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O'er sin, death, and hell,

Thou art more than victorious;
Thy name shall be praised

In the great congregation,
While angels and men
Raise the shout of salvation.

Hallelujah, &c.
4 With joy shall we stand,

When escaped to the shore;
With harps in our hand,

We will praise him the more;
We'll range the sweet plains

On the banks of the river,
And sing of salvation
For ever and ever.

Hallelujah, &c. 53.

TAE ETERNAL FATHER. C.M. Huntingtower— HarringtonHarborough. 1 Father! the sweetest, dearest name

That men or angels know!
Fountain of life, that had no fount

From which itself could flow. 2 Far upward in the timeless past,

Ere form or space had come,
We see thee by thine own dread light,

Thyself thine only home.

3 Lost in thy greatness, Lord, I live

As in some gorgeous maze; Thy sea of unbegotten light

Blinds me, and yet I gaze.
4 For thy grandeur is all tenderness,

All mother-like and meek ;
The hearts that will not come to it

Humbling itself to seek.
5 On earth thou hidest, not to scare

Thy children with thy light;
Then showest us thy face in heaven,

When we can bear the sight. 6 All fathers learn their craft from thee;

All loves are shadows cast From the beautiful eternal hills

Of thine unbeginning past. 54.


Now London-Gloucester-Loughton. 1 Blessed be the everlasting God,

The Father of our Lord;
Be his abounding mercy praised,

His majesty adored. 2 When from the dead he raised his Son,

And called him to the sky,
He gave our souls a lively hope

That they should never die.

3 To an inheritance divine

He taught our hearts to rise; 'Tis uncorrupted, undefiled,

Unfading in the skies.
4 Saints by the power of God are kept

Till the salvation come:
We walk by faith as strangers here;

But Christ shall call us home,

C.M. St. Mirren's-St. David's-Bethany. 1 Father of peace, and God of love!

We own thy power to save,
That power by which our Shepherd rose

Victorious o'er the grave. 2 Him from the dead thou brought'st again,

When, by his sacred blood,
Confirmed and sealed for evermore,

Th' eternal cov'nant stood.
3 O may thy Spirit seal our souls,

And mould them to thy will
That our weak hearts no more may stray,

But keep thy precepts still;
4 That to perfection's sacred height

We nearer still may rise,
And all we think, and all we do,

Be pleasing in thine eyes.


C.M. Ravensburg-Newington-Crediton. 1 Behold th' amazing gift of love

The Father hath bestowed
On us, the sinful sons of men,

To call us sons of God!
2 Concealed as yet this honour lies,

By this dark world unknown,
A world that knew not when he came,

Even God's eternal Son.
3 High is the rank we now possess;

But higher we shall rise;
Though what we shall hereafter be

Is hid from mortal eyes : 4 Our souls, we know, when he appears,

Shall bear his image bright;
For all his glory, full disclosed,

Shall open to our sight.
5 A hope so great, and so divine,

May trials well endure;
And purge the soul from sense and sin,
As Christ himself is

pure. 57.


St. Stephen'sBedford-Harborough. 1 Father, how wide thy glory shines !

How high thy wonders rise!

Known through the earth by thousand signs,

By thousands through the skies. 2 Those mighty orbs proclaim thy power,

Their motions speak thy skill,
And on the wings of every hour

We read thy patience still.
3 But when we view thy strange design

To save rebellious worms,
Where vengeance and compassion join

In their divinest forms;
4 Our thoughts are lost in reverent awe,

We love and we adore;
The highest angel never saw

So much of God before.
5 Here the whole Deity is known,

Nor dares a creature guess
Which of the glories brighter shone,

The justice or the grace.
6 Now the full glories of the Lamb

Adorn the heavenly plains,
Bright seraphs learn Immanuel's name,

And try their choicest strains. 7 O may I bear some humble part

In that immortal song ;
Wonder and joy shall tune my heart,

And love command my tongue.

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