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HYMN 8. Second Part. L.M.
The triune God, the God of our salvation. (cont.)
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Immanuel to the choice agreed,
And thus secur'd a niim'rous seed.
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He sends his Spirit from above
To call the objects of his love;
Not one shall perish nor be lost:
He bought them dear; his blood they cost.
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What high displays of sov'reign grace!
What love to save a ruin'd race!
My soul, adore his lovely name,
By whom thy free salvation came.
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HYMN 8. Third Part. C.M.
A song of praise to the Holy Trinity.
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LET them neglect thy glory, Lord,
Who never knew thy grace;
But our loud songs shall still record
The wonders of thy praise.
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We raise our shouts, O God, to thee,
And send them to thy throne;
All glory to th' united Three,
The undivided One.
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'Twas he, (and we'll adore his name)
That form'd us by a word;
'Tis he, restores our ruin'd frame;
Salvation to the Lord!
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Hosanna! let the earth and skies
Repeat the joyful sound;
Rocks, hills and vales reflect the voice
In one eternal round.
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HYMN 9. First Part. L.M.
God the Father, the almighty Creator.
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ALMIGHTY God we praise, and own
Thee our Creator, King alone;
All things were made to honour thee,
O Father of eternity!
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HYMN 9. First Part. L.M.
God the Father, the almighty Creator. (cont.)
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To thee all angels loudly cry,
The heav'ns and all the pow'rs on high,
Cherubs and seraphims proclaim,
And cry, thrice holy to thy name.
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Lord God of hosts, thy presence bright
Fills heav'n and earth with beauteous light;
Th' apostles' happy company,
And ancient prophets all praise thee.
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The crowned martyrs' noble host,
The holy church in ev'ry coast,
Their Maker, for their Father own,
Now reconcil'd in Christ his Son.
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HYMN 9. Second Part. C.M.
Creation.
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LORD, when our raptur'd thought surveys
Creation's beauties o'er,
All nature joins to teach thy praise.
And bid our souls adore.
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Where'er we turn our gazing eyes,
Thy radiant footsteps shine;
Ten thousand pleasing wonders rise,
And speak their source divine.
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The living tribes of countless forms,
In earth, and sea, and air.
The meanest flies, the smallest worms,
Almighty pow'r declare.
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Thy wisdom, pow'r, and goodness, Lord,
In all thy works appear:
And, O! let man thy praise record,
Man, thy distinguished care.
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From thee the breath of life he drew;
That breath thy pow'r maintains:
Thy tender mercy, ever new,
His brittle frame sustains.
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