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HYMN 99. S.M.
The gospel Ministry. (cont.)
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The Lord makes bare his arm
Thro' all the earth abroad;
Let ev'ry nation now behold
Their Saviour and their God.
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HYMN 100. P.M.
At the forming of a Church.
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GREAT Father of mankind,
We bless that wondrous grace,
Which could for Gentiles find
Within thy courts a place;
How kind the care our God displays,
For us to raise a house of prayer!
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Tho' once estranged far,
We now approach the throne;
For Jesus brings us near,
And makes our cause his own:
Strangers no more, to thee we come,
And find our home, and rest secure.
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To thee our souls we join,
And love thy sacred name;
No more our own, but thine,
We triumph in thy claim:
Our Father King, thy cov'nant grace
Our souls embrace, thy titles sing.
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Here in thy house we feast
On dainties all divine;
And while such sweets we taste,
With joy our faces shine:
Incense shall rise from flames of love,
And God approve the sacrifice.
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May all the nations throng
To worship in thy house!
And thou attend the song,
And smile upon their vows:
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HYMN 100. P.M.
At the forming of a Church. (cont.)
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Indulgent still, till earth conspire
To join the choir on Zion's hill.
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HYMN 101. P.M.
On opening a place of worship.
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IN sweet exalted strains,
The King of glory praise;
O'er heav'n and earth he reigns,
Thro' everlasting days:
He, with a nod, the world controls,
Sustains or sinks the distant poles.
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To earth he bends his throne,
His throne of grace divine;
Wide is his bounty known,
And wide his glories shine:
Fair Salem, still his chosen rest,
Is with his smiles and presence blest.
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Then, King of glory, come,
And with thy favour crown
This Temple as thy dome,
This people as thine own:
Beneath this roof, O! deign to show
How God can dwell with men below.
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Here may thine ears attend
Our interceding cries;
And grateful praise ascend
All fragrant to the skies:
Here may thy word melodious sound,
And spread the joys of heav'n around.
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Here, may th' attentive throng
Imbibe thy truth and love;
And converts join the song
Of Seraphim above:
And willing crowds surround thy board
With sacred joy, and sweet accord.
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