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Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, But all their joys are one.

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"Worthy the Lamb that dy'd," they cry, "To be exalted thus ;"

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

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Jesus is worthy to receive

Honour and pow'r divine ;

And blessings more than we can givę,
Be, Lord, forever thine.

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The whole creation join in one,
To bless the sacred name
Of him that sits upon the throne,
And to adore the Lamb.

HYMN 237. L. M.

BLESS'D be thy name, my God and King,
Fain would my heart thy praises sing,
For all the mercies of the night,

And blessings of the morning light.

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'Tis through thy mercy, Lord, to me,
I've liv'd another day to see;

May I this day thy praise proclaim,
And give the glory to thy name.

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Give me this day my daily bread,
And while my body's richly fed,
O may my soul be truly bless'd,
And feed on Christ, my righteousness.

HYMN 238. P. M.

AWAY with our sorrow and fear,
We soon shall recover our home;
The city of saints shall appear,
The day of eternity come :
From earth we shall quickly remove,
And mount to our native abode,
The house of our Father above,
The palace of angels and God.

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Qur mourning is all at an end,

When rais'd by the life-giving word, We see the new city descend,

Adorn'd as a bride from her Lord; The city so holy and clean,

No sorrow can breathe in the air; No gloom of affliction or sin,

No shadow of evil is there !

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By faith we already behold

That lovely Jerusalem here; Her walls are of jasper and gold,

As crystal her buildings are clear; Immovably founded in grace,

She stands, as she ever hath stood, And brightly her Builder displays, And flames with the glory of God.

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No need of the sun in that day,
Which never is follow'd by night,
Where Jesus's beauties display
A pure and a permanent light.
The Lamb is their light and their sun,
And lo by reflection they shine,
With Jesus ineffably one,

And bright in effulgence divine!

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HYMN 239. P. M.

Lo! He comes with clouds descending,
Once for favour'd sinners slain !
Thousand thousand saints attending,
Swell the triumph of his train :

Hallelujah,

Christ appears on earth to reign.

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Ev'ry eye shall now behold him
Rob'd in glorious majesty ;

Those, who set at nought, and sold him,
Pierc'd and nail'd him to the tree,
Deeply wailing,

Shall the true Messiah see.

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The dear tokens of his passion!
Still his dazzling body bears;
Cause of endless exultation,
To his ransom'd worshippers;
With what rapture

Gaze we on those glorious scars.
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Yea, amen! let all adore thee
High on thine eternal throne ;
Saviour, take the power and glory,
Claim the kingdom for thine own ;
Jah, Jehovah,
Everlasting God come down.

HYMN 240. P. M.

RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings,

Thy better portion trace;

Rise from transitory things,

Tow'rds heav'n, thy native place :

Sun, and moon, and stars decay,

Time shall soon this earth remove; Rise, my soul, and haste away

To seats prepar❜d above.

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Rivers to the ocean run,

Nor stay in all their course;
Fire ascending seeks the sun,
Both speed them to their source:
So a soul, that's born of God,

Pants to view his glorious face,
Upward tends to his abode,

To rest in his embrace.

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Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn,
Press onward to the prize;
Soon our Saviour will return,
Triumphant in the skies :
Yet a season, and you know
Happy entrance will be giv'n,

All our sorrows left below,

And earth exchang'd for heav'n.

HYMN 241. L. M.

THE heav'ns declare thy glory, Lord;
In ev'ry star, thy wisdom shines :
But when our eyes behold thy word,
We read thy name in fairer lines.

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The changing seasons, day and night,
Thy pow'r and providence confess :
But that bless'd volume brings to light,
Thy grace, and truth, and righteousness.

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The circling sun conveys thy praise
Round the whole earth, and never stands ;
So has thy truth its cheering rays,
Diffus'd to widely distant lands.

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Nor shall thy spreading gospel rest,
Till through the world thy truth has run ;
Till Christ has all the nations bless'd,
That see the light, or feel the sun.

HYMN 242. C. M.

SING to the Lord, ye distant lands,
Ye tribes of ev'ry tongue :
His new discover'd grace demands
A new and noble song.

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Say to the nations, Jesus came
A guilty world to save;
From vice and error to reclaim,
And rescue from the grave.

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Let heav'n proclaim the joyful day!
Joy through the earth be seen;
Let cities shine in bright array,
And fields in cheerful green.

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With pleasure lift your wond'ring eyes,
Ye islands of the sea:
Ye mountains sink, ye vallies rise,
Prepare the Saviour's way.

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Behold he comes, he comes to bless
The nations as their God;

To show the world his righteousness,
And send his truth abroad.

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