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10 Everlasting praises
And worship ye the Son." And adoration
With loud acclaims of joy they gaz'd, To him, who hath himself by Jesus' And cheerful Hallelujahs rais'd,
passion To us made known ! Adoring humbly at thy throne. 11 Holy, holy, holy !
2 Can we thy triumphs e'er forget ? In earth and heaven,
Shall we not worship at thy feet, To God and to the Lamb be glory For all thy griefs and pain? given By all that breathe! Yes, we will join th' angelic throng,
In singing that eternal song :
“Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain!” THE Lord ascendeth up on high,
3 Th'assembly, which with thee at rest Deck'd with resplendent wounds ;
Appears in spotless garments drest,, While shouts of vict'ry rend the sky,
Bows down and humbly sings : And heav'n with joy resounds.
We too thy saving name will bless,
And thee, our gracious Lord, confess 2 Eternal gates their leaves unfold, The Lord of lords and King of kings !
Receive the conqu’ring King:
T. 132. 3 Sinners, rejoice; he dy'd for you ; RAISE your devotion, mortal tongues, For you prepares a place;
To praise the King of glory; His spirit sends, you to endow Sweet be the accents of your songs With ev'ry gift and grace.
To him who went before you : 4 His blood, which did for you atone, Lo! angels strike their loudest strings, For your salvation pleads ;.
For heav'n and all created things And seated on his Father's throne,
Must sound Immanuel's praises. He reigns and intercedes. 2 Ye mourning souls, look upward too,
For Christ is now preparing, 145.* T, 146. At God's right-hand a place for you ; Go up with shouts of praise !
Shake off all thoughts despairing:
Thence he your gracious Lord will come Go up, High-Priest, to heaven!
To fetch your longing spirits home, Who hast the ransom'd race Upon thy heart engraven ;
And crown your love and labor. Though seated on thy throne, 3 Since he o'er heav'n bears sov'reign Thou deign'st to hear our pray'r ;
By all it's pow'rs attended; (sway, Nor art asham'd to own,
And hath more graces to display That we thy brethren are.
Than can be comprehended:
Fear not, for he his blessing pours 146.*
On such meek humble breasts as yours,
The objects of his favor.
149. T, 22, Our gracious Lord to heav'n ascended, To thee, our Lord, all praise
be giv'n, There to prepare for us a place,
For thy ascending up to heav'n:
Support us while on earth we stay, 147. T. 580. And kindly hear us when we pray. When thou, dear Saviour, didst ascend, 2 Tho' seated on thy Father's throne “My hosts," thy Father said, “ attend, I Thou ne'er wilt cease thy flock to own;
For we believe, that thou art near 3 Blest Saviour, condescend
My advocate to be:
I could not have a better friend 3 For us to heav'n thou didst ascend,
To plead with God for me.
T. 58. 4. At parting from thy little fold, THE man of sorrows, whose most preThy second advent was foretold; cious blood Therefore we wait with eagerness,
Pleads now our cause before the throne Lord Jesus, to behold thy face.
Is in glory seated, and with compassion 150. T. 590.
Beholds, both far and near, each con
gregation With looks of love. WE sing thy praise, exalted Lamb, Whọ sitt'st upon the throne :
153. T. 14 Ten thousand blessings to thy name, JESUS, our High-priest and our Head, Who worthy art alone!
Who bear'st our flesh and blood,
And always interced'st for us
Before the throne of God;
2 We know thou never canst forget 2 Poor sinners, sing the Lambthat dy'd!
Us thy weak members here;
Yea, when we suffer in the least,
Thou part with us wilt bear:
At what thy children feel;
Thou knowost well what we ail: 3 Was ever grace, Lord, rich as thine, 4 Thou hast á tender sympathy Can aught so great be nam'd?
With ev'ry grief and pain;
Thou didst the same sustain.
Who lov'd and conquer'd thus; Yet thou to us art near ;
Know'st all our weaknesses and wants,
And list'nest to our pray'r.
6 What shall we say for this thy love, 151.
But 'fore thee prostrate lie;
And thank thee that thou wast a man,
To all eternity
Of our High-Priest above;
His heart is filld with tenderness,
His bowels yearn with love.
2 In all our griefs he takes a share, The bruised reed he never breaks, He knows our feeble frame;
Nor scorns the meanest name. He knows what sore temptations are,
5 Then let our humble faith address For he hath felt the same.
His mercy and his pow'r; 3 He in the days of feeble flesh, We shall obtain deliv'ring grace
Pour'd out strong cries and tears; In the distressing hour. And, in his measure, feels afresh
6 He ever lives to intercede What ev'ry member bears.
Before his Father's face; 4 He'll never quench the smoking flax, Give him, my soul, thy cause to plead, But raise it to a flame;
Nor doubt the Father's grace.,
Of God, as manifested in the Creation, Preserva
tion and Government of the World.
Thou stretchest to infinity,
Beyond the highest heavens seated; Thee to describe I am not able;
Thy glorious name, thy majesty
Can never be conceiv'd or meted. I can't express thy properties, [ble!
Thou art ador'd by all, Thy heights and depths unmeasura
Each must before thee fall; Thou'st an unfathomable sea,
Whoe'er in confidence applied The God of universal nature:
To thee in his distress, True wisdom is not found in me,
Prov'd thy unbounded grace,
And all his wants were well supplied.
4. Counsel and deed are one with thee, Butwith mereweakness I'm surrounded;
And justice in thy court presideth;
Perfection's thine, without degree, : Nor origin, nor close;
And love thy character abideth. Ah, here my senses are confounded !
Mercy and faithfulness most true, 2 All sprung from thine omnipotence, are ev'ry morning to us new, (sure,
And graceand goodness beyond meaWhat now or ever hath subsisted: No single atom comes by chance;
According to thyown good pleasure. Wert thou not, nothing had existed.
