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2 Come, tune afresh your golden lyres,
HYMN 473. C. M. St. Ann's. [*]
Thy vast, thy boundless praise.
3 Not death itself shall stop my song,
4 There shall my lips in endless praise
The theme demands an angel's tongue,
HYMN 474. 7s & 6s. Amsterdam. [*]
1 PRAISE the Lord, who reigns above,
And keeps his courts below: Praise him for his boundless love, And all his greatness show.
2 Praise him for his noble deeds,
Praise him for his matchless power: Him, from whom all good proceeds,
Let earth and heaven adore. 3 Publish, spread to all around
The great Immanuel's name;
Him, Prince of Peace proclaim.
5 Him, in whom they move and live,
6 Hallowed be his name beneath, As in heaven on earth adored; Praise the Lord in every breath,
Let all things praise the Lord. PRATT'S COL.
1 ON Judah's plain, the minstrel lyre
Is quenched, and sorrow veils the night;-
2 'Tis Bethlehem's star; the holy gem That hailed the Godhead from the skies; 'Tis Bethlehem's star! the diadem That tells the conqueror shall rise: He rises-and the golden choir Of angel minstrels wakes the song. GOULD'S CHURCH HARMONY.
Select Hymn, p. 657.
HARK! what mean those holy voices, &c.
WITH darkness whelmed, in error lost,
GOULD'S CH. HARM.
SHOUT the glad tidings, exultingly sing,
1 DAUGHTER of Zion, awake from thy sadness! Awake! for thy foes shall oppress thee no more; Bright o'er thy hills dawns the day-star of gladness, Arise! for the night of thy sorrow is o'er.
2 Strong were thy foes, but the arm that subdued them, And scattered their legions, was mightier far; They fled like the chaff from the scourge that pursued
Vain were their steeds and their chariots of war.
3 Daughter of Zion, the power that hath saved thee, Extolled with the harp and the timbrel should be: Shout! for the foe is destroyed that enslaved thee; The oppressor is vanquished, and Zion is free. HANDEL AND HAYDN AND ANC. LYRE.
Select Hymn, p. 729.
HARK, the song of jubilee, &c.
O THOU, whose power o'er moving worlds presides
GOULD'S CH. HARM,
HAIL, hail, sweet cherub, charity,
'Tis thou canst blend in misery's cup,
Before the footstool of thy throne:
We only render back thine own.
1 TIME is winging us away
2 Youth and vigour soon will flee, Blooming beauty lose its charms; All that's mortal soon shall be
Enclosed in death's cold arms. 3 But the Christian shall enjoy Health and beauty soon, above, Far beyond the world's alloy, Secure in Jesus' love.
1 THE hill of Zion yields
Or walk the golden streets.
2 Then let our songs abound,
THE Lord is in his holy temple; let the earth keep silence before him.
HANDEL AND HAYDN COL.
SALVATION belongeth unto the Lord, and thy blessing is among thy people. IBID.
I WAS glad when they said unto me, We will go into the house of the Lord. Peace be within thy walls, and plenteousness within thy palaces. Amen. IBID.
PRAISE ye the Lord, glorify him for ever. Sons of Zion, come before him; bring the cymbal, bring the harp. High in glory, lo! he's seated; see the King, he sits in state. Sons of Zion, come before him; sound the lute and strike the harp. IBID.
HOLY, Holy, Holy, Lord God of Sabaoth; heaven and earth are full of the majesty of thy glory. Glory be to thee, O Lord Most High. IBID.
ONE thing have I desired of the Lord, which I will require; that I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to behold the fair beauty of the Lord, and to visit his temple. IBID.
O SING unto the Lord a new song; let the congregation of the saints praise him. IBID.
O GIVE thanks unto the Lord, for his mercy endureth for ever.