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HYMNS.

First Nibision. THE WORSHIP, THE ATTRIBUTES,

AND THE WORKS OF GOD.

HYMNS CONCERNING THE WORSHIP OF GOD.

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C.M.

C. WESLEY.

My great Redeemer's praise!
The glories of my God and King,

The triumphs of His grace!
2 My gracious Master, and my God,

Assist me to proclaim,
To spread through all the earth abroad

The honours of Thy Name. 3 Jesus! the Name that charms our fears

That bids our sorrows cease; "Tis music in the sinner's ear's,

'Tis life, and health, and peace.
4 He breaks the power of cancelled sin,

He sets the prisoner free;
His blood can make the foulest clean;

His blood availed for me. 5 He speaks,- and listening to His voice,

New life the dead receive;
The mournful, broken hearts rejoice,

The humble poor believe,

6 Hear Him, ye deaf; His praise, ye dumb,

Your loosened tongues employ ;
Ye blind, behold your Saviour come,

And leap, ye lame, for joy.
7 Look unto Him, ye nations; own

Your God, ye fallen race;
Look, and be saved through faith alone,

Be justified by grace.
8 See all your sins on Jesus laid :

The Lamb of God was slain,
His soul was once an offering made

For every soul of man.
9 Awake from guilty nature's sleep,

And Christ shall give you light,
Cast all your sins into the deep,

And wash the Æthiop white. 10 With me, your chief, ye then shall know,

Shall feel your sins forgiven;
Anticipate your heaven below,

And own that love is heaven.

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C. WESLEY
TEET and right it is to sing,

In every time and place,
Glory to our heavenly King,

The God of truth and grace:
Join we then with sweet accord,
All in one thanksgiving join :
Holy, holy, holy Lord,

Eternal praise be Thine !
2 Thee, the first-born sons of light,

In choral symphonies,
Praise by day, day without night,

And never, never cease:
Angels and archangels, all
Praise the mystic Three in One;
Sing, and stop, and gaze, and fall

O'erwhelmed before Thy throne!
8 Vying with that happy choir,

Who chant Thy praise above,

We on eagles' wings aspire,

The wings of faith and love:
Thee they sing, with glory crowned;
We extol the slaughtered Lamb;
Lower if our voices sound,

Our subject is the same.
4 Father, God, Thy love we praise,

Which gave Thy Son to die;
Jesus, full of truth and grace,

Alike we glorify
Spirit, Comforter divine,
Praise by all to Thee be given,
Till we in full chorus join,
And earth is turned to heaven.

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L.M. 6 lines. J. WESLEY.

Gen. xxviii. 16, 17.
From the German of G. TERSTREGEN.
LAGod is. Here' dhe usuadores

how dreadful is this place!
Let all within us feel His power,
And silent bow before His face;
Who know His power, Hisgrace who prove,

Serve Him with awe, with reverence love. 2 Lo! God is here! Him day and night

The united choirs of angels sing :
To Him, enthroned above all height,
Heaven's host their noblest praises bring:
Disdain not, Lord, our meaner song,
Who praise Thee with a stammering

tongue.
3 Gladly the toys of earth we leave,

Wealth, pleasure, fame, for Thee alone: To Thee our will, soul, flesh, we give; O take, O seal them for Thine own: Thou art the God; Thou art the Lord; Be Thou b-- -" Thy works adored ! 4 Being oft

, may our praise Thy cour h grateful fragrance fill:

Still may we stand before Thy face,
Still hear and do Thy sovereign will:
To Thee may all our thoughts arise,

Ceaseless, accepted sacrifice !
5 In Thee we move :-all things of Thee

Are full, Thou Source and Life of all;
Thou vast, unfathomable Sea!
(Fall prostrate, lost in wonder, fall,
Ye sons of men ; for God is man!)

All may we lose, so Thee we gain ! 6 As flowers their opening leaves display,

And glad drink in the solar fire,
So may we catch Thy every ray,
So may Thy influence us inspire;
Thou Beam of the eternal Beam,
Thou purging Fire, Thou quickening

Flame! 4

998,664,88. G. Tersteegen.
The hosts of heaven call Thee · Holy."
From cherubim and seraphim,
From angel phalanx, far extending,
In fuller tones is still ascending
The “ Holy, holy," of their hymn.

The Fount of joy Thou art,
Ever filling every heart,

Ever! ever !
We too are Thine, and with them sing,
'Thou, Lord, and only The

art King. 2 Lord, there are bending now before Thee The elders, with their crowned glory,

The first-born of the blessed band.
There, too, earth's ransomed and forgiven,
Brought by the Saviour safe to heaven,
In glad unnumbered myriads stand.

Loud are the songs of praise
Their mingled voices raise,

Ever ! ever !

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We too are Thine, and with them sing,

Thou, Lord, and only Thou art King.'
3 They sing, in sweet and sinless numbers
The wondrous love that never slumbers

And of the wisdom, power, and might,
The truth and faithfulness abiding,
And over all Thy works presiding.
But they can scarcely praise aright;

For all is never sung,
Even by seraph's tongue,

Never! never!
We too are Thine, and with them sing,
'Thou, Lord, and only Thou art King.'
L.M.

WATTS.
ETERNAL Power, whose high abode
Infinite lengths beyond the bounds

Where stars revolve their little rounds: 2 Thee, while the first archangel sings,

He hides his face behind his wings;
And ranks of shining thrones around

Fall worshipping, and spread the ground. 3 Lord, what shall earth and ashes do P

We would adore our Maker too!
From sin and dust to Thee we cry,

The Great, the Holy, and the High.
4 Earth from afar hath heard Thy fame;

And worms have learn'd to lisp Thy name;
But, O! the glories of Thy mind

Leave all our soaring thoughts behind! 5 God is in heaven, and men below:

Be short our tunes, our words be few;
A sacred reverence checks our songs,

And praise sits silent on our tongues. 6

L.M. 6 lines, triplets. C. WESLEY.

Extol the great Jehovah's name,

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