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Hymn 161. C. M.

EASTER.

HE Lord of Sabbath let us praise,
In concert with the blest,

Who joyful in harmonious lays,
Employ an endless rest.

2 Thus, Lord, while we remember thee,
We blest and pious grow;
By hymns of praise we learn to be
Triumphant here below.

3 On this glad day a brighter scene
Of glory was display'd,

By God, th' eternal Word, than when
This universe was made.

4 He rises, who mankind hath bought
With grief and pain extreme;

'Twas great to speak the world from nought, 'Twas greater to redeem.

Hymn 162.

C. M.

ALVATION! O the joyful sound!
What pleasure to our

A sov'reign balm for every wound,
A cordial for our fears.

Glory, honour, praise, and power,
Be unto the Lamb for ever;
Jesus Christ is our Redeemer !
Hallelujah! praise the Lord!

2 Salvation! let the echo fly
The spacious earth around,
While all the armies of the sky
Conspire to raise the sound.

Glory, &c.

3 Salvation! O thou bleeding Lamb!
To thee the praise belongs:
Salvation shall inspire our hearts,
And dwell upon our tongues. Glory, &c.

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Hymn 163. L. M.

FROM all threator's praise arise,

ROM all that dwell below the skies,

Let the Redeemer's name be sung,
Thro' every land, by every tongue.
Eternal are thy mercies, Lord,
Eternal truth attends thy word;

Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore,
Till suns shall rise and set no more.
2 Your lofty themes ye mortals bring,
In songs of praise divinely sing:
The great salvation loud proclaim,
And shout for joy the Saviour's name!
In every land begin the song:
To every land the strains belong;
In cheerful sounds all voices raise,
And fill the world with loudest praise.

Hymn 164. C. M.

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

Hymn 165. P. M.

LORY be to God on high,

G God whose glory alls the sky;

Peace on earth to man forgiven, Man, the well-belov'd of heaven. 2 Sov'reign Father, heavenly King, Thee we now presume to sing; Glad thine attributes confess, Glorious all and numberless.

3 Hail! by all thy works ador'd; Hail! thou everlasting Lord;

Thee with thankful hearts we prove,
Lord of power and God of love!

4 Christ, our Lord and God we owu;
Christ the Father's only Son:
Lamb of God for sinners slain,
Saviour of offending man.

5 Bow thine ear, in mercy bow,
Hear, the world's atonement thou;
Jesus, in thy name we pray,
Take, O take our sins away!

6 Pow'rful Advocate with God,
Justify us by thy blood!
Bow thine ear, in mercy bow.
Hear, the world's atonement thou.

Hymn 166. C. M.

PRA

RAISE ye the Lord, y' immortal choirs,
That fill the worlds above;

Praise him who form'd you of his fires,
And feeds you with his love.

2 Shine to his praise, ye crystal skies,
The floor of his abode;

Or veil in shades your thousand eyes
Before your brighter God.

3 Thou restless globe of golden light,
Whose beams create our days,
Join with the silver queen of night,
To own your borrow'd rays.

4 Winds, ye shall bear his name aloud
Through the ethereal blue;
For when his chariot is a cloud,
He makes his wheels of you.

5 Thunder and hail, and fire and storms,
The troops of his command,
Appear in all your dreadful forms,
And speak his awful hand.

6 Shout to the Lord, ye surging seas,
In your eternal roar;

Let wave to wave resound his praise;
And shore reply to shore.

7 While monsters, sporting on the flood,
In scaly silver shine,

Speak terribly their Maker, God,
And lash the foaming brine.

8 But gentler things shall tune his name,
To softer notes than these:

Young zephyrs, breathing o'er the stream,
Or whisp'ring through the trees.

9 Wave your tall heads, ye lofty pines,
To him that bids you grow
Sweet clusters, bend the fruitful vines
On every thankful bough.

10 Let the shrill birds his honours raise,
And climb the morning sky;

While grov❜ling beasts attempt his praise,
In hoarser harmony.

11 Thus while the meaner creatures sing,
Ye mortals take the sound;
Echo the glories of your King,
Through all the nations round.

Hymn 167. P. M.

1 THE God of Abrah'm praise,

Ancient of everlasting days,
And God of love:
JEHOVAH, GREAT I AM!

By earth and heav'n confess'd;
I bow and bless the sacred Name
For ever blest.