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The exceeding riches of His grace.
Eph. ii. 7.

FATHER, how wide Thy glory shines!
How high Thy wonders rise! (signs,
Known through the earth by thousand
By thousands through the skies.

2 Those mighty orbs proclaim Thy power,
Their motions speak Thy skill,
And on the wings of every hour
We read Thy patience still.

3 But when we view Thy strange design
To save rebellious worms,

Where vengeance and compassion join
In their divinest forms;

4 Our thoughts are lost in reverent awe,
We love and we adore;
The highest angel never saw
So much of God before.

5 Here the whole Deity is known,
Nor dares a creature guess
Which of the glories brighter shone,
The justice or the grace.

6 Now the full glories of the Lamb
Adorn the heavenly plains,
Bright seraphs learn Immanuel's name
And try their choicest strains.

7 0 may I bear some humble part
In that immortal song;
Wonder and joy shall tune my heart,
And love command my tongue.

Isa. xxv. 9.

1OD of salvation, we adore

G Thy saving love, Thy saving power; And, to our utmost stretch of thought, Hail the redemption Thou hast wrought. 2 We love the stroke that breaks our chain, The sword by which our sins are slain ; And, while abased in dust we bow, We sing the grace that lays us low. 3 Perish each thought of human pride, Let God alone be magnified;

His glory let the heavens resound, Echoed from earth's remotest bound. 4 Saints, who His full salvation know, Saints, who but taste it here below, Join every angel's voice to raise Continued, never-ending praise.

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My mouth shall show forth Thy salvation.-Psalm lxxi. 15.

who never knew Thy grace:
ET them neglect Thy glory, Lord,

But our loud songs shall still record
The wonders of Thy praise.

2 We raise our shouts, O God, to Thee,
And send them to Thy throne;
All glory to the united Three,
The undivided One.

3 "Twas He, and we'll adore His name,
That formed us by a word;

"Tis He restores our ruined frame: Salvation to the Lord!

4 Hosanna! let the earth and skies Repeat the joyful sound;

Rocks, hills, and vales, reflect the voice In one eternal round.

1UD of my life, through all its days, My grateful powers shall sound Thy praise;

The song shall wake with opening light, And echo to the silent night.

2 When anxious cares would break my rest, And griefs would tear my throbbing breast,

Thy tuneful praises raised on high, Shall check the murmur and the sigh. 3 When death o'er nature shall prevail, And all its powers of language fail, Joy through my swimming eyes shall break,

And mean the thanks I cannot speak.
4 But O! when that last conflict's o'er,
And I am chained to flesh no more,
With what glad accents shall I rise,
To join the music of the skies.

5 Soon shall I learn the exalted strains,
Which echo through the heavenly plains;
And emulate, with joy unknown,
The glowing seraphs round Thy throne.
6 My cheerful tribute will I give,
Long as a deathless soul can live;
A work so sweet, a theme so high,
Demands and crowns eternity.

303 And they sung a new song.—Rev. v.9.

Bids His Father's throne;
EHOLD the glories of the Lamb

Prepare new honours for His name
And songs before unknown.

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2 Let elders worship at His feet,
The church adore around,
With vials full of odours sweet,
And harps of sweetest sound:-

3 Those are the prayers of the saints,
And these the hymns they raise,-
Jesus is kind to our complaints,
He loves to hear our praise.

TOW to the Lord a noble song!

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Awake, my soul; awake, my tongue; Hosanna to the eternal name,

And all His boundless love proclaim.

2 See where it shines in Jesus' face, The brightest image of His grace; God, in the person of His Son,

Hath all His mightiest works outdone.

3 The spacious earth and spreading flood
Proclaim the wise and powerful God;
And Thy rich glories from afar
Sparkle in every rolling star.

4 But in His face a glory stands,
The noblest labour of Thy hands;
The radiant lustre of His eyes
Outshines the wonders of the skies.

