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2 Come, tune afresh your golden lyres,
HYMN 473. C. M.
St. Ann's. [*]
VES-I will bless thee, O my God!
And to eternity prolong
Thy vast, thy boundless praise.
2 Nor shall my tongue alone proclaim
My life, with all its active powers,
4 There shall my lips in endless praise
The theme demands an angel's tongue,
HYMN 474. 7s & 6s. Amsterdam. [*]
1 PRAISE the Lord, who reigns above,
And keeps his courts below:
Praise him for his boundless love,
2 Praise him for his noble deeds,
5 Him, in whom they move and live,
Glory to our Saviour give,
6 Hallowed be his name beneath,
As in heaven on earth adored; Praise the Lord in every breath, Let all things praise the Lord.
1 ON Judah's plain, the minstrel lyre
Is quenched, and sorrow veils the night;-
2 'Tis Bethlehem's star; the holy gem
Of angel minstrels wakes the song.
GOULD'S CHURCH HARMONY.
Select Hymn, p. 657.
HARK! what mean those holy voices, &c.
WITH darkness whelmed, in error lost,
GOULD'S CH. HARM.
SHOUT the glad tidings, exultingly sing,
The Son of the Highest how lowly his birth;
1 DAUGHTER of Zion, awake from thy sadness! Awake! for thy foes shall oppress thee no more; Bright o'er thy hills dawns the day-star of gladness, Arise! for the night of thy sorrow is o'er.
2 Strong were thy foes, but the arm that subdued them, And scattered their legions, was mightier far;
They fled like the chaff from the scourge that pursued them,
Vain were their steeds and their chariots of war.
3 Daughter of Zion, the power that hath saved thee, Extolled with the harp and the timbrel should be: Shout! for the foe is destroyed that enslaved thee; The oppressor is vanquished, and Zion is free.
HANDEL AND HAYDN AND ANC. LYRE.
Select Hymn, p. 729.
HARK, the song of jubilee, &c.
O THOU, whose power o'er moving worlds presides Whose voice created, and whose wisdom guides;
On darkling man in full effulgence shine,
And cheer his clouded mind with light divine.
From thee, Great God, we spring, to thee we bend;
GOULD'S CH. HARM,
HAIL, hail, sweet cherub, charity,
'Tis thou canst blend in misery's cup,
Great God of love and light and day,
And may our hearts in lowliness,
1 TIME is winging us away
2 Youth and vigour soon will flee,
1 THE hill of Zion yields
A thousand sacred sweets,
Before we reach the heavenly fields,
Or walk the golden streets.
2 Then let our songs abound,
And every tear be dry;
We're marching through Emmanuel's ground,
To fairer worlds on high.
THE Lord is in his holy temple; let the earth keep silence before him.
HANDEL AND HAYDN COL.
SALVATION belongeth unto the Lord, and thy blessing is among thy people.
I WAS glad when they said unto me, We will go into the house of the Lord. Peace be within thy walls, and plenteousness within thy palaces. Amen. IBID.
PRAISE ye the Lord, glorify him for ever. Sons of Zion, come before him; bring the cymbal, bring the harp. High in glory, lo! he's seated; see the King, he sits in state. Sons of Zion, come before him; sound the lute and strike the harp. IBID.
HOLY, Holy, Holy, Lord God of Sabaoth; heaven and earth are full of the majesty of thy glory. Glory be to thee, O Lord Most High.
ONE thing have I desired of the Lord, which I will require; that I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to behold the fair beauty of the Lord, and to visit his temple.
O SING unto the Lord a new song; let the_congregation of the saints praise him.
O GIVE thanks unto the Lord, for his mercy en
dureth for ever.