1 DREAD Jehovah! God of nations,
From thy temple in the skies,
Hear thy people's supplications,
Now for their deliverance rise.
Lo! with deep contrition turning,
Humbly at thy feet we bend;
Fasting, praying, weeping, mourning,
Hear us, spare us, and defend.

2 Though our sins, our hearts confounding,
Long and loud for vengeance call,
Thou hast mercy more abounding;
Jesus' blood can cleanse them all;
Let that mercy veil transgression,
Let that blood our guilt efface;
Save thy people from oppression,
Save from spoil thy holy-place.

3 Hear, O God, the vows we render;
With our hosts to battle go:
Shield the head of each defender,
And confound the haughty foe:
So, when ceased the battle's raging,
Thine shall be the victor's praise;
And, in holy bonds engaging,
We will serve Thee all our days,

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4 Now we may bow before his feet,
And venture near the Lord;
No fi'ry cherub guards his seat,
Nor double-flaming sword.

5 The peaceful gates of heav'nly bliss
Are open'd by the Son;

High let us raise our notes of praise,
And reach th' Almighty throne.

6 To Thee ten thousand thanks we bring, Great Advocate on high;

And glory to th' eternal King,
That lays his fury by.

END OF THE HYMNS.

To God the Father, God the Son,
And God the Spirit, Three in One,
Be honour, praise, and glory giv'n,
By all on earth, and all in heav'n.

II. L. M.

PRAISE God, from whom all blessings flow; Praise Him, all creatures here below; Praise Him above, ye heav'nly host; Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost!

III. C. M.

HONOUR to Thee, Almighty Three,
And everlasting One;
All glory to the Father be,
The Spirit, and the Son.

IV. C. M.

To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
The God whom we adore,

Be glory; as it was, is now,
And shall be evermore.

GIVE to the Father praise,
Give glory to the Son,

To God the Spirit of all Grace,
Be equal honour done.

PRAISE the name of God most High, Praise Him, all below the sky; Praise Him, all ye heav'nly host; Father, Son, and Holy Ghost!

By Angels in heav'n
Of ev'ry degree,

And saints upon earth,
All praise be address'd
To God in Three Persons,
One God ever blest,
As it hath been, now is,
And always shall be.

VIII. The old 148th.

To God the Father's throne
Perpetual honours raise;
Glory to God the Son,
To God the Spirit praise:
And while our lips
Their tribute bring,
Our faith adores
The Name we sing.

Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid;

Star of the east, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.

2 Cold on his cradle the dew-drops are shining,

Low lies his bed with the beasts of the stall;

Angels adore Him in slumber reclining,-Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all.

3 Say, shall we yield Him, in costly devotion,

Odours of Edom, and off'rings divine, Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the

ocean,

Myrrh from the forest, and gold from the mine?