5 Grace! 'tis a sweet, a charming theme;
My thoughts rejoice at Jesus' name:
Ye angels, dwell upon the sound;
Ye heavens, reflect it to the ground.
6 O may I live to reach the place
Where He unveils His lovely face;
Where all His beauties you behold,
And sing His name to harps of gold.

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John i. 1.

RE the blue heavens were stretched abroad,

From everlasting was the Word:

With God He was; th eWord was God,
And must divinely be adored.

2 By His own power were all things made;
By Him supported all things stand;
He is the whole creation's Head,
And angels fly at His command.
3 Ere sin was born, or Satan fell,
He led the host of morning stars:
Thy generation who can tell,

Or count the number of Thy years?

4 Mortals with joy behold His face, The Eternal Father's only Son; How full of truth! how full of grace! When through His eyes the Godhead shone.

2 When, like a tent to dwell in,
He spread the skies abroad,
And swathed about the swelling
Of ocean's mighty flood;

He wrought by weight and measure;
And I was with Him then:
Myself the Father's pleasure,
And Mine, the sons of men.

8 Thus Wisdom's words discover
Thy glory and Thy grace,
Thou everlasting Lover
Of our unworthy race:
Thy gracious eye surveyed us,
Ere stars were seen above;
In wisdom Thou hast made us,
And died for us in love.

4 And couldst Thou be delighted
With creatures such as we,
Who, when we saw Thee, slighted
And nailed Thee to a tree?
Unfathomable wonder,

And mystery divine!

The voice that speaks in thunder
Says,-Sinner, I am thine!

307 That...every knee should bow.

Phil. ii. 10.

1HOU art the Everlasting Word, The Father's only Son;

God, manifestly seen and heard,
And Heaven's beloved One.
Worthy, Lamb of God, art Thou,
That every knee to Thee should bow.

2 In Thee, most perfectly expressed,
The Father's glories shine:
Of the full Deity possessed,
Eternally divine.

Worthy, O Lamb of God, art Thou,
That every knee to Thee should bow.

3 True Image of the Infinite,
Whose Essence is concealed;
Brightness of Uncreated Light;
The heart of God revealed.
Worthy, O Lamb of God, art Thou,
That every knee to Thee should bow.

4 But the high mysteries of Thy name
An angel's grasp transcend:
The Father only-glorious claim-
The Son can comprehend.
Worthy, O Lamb of God, art Thou,
That every knee to Thee should bow.

5 Yet, loving Thee, on whom His love Ineffable doth rest,

Thy glorious worshippers above, As one with Thee, are blest. Worthy, O Lamb of God, art Thou, That every knee to Thee should bow. 6 Throughout the universe of bliss, The centre Thou, and sun. The eternal theme of praise is this, To Heaven's Beloved One:Worthy, O Lamb of God, art Thou, That every knee to Thee should bow.

sways,

All nature with a sovereign word;
And the bright world of stars obeys
The will of their superior Lord.

3 A thousand seraphs, strong and bright,
Stand round the glorious Deity;
But who, amongst the sons of light,
Pretends comparison with Thee?

4 Yet there is One of human frame,
Jesus, arrayed in flesh and blood,
Thinks it no robbery to claim
A full equality with God.

5 Then let the name of Christ our King
With equal honours be adored;
His praise let every angel sing,

And all the nations own their Lord.

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To Him be dominion and glory.
Rev. i. 6.

E sing to Thee, Thou Son of God,
Fountain of life and grace;

We praise Thee, Son of man, whose blood
Redeemed our fallen race.

2 Thee we acknowledge God and Lord,
The Lamb for sinners slain;
Who art by heaven and earth adored,
Worthy o'er both to reign.

3 To Thee all angels cry aloud,

Through heaven's extended coasts:Hail! holy, holy, holy Lord Of glory and of hosts.

