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Wonders of grace to God belong;
Repeat His mercies in your song.
And leads us to His heavenly seat :
When this vain world shall be no more.
8.7. 1 PRAISE the Lord ! ye heavens, adore Him;
Praise Him, angels, the height; Sun and moon, rejoice before Him;
Praise Him, all ye stars of light. 2 Praise the Lord, for He hath spoken;
Worlds His mighty voice obey'd ; Laws which never shall be broken
For their guidance He hath made. 3 Praise the Lord, for He is glorious;
Never shall His promise fail ;
Sin and death shall not prevail. 4 Praise the God of our salvation,
Hosts on high His power proclaim; Heaven and earth, and all creation,
Laud and magnify His name ! 165. Providence.
C.M.D. 1 COME, let us praise our Master's hand,
Who gives us daily bread ;
Thy house, my Lord, is full of guests,
Thy tahle richly spread.
Do daily sit and feed;
And suffers none to need.
And nothing with me brought;
Yet have I lacked nought.
My labouring head, or chance;
Is mine inheritance. 3 Thy bounty gives me bread with peace,
Å table free from strife;
Which is the staff of life.
My Saviour fed them all :
Have tables in God's hall.
Are nourished by Thy care;
Mercies we daily wear.
That kept me all my days ?
When it forgets to praise.
"Worthy the Lamb." i GLORY to God on high !
Let earth and skies reply,
ye His name!
Worthy the Lamb'?
Praise ye His name!
Worthy the Lamb !
Praising His name.
Worthy the Lamb ! 167.
The Angels' Song.
herald angels sing,
2 Joyful all
Hail the Sun of righteousness ! 3 Mild He lays His glories by;
Born, that man no more may die;
Born to give them second birth, 4 Sing we then, with angels sing :
Glory to the new-born king ?
Peace on earth, and man forgiven.” 168.
Coming of the Messiah. C.M.
The Saviour promised long !
prepare a throne,
Exerts its sacred fire ;
His holy breast inspire.
In Satan's bondage held;
The iron fetters yield.
To clear the inward sight;
5 He comes the broken heart to bind,
The bleeding soul to cure ;
T'enrich the humble poor.
Thy welcome shall proclaim;
S.M. 1 BEHOLD, the Prince of Peace,
The chosen of the Lord,
The sure prophetic word. 2 No royal pomp adorns
This King of righteousness;
Compose His princely dress. 3 The Spirit of the Lord,
In rich abundance shed,
And rests upon His head.
His doctrine life imparts :
To warm and glad our hearts. 5 Cheer'd by its beams, our souls
Shall run the heavenly way :
Must lead to endless day.