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GLORY to GOD on high!

Let earth and skies reply;
Praise ye His name:
His love and grace adore,
Who all our sorrows bore,
Sing aloud evermore,

Worthy the LAMB.

JESUS Our LORD and GOD,
Bore sin's tremendous load,
Praise ye His name;

Tell what His arm hath done,
What spoils from death He won;
Sing His great name alone; :*
Worthy the LAMB.

While saints around the throne
Cheerfully join in one

Praising His name;

Ye who believe His blood

Doth seal your peace with GOD,
Proclaim His grace abroad,
Worthy the LAMB.

Then let the hosts above,
In realms of endless love,
Praise His blest name;

To him ascribed be

Honor and majesty,

Thro' all eternity

Worthy the LAMB.

Psalm ii. Ixiii. xviii.

THE FOURTH SUNDAY AFTER EASTER.

PSALM LXXVIII.

2 Cor. iv. 6.

1 SING to the LORD a noble song!

Awake, my soul; awake my tongue;
Hosanna to th' eternal name,

And all His boundless love proclaim.
2 See where it shines in JESU's face,
The brightest image of His grace;
GOD, in the person of His Son,
Hath all His mightiest works out-done.
3 The spacious earth, and spreading flood,
Proclaim the wise and pow'rful God:
And Thy rich glories from afar,
Sparkle in every rolling star.

4 But in Thy looks a glory stands,
The noblest labour of Thy hands;
Redemption beaming in His eyes,
Out-shines the wonders of the skies.
5 Grace! O divine ennobling theme;
My thoughts rejoice in JEsU's name,
Ye angels, dwell upon the sound;
Ye heav'ns, reflect it to the ground.
6 Oh, may I live to reach the place
Where He unveils His sacred face!
Where all His glories you behold,
And sing His name to harps of gold.
Psalm lxv. lxxi,

(L. M.)

THE FIFTH SUNDAY AFTER EASTER.

PSALM LXXXVII.

P. M. 8, 7.

1 MIGHTY GOD, while Angels praise Thee, Saints on earth may chaunt Thy name;

LORD of men as well as angels!

Thou art ev'ry creature's theme.

2 LORD of ev'ry land and nation, Ancient of eternal days! Sounded through the wide creation Be Thy just and lawful praise. 3 Author of the great Redemption, Glorious mystery of love!

[Amen. Hallelujah,

Hal.

GOD propitious, sin forgiv'n,

GOD incarnate from above!

Hal.

4 From the highest throne of glory, To the cross of deepest woe;

All to ransom guilty captives,

Flow my praise, for ever flow.

Hal.

5 Rise to bliss, immortal SAVIOUR,

Leave Thy footstool, take Thy throne!
Thence return and reign for ever,

Be the kingdom all Thy own.

6 Grant we may behold Thy glory,

Grant us, LORD, in heav'n a place:

There to cast our crowns before Thee,
Lost in wonder, love, and praise.

Hallelujah, Amen.

Psalm xx, cxlix, cl.

Hal.

ASCENSION DAY.

PSALM XLVII. XXI.

Psalm xxiv.

1 OUR LORD is risen from the dead,
MESSIAH is gone up on high;

The pow'rs of hell are captive led,
Dragg'd to the portals of the sky.

2 There His triumphal chariot waits,
And angels chaunt the solemn lay;
Lift up your heads, ye heav'nly gates,
Ye everlasting doors give way!

3 Loose all your bars of massy light,

And wide unfold th' etherial scene; He claims these mansions as His right, Receive the King of glory in!

4 Who is the King of glory, who?

The LORD, who all our foes o'ercame ; The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrew, And JESUS is the Conq'ror's name.

5 Lo! His triumphal chariot waits,

And Angels chaunt the solemn lay;
Lift up your heads, ye heav'nly gates,
Ye everlasting doors give way!

6 Who is the King of glory, who?
The LORD of glorious pow'r possést;
The King of saints and angels too,
GoD over all, for ever blest!

(L. M.)

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WAKE, my soul, and grateful sing

Th' ascended SAVIOUR'S love:

Sing how He lives to carry on

His people's cause above.

2 With cries and tears He offer'd
His humble suit below;
But with authority He asks,
Enthron'd in glory now.

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3 For all that come to God by Him,
Salvation He demands;

Points to their names upon His breast,
And spreads His wounded hands.

4 Eternal life, at His request,
To ev'ry saint is giv'n :
Safety on earth, and after death,
The plenitude of heav'n.

5 Founded on right, Thy prayer avails,
The FATHER smiles on Thee;
And now Thou in Thy kingdom art,
O LORD, remember me.

6 Let the sweet incense of Thy prayer
Jn my behalf ascend!

And as its virtue, so my praise
Shall never, never, end.

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