4 The cherubim and seraphim
Incessant sing to Thee;

The worlds and all the powers therein
Adore Thy majesty.

5 The prophets' goodly fellowship,
In radiant garments dressed,
Praise Thee, Thou Son of God, and reap
The fulness of Thy rest.

6 The apostles' glorious company
Thy righteous praise proclaim:
The martyred army glorify
Thine everlasting name.

7 Through all the world, Thy churches join
To call on Thee their Head,
Brightness of majesty Divine,
Who every power hast made.

8 Among their number, Lord, we love
To sing Thy precious blood.

Reign here, and in the worlds above,
Thou Holy Lamb of God!

Thou art worthy, O Lord, to receive glory and honour.-Rev. iv. 11. [IGHTY God, while angels bless Thee, May a mortal sing Thy name?

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Lord of men as well as angels,

Thou art every creature's theme;
Lord of every land and nation,
Ancient of eternal days;
Sounded through the wide creation
Be Thy just and endless praise.

2 For the grandeur of Thy nature,-
Grand beyond a seraph's thought;-
For the wonders of creation,

Works with skill and kindness wrought; For Thy providence, that governs Through Thine empire's wide domain, Wings an angel, guides a sparrow; Blessed be Thy gentle reign.

3 But Thy rich, Thy free redemption,
Bright, though veiled in darkness long,
Thought is poor, and poor expression;
Who can sing that wondrous song?
Brightness of the Father's glory,
Shall Thy praise unuttered lie?
Break, my tongue, such guilty silence,
Sing the Lord who came to die.

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Hosanna.-John xii. 13.

HOSANNA to the Living Lord

HEBER.

Hosanna to the Incarnate Word To Christ, Creator, Saviour, King, Let earth, let heaven, hosanna sing.

CHORUS. Hosanna in the highest. 2 Hosanna, Lord! Thine angels cry; Hosanna, Lord! Thy saints reply: Above, beneath us, all around, The dead, the living, swell the sound. 3 O Saviour, with protecting care, Return to this Thy house of prayer; Assembled in Thy sacred name, Here we Thy parting promise claim. 4 But chiefest, in our cleansed breast, Eternal! bid Thy Spirit rest; And make our secret soul to be A temple pure, and worthy Thee. 5 So, in the last and dreadful day, When earth and heaven shall melt away, Thy flock, redeemed from sinful stain, Shall swell the sound of praise again.

Rev. vii. 10.

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Your Master proclaim,

And publish abroad

His wonderful name;
The name all-victorious
Of Jesus extol;

His kingdom is glorious,
And rules over all.

2 God ruleth on high,
Almighty to save;
And still He is nigh,

His presence we have;
The great congregation
His triumph shall sing,
Ascribing salvation

To Jesus our King.

8 Salvation to God,

Who sits on the throne,-
Let all cry aloud,

And honour the Son;
The praises of Jesus

The angels proclaim,
Fall down on their faces,
And worship the Lamb.

4 Then let us adore,

And give Him His right,All glory and power,

All wisdom and might,

Righteousness:

Let our praise to Him be given, High at God's right hand in heaven. 2 Son of God, to Thee we bow: Thou art Lord, and only Thou; Thou the woman's promised Seed; Thou, who didst for sinners bleed. 3 Thee, the angels ceaseless sing: Thee we praise, our Priest and King. Worthy is Thy name of praise, Full of glory, full of grace.

4 Thou hast the glad tidings brought,
Of salvation by Thee wrought;
Wrought to set Thy people free,
Wrought to bring our souls to Thee.

5 Thee, our Lord, whom we adore,
May we follow more and more.
Guide and bless us with Thy love,
Till we join Thy saints above.

315 Glory be to the Lamb for ever.

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COME, let us join our cheerful songs

With angels round the throne:

Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, But all their joys are one.

2 Worthy the Lamb that died,-they cry,To be exalted thus:

Worthy the Lamb, our lips reply,-
For He was slain for us.