Each moment of our days Whate'er accosts our ear or eye,
Thy tender care displays, Object of knowledge or the senses,
And some new pledge of mercy showeth. Derives its origin from thee,
What we are or shall be,
Must be deriv'd from thee,
From whom alone each blessing floweth.
5 Ah! who can render thee just praise? With men, thou to effect art able.
Who? tho' his heart and tongue
No temple is thy dwelling-place,
Thy worship cannot be confined; 3 No limits thee can circumscribe,
By building shrines, where thou shalt be, Thy kingdom ev'ry where extendeth; No man thy proper aim attaineth; Who can thy greatness e'er describe?' Thou lovest him, who trusts in thee,
Thy praise and power never endeth. And prostrate at thy feet remaineth;
What man performs for thee, 17 With longing eyes thy creatures wait
On thee for daily food;
And fills their mouths with good.
8 Sweet is the mem'ry of thy grace, But thou receivest no.accession.
My God, my heav'nly King ! 6
Thy hand rewards, tho' all is thine, Let age to age thy righteousness
9 Creatures with all their endless race, Thy friends meanwhile doth warm
Thy pow'r and praise proclaim : and cherish.
May we, who taste thy richer grace,
Delight to bless thy name!
157.* T. 22,
Thine is the kingdom, pow's, MONARCH of all, with humble fear
And glory evermore!
To thee heav'n's hosts their voices
raise, Before thy majesty;
Ev'n earth and dust thy bounties share: Thou art essentially
Letearth and dust aitempt thy praise. All that is great and holy named !
2 Before thy face, O Lord most high! :
Sinks all created glory down: 156. T. 14.
Yet be not wroth with me, that I ALMIGHTY God, thou sov'reign Lord, Vile worm, draw near thy awful 'Fore thee we prostrate fall,
throne. In heaven and on earth ador'd,
3. Of all thou the beginning art, As the great Cause of all.
Of all things thou alone the end : 2 Thou canst not by our eyes be seen, On thee still fix my wav'ring heart, Thou art a spirit pure,
To thee let all my actions tend.
4 Thou, Lord, art light: thy native ray And always shalt endure.
No shade, no variation knows; 3 Present alike in ev'ry place To my dark soul thy light display, Thy Godhead we adore,
The brightness of thy face disclose. Beyond the bounds of time and
space 5 Thou, Lord, art love : from thee Thou dwellest evermore. 4 In wisdom infinite thou art,
Flows forth in unexhausted streams;
Let me its quick’ning virtue prove,
6 Thou, Lord, art good, and thou 5 Whate'er thou wilt,thou Lord,canst do
alone: Here and in heav'n above,
With eager hope, with warm desire, But chiefly we rejoice to know Thee
may I still my portion own, Almighty God is Love!
To thee in ev'ry thought aspire. 6 Thou lov’st whate'er thy hands have 7 So shall my ev'ry pow'r to thee
Thy goodness we rehearse, (made; In love and endless praises rise;
Thy ever living sacrifice.
8 Lord God almighty, ceaseless praise 2 He built the earth, he spread the sky,
In heav'n, thy throne, to thee is giv'n; And fixt the starry lights on high: Here, as in heav'n, thy name we bless, He fills the sun with morning light, For where thy presence shines, is He bids the moon direct the night. heay'n.
3 He sent his Son with pow'r to save
From guilt, from darkness and thegrave: T. 14.
Wonders of grace to God belong, LONG ere the lofty skies werespread, Repeat his mercies in your song.
Jehovah fill'd his throne;.. 4 Thro'thisvainworld heguides our feet, Ere man was form’d, or angels made, And leads us to his heav'nly seat; The Maker liv'd alone.
His mercies ever shall endure, 2 His boundless years can ne'er de- When this vain world shall be no more.
But still maintain their prime, [crease, ETERNITY's his dwelling-place,
162. And ever is his time.
High in the heav'ns, eternal God, 3 While like å tide our minutes flow, Thy truth shall break thro' ev'ry cloud
Thy goodness in full glory shines; The present and the past, He fills his own immortal Now,
That veils on earth thy wise designs.
For ever firm thy justice stands, And sees our ages waste.
As mountains their foundations keep;
Great are the wonders of thy hands ; T. 590.
Thy judgments are a mighty deep. Lord, when thou saidst, “Solet it be," 2 Thy providence is kind and large,
The heav'ns were spread, and shone, Both man and beast thy bounty share; And this whole earth stood gloriously; The whole creation is thy charge, Thou spak'st, and it was doné;
But man is thy peculiar care. The whole creation still records, My God, how excellent thy grace! Unto this very day;
Whence all our hope and comfort That thou art God, the Lord of lords; The sons of Adam in distress [springs, Thee all things must obey.
Fly to the shadow of thy wings. 160.
3 From the provisions of thy house T. 22.
We shall be fed with sweet repast; LORD! I contemplate with delight There mercy, like a river, lows, Thy various works, both day and night: And we the living water taste. What glory shines thro' ev'ry part, Life, like a fountain rich and free, What boundless pow'r, what wond-Springs from thy presence, gracious
And in thy light divine we see [Lord,
The glories promis’d in thy word. 2 All things in beauteous form apBy thy almighty Fiat rear'd: [peard,
163.* T. 214. At last thou from the dust didst raise Thine image, Man, unto thy praise.
I WILL sing to my Creator,
Unto God I'll render, praise, 161. 1. 22.
Who by ev'ry thing in nature
Magnifies his tender grace. GIVE to our God immortal praise ! Nought but loving condescension Mercy and truth are all his ways;
Still inclines his faithful heart Give to the Lord of lords renown, To support and take their part, The King of kings with glory, crown. Who pursue his blest intention.