HYMN 243. P. M.

PRAISE to thee, thou great Creator,

Praise be thine from ev'ry tongue, Join, my soul, with ev'ry creature, Join the universal song.

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For ten thousand blessings giv'n,
For the hope of future joy,

Sound his praise through earth and heav'n,
Sound Jehovah's praise on high.

HYMN 244. P. M.

PART FIRST.

"TWAS ever in Jehovah's heart,
That Christ, the Mediator's part
Should perfectly perform;
Oh love divine! my soul resounds,
Love without bottom, without bounds,
To ev'ry fallen worm.

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Could angels, who surround his throne,
For Adam's sinful race atone,

An angel had come down ;
But God design'd that human clay
Should human failures all repay,
And raise them to a throne.

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Oh! glorious work, surpassing all
The beauties of this earthly ball,
Or each revolving sphere;
They speak the great Creator wise:
They fill our lucid wond'ring eyes,
They gloomy regions cheer!

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But what are planets, stars, or sun,
To the kind work that God has done
For spirits who rebel :

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When planets from their orbits fall,
And conflagration seize this ball,
Secure, with him, they'll dwell.

Christ had a kingdom to redeem :
From love, eternal love, the scheme
Originally came;

The price he paid, his purple gore
Did all our fallen race restore ;
He will his ransom'd claim.

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My soul anticipates the hour,
When raised by Almighty Pow'r,
I near the throne shall stand;
There, see my God, with smiling face,
Receive the millions sav'd by grace,
From my Redeemer's hand :-

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Methinks I hear the Saviour say,
My work's complete, this happy day
My soul is satisfied;

Anger, and death, and hell are gone;
Sin, sorrow, pain, no more are known;
For this, for this, I died.

HYMN 245. P. M.

YE tribes of Adam join,

With heav'n, and earth, and seas,

And offer notes divine

To your Creator's praise;

Ye holy throng of angels bright,
In realms of light, begin the song.

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Thou sun with dazzling rays,
And moon that rules the night,
Shine to your Maker's praise,
With stars of twinkling light.
His pow'r declare, ye floods on high,
And clouds that fly in empty air.

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The shining worlds above

In beauteous order stand,
Or in swift courses move

By his supreme command.

He spake the word, and all their frame
From nothing came to praise the Lord.

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Ye mountains near the skies,

With lofty cedars there,
And trees of humbler size,

That fruit in plenty bear;

Beasts, wild and tame, birds, flies, and worms, In various forms exalt his name.

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Virgins and youth engage

To sound his praise divine,
While infancy and age

Their feebler voices join.

Wide as he reigns his name be sung,
By ev'ry tongue, in endless strains.

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Let all the nations fear

The God that rules above :

He brings his people near,

And makes them taste his love: While earth and sky attempt his praise, His saints shall raise his honours high.

HYMN 246. P. M.

HEAVENLY Father, here we bless thee,

All thy goodness we adore;
And with humble songs address thee,
God of mercy, love, and pow'r !
Thou hast been our great salvation,
Through the world's deceitful maze;
Through affliction and temptation,
Thou hast kept us all our days.

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Having help from thee obtained,

Here before thee, Lord, we stand'; Foes and fears thou hast restrained, By thy gracious, mighty hand; Ev'ry want hast thou supplied,

Life and health, and needful food; Nothing has thy love denied

Which thou knew'st would do us good.

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But renewing love and favour

In us wrought by sovereign grace,
Through a dear and precious Saviour,
Call for songs of loudest praise :
Here our sins are all forgiven;

Here our mighty debt is paid;
Here we've peace, and peace with heav'n
Made with him our living Head.

HYMN 247. S. M.

GRACE! 'tis a charming sound!

Harmonious to the ear!

Heaven with the echo shall resound,
And all the earth shall hear.

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Grace first contriv'd a way

To save rebellious man

And all the steps that grace display,
Which drew the wond'rous plan.

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Grace first inscrib'd my name
In God's eternal book:

'Twas grace that gave me to the Lamb,
Who all my sorrows took.

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Grace led my roving feet

To tread the heav'nly road;
And new supplies each hour I meet,
While pressing on to God.

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Grace taught my soul to pray,
And made my eyes o'erflow:
'Twas grace which kept me to this day
And will not let me go.

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Grace all the work shall crown,
Through everlasting days;

It lays in heaven the topmost stone,
And well deserves the praise.

HYMN 248. P. M.

FROM heav'n the loud, th' angelic song began, It shook the skies, and reach'd astonish'd man ; By man re-echo'd, it shall mount again,

Whilst fragrant odours fill the blissful plain.

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Worthy the Lamb of boundless sway,

In earth or heav'n the Lord of all ;

Ye princes, rulers, pow'rs obey,

And low before his footstool fall.