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Glory to Thee, great Son of God!

Forth from thy wounded body rolls A precious stream of vital blood,

Pardon and life for dying fouls. We give the sacred Spirit praise,

Who in our hearts of sin and woe, Makes living springs of grace arise,

And into boundless glory flow. Thus God the Father, God the Son,

And God the Spirit we adore : That Sea of Life and Love unknown,

Without a bottom, or a fhore.

WE ;

7. As the 148th. Watts, altered.

ГЕ give immortal praise

To God the Father's love,
For all our comforts here,

And better hopes above :
He sent bis own beloved Son
To die for crimes that we had done,
To God the Son belongs

Immortal glory too,
Who say'd us by his blood

From everlasting woe :
In glory now fapreme he reigns,
And sees the fruit of all his pains.
To God the Spirit's name

Immortal praises gire,
Whofe new-creating pow'r

Makes the dead linner live

'Tis he completes the great design,
And fills the foul with joy divine,
Almighty God, to Thee

Be endless honors done.
The great myfterious Three,

Yet undivided One:
Where reason fails with all her pow'rs,
There faith prevails, and love adores.

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TO bim that chose us first,

Before the world began ;
To him that bore the curse

To save rebellious man;
To him that forin'd our hearts anew,
Is endless praise and glory due.
The Father's love shall run

Thro' our immortal songs ;
We bring to God the Son

Hosannas on our tongues :
Our lips address the Spirit's name,
With equal praise, and zeal the fame.
Let ev'ry saint above,

And angel round the throne,
For ever bless and love

The sacred Three in One :
Thus heav'n Thall raise his honors high,
When earth and time grow old and die.


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9. As the 113th.
TOW to the great and sacred Three,

The Father, Son, and Spirit, be
Eternal praife and glory giv'n,
Thro' all the worlds where God is known,
By all the angels near the throne,
And all the saints in earth and heay'n.

10. As the 148th.
NO God the Father's throne

Perpetual honors raise;
Glory to God the Son,

To God the Spirit praise :
And while our lips their tribute bring,
Our faith adores the Name we fing.

11. L. M.
RAJSE God from whom all bleffings flow;

Praise him all creatures here below;
Praise him above, ye heav'nly host,
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghoft.

12. C. M.
ET God the Father, and the Son,

And Spirit be ador'd,
Where there are works to make him known,
Or saints to love the Lord.

13. S. M. ТО the eternal Three,

In Will and Essence One, Be universal homage paid,

Coequal honors done.



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Jesus the Lord; how heav'nly fair
His form! How bright his beauties are !
O'er all the sons of human race
He shines with a superior grace;
Love from his lips divinely flows,
And blessings all his flate compose.
Dress thee in arms, most mighty Lord'!
Gird on the terror of thy sword!
In majesty and glory ride,
With truth and meekness at thy fidc.
Thine anger, like a pointed dart,"
Shall pierce the foes of stubbarn heart;
Or words of mercy, kind and sweet,
Shall melt the rebels at thy feet.
Thy throne, O God, for ever ftands;
Grace is the sceptre in thy hands ;.
Thy laws and works are just and right,
Justice and grace are thy delight:
God, thine own God, has richly led
His oil of gladness on thy head,
And with his sacred Spirit bleft
His first-born Son above the reft.

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TOW for a tone of lofty praise

To great Jehovah's equal Son; Awake, my voice, in heav'nly lays

Tell the loud wonders he hath done, Sing, how he left the worlds of light,

And the bright robes he wore above; How swift and joyful was his flight,

On wings of everlasting love. Down to this base, this finful earth

He came to raise our nature high-; He came t' atone Almigbty wrath;

Jesus the God, was born to die. Hell and its lions roar'd around;

His precious blood the monster spilt ; While weighty forrows pressd him down,

Large as the loads of all our guilt. Deep in the shades of gloomy death,

Th’ Almighty Captive Pris'ner lay; Th' Almighty Captive left the earth,

And rose to everlasting day.
Amidft a thoufand harps and songs

Jesus, the God, exalted reigns ;
O may his praise fill all our tongues,

And echo to the heav'nly plains.

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