I COME, Thou Almighty King, Help us Thy name to sing,

Help us to praise :

Father all-glorious,

O'er all victorious,

Come, and reign over us,
Ancient of Days!

2 Come, Thou Incarnate Word, Gird on Thy mighty sword;

Our prayer attend!
Come, and Thy people bless,
And give Thy word success:
Spirit of holiness,

On us descend!

3 Come, Holy Comforter, Thy sacred witness bear,

4

In this glad hour!
Thou, who almighty art,
Now rule in every heart,
And ne'er from us depart,
Spirit of power!

To the great One in Three,
The highest praises be,

Hence evermore !

His sovereign majesty

May we in glory see,
And to eternity

Love and adore.

I GLORY to God on high!
Let heaven and earth reply,
Praise ye His name!
His love and grace adore,
Who all our sorrows bore;
And sing for evermore,
Worthy the Lamb!

2 All they around the throne,
Cheerfully join in one,

Praising His name :

We, who have felt His blood
Sealing our peace with God,
Sound His dear name abroad,
Worthy the Lamb!

3 Join, all ye ransomed race,
Our Lord and God to bless ;

Praise ye His name:
In Him we will rejoice,
And make a joyful noise,
Shouting with heart and voice,
Worthy the Lamb!

4 What though we change our place, Yet we shall never cease

Praising His name :

To Him our songs we bring,
Hail Him our gracious King,
And without ceasing sing,

Worthy the Lamb!

STERLING. L. M.

GITAY

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Psalm 148.

I LOUD hallelujahs to the Lord,

From distant worlds where creatures dwell!

Let heaven begin the solemn word,
And sound it dreadful down to hell.

2 Mortals, can you refrain your tongue
When nature all around you sings?
Oh for a shout from old and young,
From humble swains and lofty kings!

3 Wide as His vast dominion lies,

Make the Creator's name be known;
Loud as His thunder shout His praise,
And sound it lofty as His throne.
4 Jehovah! 'tis a glorious word!

Oh, may it dwell on every tongue;
But saints who best have known the
Lord,

1 I'LL praise my Maker with my breath; And when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler powers; My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures.

2 Happy the man whose hopes rely

On Israel's God; He made the sky,
And earth, and seas, with all their train:
His truth forever stands secure ;
He saves the opprest, He feeds the
poor,

And none shall find His promise vain.

3 The Lord hath eyes to give the blind; The Lord supports the sinking mind; He sends the laboring conscience peace:

He helps the stranger in distress,
The widow and the fatherless,
And grants the prisoner sweet release.

4 I'll praise Him while He lends me breath;

And when my voice is lost in death,

Praise shall employ my nobler powers:

I GREAT God, the heaven's well-ordered frame

Declares the glories of Thy Name;
There Thy rich works of wonder shine:
A thousand starry beauties there,
A thousand radiant marks appear,
Of boundless power and skill divine.

2 From night to day, from day to night,
The dawning and the dying light
Lectures of heavenly wisdom read;
With silent eloquence they raise
Our thoughts to our Creator's praise,
And neither sound nor language need.
3 Yet their divine instructions run
Far as the journeys of the sun,
And every nation knows their voice;
The sun, like some young bridegroom
drest,

Breaks from the chambers of the east, Rolls round and makes the earth re

joice.