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Of Moses and the Lamb!

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|| 1 AWAKE-awake the sacred song To our incarnate Lord!

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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.

f11 4 Adoring angels tuned their songs,
To hail the joyful day;

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With rapture, then, let mortal tongues,
Their grateful worship pay.

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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!

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

Be the kingdom all thine own!

C. M.

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

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[length The height, and depth, and breadth, and Of such transcendent love.

L. M.

Worthy the Lamb.

Gilead. Old Hundred.

f 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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6s & 4s.

1 GLORY to God on high!
Let heaven and earth reply,
"Praise ye his name!"
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.

Italian Hymn.

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:

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Still will we tribute bring;
Hail him our gracious King;
And through all ages sing,
"Worthy the Lamb!"

6s & 4s.

1 COME, all ye saints of God!
Wide through the earth abroad,
Spread Jesus' fame:

Tell 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!"

pl 3 Hark-how the choirs above,
Filled with the Saviour's love,
Dwell on his name!-

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There, too, may we be found,
With light and glory crowned,
While all the heavens resound,
"Worthy the Lamb!"

C. M.

Italian Hymp.

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.

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2" Worthy the Lamb that died"-they cry,
"To be exalted thus:"-

"Worthy the Lamb"- -our lips reply,
"For he was slain for us."

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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L. M.

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
At his almighty Father's side.

3 Blessings forever on the Lamb,

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

C. M.

Excellency of Christ.

Dedham. Westford

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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C. P. M.

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:

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Then, with my Saviour, brother, friend,
A blest eternity I'll spend,
Triumphant in his grace.

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1 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.

mp 3 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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C. M.

Supreme Love to Christ.

1 YE earthly vanities, depart;

Forever hence remove:

York. Barby.

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