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Manchester (new).

JOHN WAINWRIGHT, Mus. Doc.

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PSALM XCVIII.

to the world, the Lord is come;
Let earth receive her King;

Let every heart prepare Him room,
And heaven and nature sing.

2 Joy to the earth! the Saviour reigns;
Let men their songs employ;

While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains,
Repeat the sounding joy.

3 No more let sins and sorrows grow,
Nor thorns infest the ground:

He comes to make His blessings flow,
Far as the curse is found.

4 He rules the world with truth and grace,
And makes the nations prove

The glories of His righteousness,

And wonders of His love.

Isaac Watts, 1709.

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THUS saith God of His Anointed:
He shall let My people go;

"Tis the work for Him appoint d,
"Tis the work that He shall do;
And My city

He shall found, and build it too.
2 He whom man with scorn refuses,
Whom the favoured nation hates,
He it is Jehovah chooses,

Him the highest place awaits;
Kings and princes

Shall do homage at His gates.

3 He shall humble all the scorners,

He shall fill His foes with shame;
He shall raise and comfort mourners
By the sweetness of His Name;
To the Captives

He shall liberty proclaim.

4 He shall gather those that wander'd;
When they hear the trumpet's sound,
They shall join the sacred standard,
They shall come and flock around;
He shall save them,

They shall be with glory crown'd.

Thomas Kelly, 1809.

$43.

St. David's.

From Ravenscroft's "Whole Booke of Psalmes," 1621.

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FOR a thousand tongues to sing
My dear 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 ears,
"Tis life and health and peace!

4 He speaks, and, listening to His voice,
New life the dead receive;

The mournful, broken hearts rejoice,
The humble poor believe.

5 Hear Him, ye deaf; His praise, ye dumb,
Your loosened tongues employ !

Ye blind, behold your Saviour come,

And leap, ye lame, for joy!

Charles Wesley, 1743.

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HOW

sweet the Name of Jesus sounds
In a believer's ear!

It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear!

2 It makes the wounded spirit whole,
And calms the troubled breast;

'Tis manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary rest.

3 Dear Name! the rock on which I build,
My shield and hiding-place,

My never-failing treasury, fill'd
With boundless stores of grace.

4 Jesus, my Shepherd, Husband, Friend,
My Prophet, Priest, and King,
My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End,
Accept the praise I bring!

5 Weak is the effort of my heart.
And cold my warmest thought;
But, when I see Thee as Thou art,
I'll praise Thee as I ought.

6 Till then, I would Thy love proclaim
With every fleeting breath;

And may the music of Thy Name
Refresh my soul in death!

"And was crucified for us under Pontius Pilate; He suffered, and