10 Our suppliant pray'r, O LORD, receive
FATHER, Thy mercies ceaseless give,
And ever with us LORD be neat,
Till we in glory shall appear.

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E works of GOD, on Him alone,

In earth His foot-stool, heav'n His throne,
Be all your praise bestow'd;

Whose hand the beauteous fabrick made,
Whose eye the finish'd work survey'd,
And saw that all was good.

2 Ye angels, who with loud acclaim,
Admiring view'd the new born frame
And hail'd the eternal King;
Again proclaim your Maker's praise,
Again your thankful voices raise,
And touch the tuneful string.

3 Let all who vital breath enjoy,
Their ev'ry faculty employ.
Proclaim His praise divine;

Fire, air, and earth, and seas, and skies,
In one melodious concert rise,

And in full chorus join.

4 Ye thrones, dominions, virtues, pow'rs Combine your joyful songs with ours, With us your voices raise;

From age to age extend the lay,
To heav'ns eternal Monarch pay
Hymns of eternal praise.

5 Ye Priests of God the lay prolong,
Ye saints, exalt the grateful song
To heav'ns eternal throne;

Till wonder seize the angelic train,
Pleas'd while they hear a mortal strain,
So sweet, so like their own.

6 Ye spirits of the just and good,
Who eager for the blest abode,
To heav'nly mansions soar;
O let your songs His praise display,
"Till heav'n itself shall melt away,"
And time shall be no more.

7 Praise Him, ye meek and humble train, Ye saints, whom His decrees ordain The boundless bliss to share;

O! praise Him, st

'till you

To regions of eternal day,

take to

way

And reign for ever there.

8 Praise God who, reigns enthron'd on high,

Praise GoD THE SON, who deign'd to die

Praise FATHER, Son and HoLY GHOST, One glorious Anthem raise,

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BENEDICTUS. LUKE i, 68. C. M.

BY BISHOP PATRICK.

LEST be the GOD of ISRAEL,
His name be ever blest,

BEST

Who came from heav'n to visit us,
And all our bonds releas'd.

In David's house a SAVIOUR rais'd
On His eternal throne;
According to His truth and grace,
To holy prophets known,

Salvation's granted by His hand
From all who did us hate;
The mercy is perform'd, for which
Our fathers long did wait.

4 The Covenant with, Abr'ham made,
Redemption's grand design,

He hath perform'd the solemn oath,
With grace and truth divine.

5 Thus may we serve Him without fear,
From every terror freed,
In holiness and righteousness,

Our lives before Him lead. go

6 Thus like Thy harbinger, O LORD,
Endued with heav'nly grace,
May all Thy priests prepare Thy way
Before Thy glorious face.

7 By the remission of our sin

Make Thy Salvation known,

Rise, Sun of righteousness, on high,
In tender mercy shewn.

S Those, who in death and darkness sit,
With light and comfort bless;
Aud guide our feet into the way
Of peace and happiness.

JUBILATE DEO vide Psalm 160.

160

MAGNIFICAT, LUKE 1, 46, &c.

BY BISHOP PATRICK. HT L. M:

1M Trallsports of joy my spirits raise;

Y soutdoth magnify the LORD ;

My Gon, my SAVIOUR, Thou shalt be
The subject of my song of praise,

2 GOD to His humble suppliant's state
Shew'd mercy when by woe deprest ;
All ages hence His truth shall own,
And call His favor'd servant blest.

8 The mighty LORD, hath magnified,
Adored be His holy Name,

His mercy is thro' ev'ry age,

To them that fear Him still the same.

4 His holy Arm His strength hath shew'd
Confounded what the proud had thought;
Put down the mighty from their seat
And rais'd them, who were set at nought.

5 The hungry He hath fill'd with good:-
The full and rich for want complain'd
His mercy He hath call'd to mind
And ISRAEL bath His help obtain'd,

6 The promise to our fathers made,

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In which engag'd the Almighty stood, For EVER sure to Abr'ham's seed,

GOD hath in sov'reign truth made good.

CANTATE DOMINO vide Psalm, 98,

161

THE SONG OF SIMEON,

NUNC DIMITTIS. LUKE ii 28, &c.

L

ORD, behold the hour is come,
Now within the silent tomb
Let my mortal frame decay,"
Mingled with my kindred clay.
2 Since Thy mercies LORD of old,
By thy chosen Seers foretold,
Faithful all and stedfast prove,
Gop of truth and GoD of love,
3 Sun of righteousness to Thee,
O let nations bow the knee!
Oglet realms of distant kings,

Own the healing of Thy wings.

4 Hail the light of Jacob's star!
Spread Thy glories from afar;
Wide diffuse the gospel ray,
Ushering in eternal day!

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