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'I heard the voice of many angels .. and the elders . . saying with a loud voice,

Worthy is the Lamb.'
SARK! how heaven is calling,

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Saint unites with angel,
In sweet echoes

Hymning the evangel,
From angelic harps and voices :

mf Glory to the God of heaven! mf 'Tis the wondrous story,

Glory to the Spirit !
Chiefest theme in glory,

And to Jesus' merit
Grace o'er man redeemed rejoices :

Let hosannas loud be given !
This inspires

For He saves
All their lyres,

Sinful slaves,
And with harp and singing

Them from ruin raising
Heaven's dome is ringing.

In His love amazing.
Does salvation's story

Waken praise in glory
To the Lamb who suffered for us?

And, while heaven rejoices,

Shall not kindred voices
Swell from earth to join the chorus ?

218 Yes! the song,

Loud and strong,
Shall to glory's portals
Rise from saved immortals.

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RESTy of the weary,

Christ is all, and in all.'
EST of the weary,

m 3 When my feet stumble,

I to Thee cry,
Hope of the dreary,

Crown of the humble,
Light of the glad,

Cross of the high;
Home of the stranger,

When my steps wander,
Strength to the end,

Over me bend,
Refuge from danger,

Truer and fonder,
Saviour and Friend !

Saviour and Friend. mp 2 Pillow where, lying,

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Love rests its head,

Thee, I will raise
Peace of the dying,

Unto Thee blessing,
Life of the dead,

Glory, and praise, -
Path of the lowly,

All my endeavour,
Prize at the end,

World without end,
Breath of the holy,

Thine to be ever,
Saviour and Friend !

Saviour and Friend.

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O magnify the Lord with me, and let us exalt His name together.'

mf 2 Great Prophet of my God, Of wisdom, love, and power

My tongue would bless Thy name;
That ever mortals knew,

By Thee the joyful news
That angels ever bore:

Of our salvation came,of All are too mean to speak His worth,

The joyful news of sins forgiven, Too mean to set my Saviour forth.

Of hell subdued and peace with heaven. ጎሽ 3 Jesus, my great High Priest,

Offered His blood and died;
My guilty conscience seeks

No sacrifice beside:
His powerful blood did once atone,
And now it pleads before the throne
My dear almighty Lord,

My Conqueror and my King,
Thy sceptre and Thy sword,

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Thy reigning grace, I sing:
Thine is the power: behold I sit

8 In willing bonds beneath Thy feet.

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