Let us exalt his name together.Psa. xxxiv. 3.

P. M.

1 MEET and right it is to sing,

In every time and place,
Glory to our heavenly King,

The God of truth and grace.
Join we then with sweet accord;
All in one thanksgiving join :
Holy, holy, holy Lord !

Eternal praise be Thine!
2 Vying with the heavenly choir,

Who chant Thy praise above,
We on eagles' wings aspire,

The wings of faith and love :
Thee, they sing, with glory crowned :
We extol the slaughter'd Lamb.
Lower if our voices sound,

Our subject is the same.
3 Father, God, Thy love we praise,

Which gave Thy Son to die.
Jesus, full of truth and grace,

Alike we glorify:
Spirit, Comforter divine,
Praise by all to Thee be given,
Till we in full chorus join,

And earth is changed for heaven. 4.

6 Alleluia." Rev. xix. 6. Double 7's.
1 HARK! the song of Jubilee;

Loud as mighty thunders' roar,
Or the fulness of the sea,
When it breaks upon the shore.

Hallelujah! for the Lord
God omnipotent shall reign :
Hallelujah! let the word

Echo round the earth and main. 2 Hallelujah !-hark! the sound,

From the centre to the skies,
Wakes above, beneath, around,
All creation's harmonies.
See Jehovah's banners furled, [done;
Sheathed His sword : He speaks—'tis
And the kingdoms of this world

Are the kingdoms of His Son.
3 He shall reign from pole to pole,

With illimitable sway:
He shall reign, when like a scroll
Yonder heavens have passed away.
Then the end ;-beneath His rod
Man's last enemy shall fall:
Hallelujah! Christ in God,
God in Christ, is all in all.


And they sing the song of Moses and of the Lamb."

Rev. xv. 3.

S. M.

1 AWAKE, and sing the song

Of Moses and the Lamb !
Wake, every heart and every tongue,

To praise the Saviour's name! 2 Sing of His dying love;

Sing of His rising power;
Sing how He intercedes above,

For those whose sins He bore.

3 Ye pilgrims on the road

To Zion's city, sing !
Rejoice ye in the Lamb of God,

În Christ, the eternal King.
4 Soon shall we hear Him say,

“ Ye blessed children, come." Soon will He call us hence away,

And take His wanderers home. 5 There shall each raptured tongue

His endless praise proclaim;
And sing in sweeter notes the song

Of Moses and the Lamb.

6. " The ransomed shall come to Zion with songs."

Isa. xxxv. 10. 7's.
1 CHILDREN of the heavenly King,

As ye journey, sweetly sing :
Sing your Saviour's worthy praise,

Glorious in His works and ways ! 2 We are travelling home to God,

In the way the fathers trod :
They are happy now, and we

Soon their happiness shall see.
3 Foes are round us, but we stand

On the borders of our land :
Jesus, God's exalted Son,

Bids us undismayed go on.
4 Onward, then, we gladly press

Through this earthly wilderness.
Only, Lord, our Leader be,
And we still will follow Thee.


Hallowed be thy name.Matt. vi. 9. 7's. 1 HOLY, holy, holy Lord,

In the highest heavens adored,
Author of all nature's frame;

Father, hallowed be Thy name. 2 Though estranged from Thee in heart,

Doubtless Thou our Father art:
From Thy hand our spirits came :

Father, hallowed be Thy name. 3 Nor by nature's tie alone

Thou art as our Father known:
Nearer now, in Christ, our claim :

Father, hallowed be Thy name. 4 Born anew, Oh, may we feel Filial love, the Spirit's seal;

[shame : Cleansed from guilt, redeemed from

Father, hallowed be Thy name.
5 Whether, then, in want or wealth,

Joy or sorrow, pain or health,
Still our prayer shall be the same :

Father, hallowed be Thy name. 8. “ It is he that hath made us." Psalm c. 3. 7's. 1 OH, give thanks to Him who made

Morning light and evening shade;
Source and Giver of all good,
Nightly sleep and daily food;
Quickener of our wearied powers,
Guard of our unconscious hours.

2 Oh, give thanks to Nature's King,

Who made every breathing thing :
His our warm and sentient frame,
His the mind's immortal flame.
Oh, how close the ties that bind

Spirits to the Eternal Mind !
3 Oh, give thanks with heart and lip,

For we are His workmanship;
And all creatures are His care.
Not a bird that cleaves the air,
Falls unnoticed; but who can

Speak the Father's love to man?
4 Oh, give thanks to Him who came

In a mortal, suffering frame-
Temple of the Deity-
Came for rebel man to die;
In the path Himself hath trod,

Leading back His saints to God. 9.

O bless our God, ye people.Psa. Ixvi. 8. C. M. 1 LIFT up to God the voice of praise,

Whose breath our souls inspired : Loud and more loud the anthem raise,

With grateful ardour fired. 2 Lift


to God the voice of praise, Whose tender care sustains Our feeble frame, encompassed round

With death's unnumbered pains. 3 Lift up to God the voice of praise,

Whose goodness, passing thought, Loads every minute, as it flies,

With benefits unsought.

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