PASSMORE AND ALABASTER,
4, PATERNOSTER BUILDINGS, E.C.

147. g. 494.

PHEN singing the praises of God in the family it is inconvenient to break up the verses by reading two lines at

a time. This little book is issued with the view of enabling each member of the household to join in the singing. May the Lord enable each one to sing with the spirit and with the understanding also.

THE

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INTERPRETER HYMN BOOK.

The Numbers refer to the page in
the "Interpreter."

1 ERE the blue heavens were stretch'd abroad,

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From everlasting was the Word:

With God he was; the Word was God,
And must divinely be adored.

But lo! he leaves those heavenly forms,
The Word descends and dwells in clay,
That he may hold converse with worms,
Dress'd in such feeble flesh as they.
Mortals with joy beheld his face,
Th' eternal Father's only Son :

How full of truth! how full of grace!
When through his eyes the Godhead shone !

2 ISING th' almighty power of God

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That made the mountains rise;

That spread the flowing seas abroad,
And built the lofty skies.

There's not a plant or flower below,
But makes his glories known;
And clouds arise, and tempests blow,
By order from his throne.

3 PRAISE him, ye gladdening smiles of

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morn;

Praise him, O silent night;

Tell forth his glory, all the earth;
Praise him, ye stars of light!

Praise him, ye stormy winds, that rise
Obedient to his word;

Mountains and hills, and fruitful trees,
Join ye and praise the Lord!
Praise him, ye heavenly hosts, for ye,
With purer lips, can sing-
Glory and honour, praise and power
To him, the Eternal King!

WE raise our shouts, O God, to thee,
And send them to thy throne;

All glory to the united Three,

The undivided One.

'Twas he, and we'll adore his name,
That form'd us by a word;

'Tis he restores our ruin'd frame :
Salvation to the Lord!

5 LORD, what is man, or all his race,
Who dwell so far below,

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That thou shouldst visit him with grace,
And love his nature so?

That thine eternal Son should bear

To take a mortal form,

Made lower than his angels are,
To save a dying worm?

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Let him be crown'd with majesty
Who bow'd his head to death;
And be his honours sounded high
By all things that have breath.
O DAY of rest and gladness,
O day of joy and light,
O balm of care and sadness,
Most beautiful, most bright!
Thou art a cooling fountain
In life's dry, dreary sand;
From thee, like Pisgah's mountain,
We view our promised land.
May we, new graces gaining
From this our day of rest,
Attain the rest remaining
To spirits of the blest;
And there our voice upraising
To Father and to Son,
And Holy Ghost, be praising
Ever the Three in One.

YET, mighty God, thy wondrous love
Can make our nature clean,
While Christ and grace prevail above
The tempter, death, and sin.
The second Adam shall restore
The ruins of the first.

Hosanna to the sovereign power
That new creates our dust.

WE were lost, but we are found,
Dead, but now alive are we ;
We were sore in bondage bound,
But our Jesus sets us free.