3 Jesus is worthy to receive

Honour and power divine;
And blessings more than we can give,
Be, Lord, for ever Thine.

4 Let all that dwell above the sky,
And air and earth and seas,
Conspire to lift Thy glories high,
And speak Thine endless praise.

5 The whole creation join in one,
To bless the sacred name
Of Him that sits upon the throne,
And to adore the Lamb.

We lift our hands and voices
In blest anticipation,
And cry aloud, and give to God
The praise of our salvation.

2 While in affliction's furnace,
Or passing through the fire,

Thy love we praise that knows our days,
And ever brings us nigher;
We lift our hands, exulting

In Thine almighty favour:

The love Divine which made us Thine, Shall keep us Thine for ever.

3 Thou dost conduct Thy people

Through torrents of temptation;

Nor will we fear, while Thou art near, The fire of tribulation.

The world, with sin and Satan,

In vain our march opposes;

By Thee we shall break through them all, And sing the song of Moses.

4 By faith we see the glory

To which Thou shalt restore us;

The cross despise for that high prize
Which Thou hast set before us:
And if Thou count us worthy,
We each, as dying Stephen,

Shall see Thee stand at God's right hand,
To take us up to heaven.

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Godhead bodily.—Col. ii. 9.

1 FROM the rich treasures of His word

I borrow titles for my Lord;
Nor art, nor nature can supply
Sufficient forms of Majesty.

2 Bright image of the Father's face,
Shining with undiminished rays;
The eternal Father's equal Son,
The Heir and Partner of His throne.

3 But when for works of peace He comes,
What gracious titles He assumes:
Light of the world, and Life of men;
Nor bears those characters in vain.

4 With tender pity in His heart,
He acts the Mediator's part;

A Friend and Brother He appears,
And well fulfils the names He wears.

5 The King of kings, the Lord most high,
He leads the armies of the sky,
Clad in a vesture dyed in blood;
And breaks the nations with His rod.

6 At length, the Judge His throne ascends,
Divides the rebels from His friends;
And saints in full fruition prove
His boundless plenitude of love.

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But O what gentle terms,
What condescending ways,
Doth our Redeemer use

To teach His heavenly grace:
Mine eyes with joy and wonder see

What forms of love He bears for me.

Arrayed in mortal flesh,

He, like an angel, stands,

And holds the promises

And pardons in His hands;

Commissioned from His Father's throne

To make His grace to mortals known.

Great Prophet of my God,

My tongue would bless Thy name;
By Thee the joyful news

Of our salvation came;

The joyful news of sins forgiven,

Of hell subdued, and peace with Heaven.

Be Thou my Counsellor,

My Pattern, and my Guide;
And through this desert land
Still keep me near Thy side:
O let my feet ne er run astray,
Nor rove, nor seek the crooked way.

I love my Shepherd's voice,
His watchful eyes shall keep
My wandering soul among
The thousands of His sheep:

He feeds His flock, He calls their names,
His bosom bears the tender lambs.

Jesus, my great High Priest,

Offered His blood, and died;
My guilty conscience seeks

No sacrifice beside:

His powerful blood did once atone,

And now it pleads before the throne.

8 My Saviour and my Lord,

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My Conqueror and my King;
Thy sceptre and Thy sword,
Thy reigning grace I sing:
Thine is the power; behold, I sit
In willing bonds beneath Thy feet.

Now let my soul arise,

And tread the tempter down

My Captain leads me forth

To conquest and a crown:

A feeble saint shall win the day, Though death and hell obstruct the way.

Should all the hosts of death

And powers of hell unknown
Put their most dreadful forms
Cf rage and mischief on,

I shall be safe, for Christ displays
Superior power, and guardian grace.

He that cometh from above is above all.-John iii. 31.

Go worship at Immanuel's feet,

See in His face what wonders meet! Earth is too narrow to express His worth, His glory, or His grace.