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ALLELUIA. No. 1.

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Psalm 150

988
1 PRAISE | ye the Lord.
Praise God in His sanctuary ; praise Him in the | firma-

ment | of His | power.

2 Praise Him for His mighty | acts;

Praise Him according to His excel-lent | greatness.

3 Praise Him with the sound of the trumpet:

Praise Him with the psaltery. and harp.

4 Praise Him with the | timbrel • and dance:

Praise Him with stringed | instru- | ments and organs.

5 Praise Him upon the loud – | cymbals:

Praise Him upon the high-- | sounding | cymbals.

6 Let every thing that hath breath | praise the Lord: Praise | ye — | the

| Lord.

Glory be to the Father, and to the Son,
And to the Holy Ghost;

As it was in the beginning, is now, and | ever | shall be,
World | without | end. A- | men.

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COVENANT.

Before the Administration of the Sacrament.

989 I And they brought young children to Him, that | He should | touch them;

And His disciples re- | bu-ked | those that | brought them. 2 But when Jesus saw it He was much dis- | pleased ; And said unto them, Suffer the little children to come unto Me, and forbid

them not, for of such • is the kingdom of God. 3 Verily, I say | un-to | you; Whosoever shall not receive the kingdom of God as a little child he / shall

not | enter · there- | in. 4 And He took them up | in His / arms;

Put His hands upon them and i bles-sed | them.

After the Administration of the Sacrament.

1 Then will I sprinkle clean | water · up- | on you,

And | ye shall | be | clean : 2 A new heart also will I i give you,

And a new spirit will I put with in you: 3 And I will take away the stony heart | out of your | flesh,

And I will give you'a | heart of | flesh : 4 And I will put my | Spirit with-) in you,

And ye shall | keep my I judgments,' and do them. 5 I will pour my Spirit up- on thy | seed,

And my | blessing · up-1 on thine | offspring : 6 And they shall spring up as among the grass,

As willows | by the | water- | courses.
7 For the promise is unto you, and to your children,

And to all that are afar off, even as many as the | Lord our | God shall | call.
Glory be to the Father, and | to the | Son,
And | to the | Holy | Ghost;
As it was in the beginning, is now, and | ever | shall be,
World without end. Amen.

*ALL HAIL."

OS

990
1 All hail the power of Jesus' Name!

Let | angels prostrate | fall ;
Bring forth the royal diadem,

And I crown Him | Lord of | all.
Let high-born seraphs tune the lyre,

And, as they tune it, fall
Before His face, who tunes their choir,

And | crown Him | Lord of | all.
2 Crown Him, ye morning-stars of light,

Who | fixed this floating | ball;
Now hail the strength of Israel's might,

And | crown Him | Lord of all !
Crown Him, ye martyrs of our God,

Who | from His altar | call;
Extol the stem of Jesse's rod,

And | crown Him | Lord of all !
3 Ye seed of Israel's chosen race,

Ye ransomed of the fall,
Hail Him who saves you by His grace,

And crown Him | Lord of all !
Hail Him, ye heirs of David's line,

Whom | David, Lord, did call;
The God Incarnate, Man Divine,

And | crown Him | Lord of | all !
4 Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget,

The wormwood and the gall,
Go, spread your trophies at His feet,

And crown Him Lord of all !
Let every tribe and every tongue

That bound the Saviour's call,
Now shout in universal song

The crowned | Lord of all !

THE STAR OF BETHLEHEM.

A. men,

991

992 1 When marshalled on the nightly plain, 1 JESUS, Thy Blood and Righteousness

The glittering host be- | stud the I sky, My beauty are, my | glorious | dress; One star alone of all the train,

'Midst flaming worlds, in these arCan fix the sinner's wandering eye.

rayed, Hark! hark! to God the chorus breaks With joy shall | I lift | up my | head. From every host, from / every | gem;

Bold shall I stand in Thy great day, But one alone the Saviour speaks, For who aught to my | charge shall | It is the Star—the Star of Bethle- lay? hem.

Fully absolved through these I am,

From sin and fear, from guilt and 2 Once on the raging seas I rode,

shame. The storm was loud, the night was dark,

2 When from the dust of death I rise The ocean yawned, and rudely blowed To claim my mansion in the skiesThe wind that tossed my founder- E'en then, this shall be all my plea: ing | bark.

Jesus hath | lived, hath | died for | Deep horror then my vitals froze; Death-struck, I ceased the tide to Thus Abraham, the Friend of God, | stem,

Thus all heaven's armies | bought with When suddenly a star arose,

| blood, It was the | Star—the | Star of | Beth- Saviour of Sinners Thee proclaim; lehem.

Sinners, of whom the chief I | am. 3 It was my guide, my light, my all; 3 This spotless robe the same appears, It bade my dark forebodings | When ruined nature | sinks in cease ;

years ; And through the storm, and danger's No age can change its glorious hue, thrall,

The robe of Christ is | ever | new. It led me to the port of peace. Oh, let the dead now hear Thy voice ! Now safely moored, my perils o'er, Bid, Lord, Thy mourning | ones reI'll sing first--in night's diadem,

joice ; Forever and for evermore,

Their beauty this, their glorious dress, The | Star—the | Star of Bethlehem ! Jesus, the Lord our | Righteousness.

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993
1 The chariot ! the chariot ! its wheels roll in | fire,

As the Lord cometh down in the / pomp of His | ire ;
Self-moving it drives on its pathway of cloud,

And the heavens with the burden of Godhead are | bowed.
2 The glory! the glory! by myriads are , poured

The hosts of the angels that wait on their Lord;
And the glorified saints, and the martyrs are | there;

And all who the palm-wreath of victo-ry | wear.
3 The trumpet! the trumpet! the dead have all heard ;

Lo, the depths of the stone-covered charnels are stirred !
From the sea and the land, from the south and the north,

The vast generations of man | are come i forth.
4 The judgment! the judgment! the thrones are all set

Where the Lamb and the white-vested | elders are | met ;
All flesh is at once in the sight of the Lord,

And the doom of eternity | hangs on His word.
5 O mercy! O mercy! look down from a- bove,

Creator, on us Thy sad children, ' with love!
When beneath to their darkness the wicked are driven,
May our sanctified souls find a | mansion in | heaven!

994
1 The Throne of His Glory! as snow it is , white,

Upborne in the air by the legions of light;
And, startled to life by the trumpet's last | sound,

The hosts of the nations stand | waiting a- | round.
2 The Throne of His Glory! there lieth un- | sealed

The life-roll, the death-roll, of names ne'er re- | vealed,
Now secret no longer : the millions di- | vide

To the right and the left, on the Throne's either side.
3 The Throne of His Glory! and glorious there stand

The elect of His love and the sheep of His hand;
Ere creation began, in the counsels of love,
He wrote us the heirs of His | kingdom a- | bove.

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