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HYMN.

PRAISE TO GOD.

Begin the high celestial frain,

My ravilh'd soul, and fing
A solemn hymn of grateful Praise,

To Heaven's Almighty King.

Ye curling fountains, as you roll

Your silver waves along ; Whisper, to all your verdant shores,

The subject of my song.

Bear it, ye winds, on all your wings,

To diftant climes away, And round the wide-extended world,

The lofty theme convey.

Take the glad burden of his name,

Ye clouds, as you arise, Whether to deck the golden morn,

Or shade the evening ikios.

Long let it tremble round the spheres,

And echo through the sky; Till angels, with immortal skill,

Improve the harmony.

While we with sacred rapture fird,

The bless'd Creator fing;
And chaunt our consecrated lays,

To Heaven's Eternal King,

HYMN.

PRAISE TO THE REDEEMER,

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our Redeemer's glorious name, Awake the facred fong! O may his love (immortal flame!)

Tune every heart and tongue.

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His love, what mortal thought can reach

What mortal tongue display? Imagination's utmost stretch

In wonder dies away.

Let wonder still with love unite,

And gratitude and joy ; Jesus be our supreme delight,

His praise our best employ.

Jesus, who left his throne on high,

Left the bright realms of bliss, And came to earth to bleed and die !

Was ever love like this?

Dear Lord! while we adoring pay

Our humble thanks to thee; May every heart with rapture fay,

The Saviour dy'd for me !

O may the sweet, the blissful theme,

Fill every heart and tongue ;
Till strangers love thy charming name,

And join the sacred song.

HYMN.

THE GLORIOUS PRESENCE OF CHRIST

IN HEAVEN.

O For a sweet inspiring ray,

To animate our feeble trains,
From the bright realms of endless day,

The blissful realms where Jesus reigns.
There, low before his glorious throne,

Adoring saints and angels fall ; And with delightful worship own

His smile their bliss, their heav'n, their all.

Immortal glories crown his head,

While tuneful hallelujahs rise ;
And love, and joy, and triumph spread,

Through all th' assemblies of the skies,
He smiles, and seraphs tune their songs,

To boundless rapture while they gaze ; Ten thousand thousand joyful tongues,

Resound his everlasting praise. There all the far rites of the Lamb,

Shall join, at last, the heav'nly choir ; O may the joy-inspiring theme,

Awake our faith and warm desire,

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Dear Saviour, let thy Spirit seal

Our interest in that blissful place; Till death remove this mortal veil,

And we behold thy lovely face.

HYMN.
THE JOYS OF HEAVEN.
COME, Lord, and warm each languid heart,

Inspire each lifeless tongue ;
And let the joys of heaven impart,

Their influence to our song.
Then to the shining seats of bliss,

The wings of Faith shall soar, And all the charms of Paradise

Our raptur'd thoughts explore. Pleasures, unfully'd Aourish there,

Beyond the reach of time; Not blooming Eden (mild so fair,

In all her flowery prime. Sorrow, and pain, and every care,

And discord there shall cease ; And perfect joy, and love fincere,

Adorn the realms of peace. The foul from fin for ever free,

Shall mourn it's power no more ;
But, cloth'd in spotless purity,

Redeeming love adore.
There on a throne, how dazzling bright,

Th'exalted Saviour shines;
And beams ineffable delight, .

On all the heavenly minds !
There Tall the followers of the Lamb

Join in immortal songs,

And endless honours to his name

Employ their tuneful tongues.
Lord, tune our hearts to praise and love,

Our feeble notes inspire ;
Till, in thy blissful courts above,

We join th' angelic choir.

HYMN.
THE EXCELLENCY OF THE SCRIPTURES.
FATHER of Mercies, in thy Word,

What endless glory shines ?
For ever be thy name ador’d,

For these celestial lines.
Here may the wretched fons of want

Exhaustless riches find;
Riches, above what earth can grant,

And lasting as the mind.
Here the fair tree of knowledge grows,

And yields a free repast,
Sublimer sweets than Nature knows

Invite the longing taste.
Here, the Redeemer's welcome voice,

Spreads heavenly peace around;
And life, and everlasting joys,

Attend the blissful found.
O may these heavenly pages be,

My ever dear delight;
And still new beauties may I see,

And fill increasing light.

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