glories of thy face,
What transport pours o'er all our breast,

And charms our cares and woes to rest !
2 Away, ye dreams of mortal joy!

Raptures divine my thoughts employ;
I see the King of glory shine ;

I feel his love--and call him mine. mp3 Yet still, O Lord, my waiting eyes

To nobler visions long to rise ;
That grand assembly would I join,
Where all thy saints around thee shine.

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Supreme Love to Christ. 1 YE earthly vanities, depart;

Forever hence remove:

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