A kingdom is giv'n

Into our Lamb's hand;
In earth and in heav'n
For ever to stand.
Ye finners below

Then truft in the Lord,
Look up to his arm,

His honour, his word;
Athirst for his favour,
His Godhead adore ;
Look up to your Saviour,
And joy evermore.

HYMN LXIX. Firft and fecond Alam.

EEP in the duft, before thy throne, Our guilt and our difgrace we own: Great God, we own th' unhappy name, Whence fprung our nature and our shame. But whilft our fpirits, fill'd with awe, Behold the terrors of thy law,

We fing the honours of thy grace,
That fent to fave our ruin'd race;
We fing thine everlasting Son,
Who join'd our nature to his own:
Adam the fecond from the dust
Raifes the ruins of the first.

Where fin did reign, and death abound,
There have the fons of Adam found
Abounding life; there glorious grace
Reigns through the Lord our righteousness.

ALVATION, O the joyful found!
What pleasure to our ears!

A fov'reign balm for ev'ry wound
A cordial for our fears!

Buried in forrow and in fin
At hell's dark door we lay;
But we arife by grace divine,
To fee a heav'nly day.

Salvation! let the echo fly

The 1pacious earth around; While all the armies of the sky Confpire to raise the found.

HYMN LXXI. Chrift's Victory over Satan.

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ÓSANNA to our conqu❜ring King!
The Prince of Darkness flies;

His troops rufh headlong down to hell,
Like lightning from the skies.

There bound in chains the lions roar,
And fright the refcu'd theep;
But heavy bars confine their pow'r
And malice to the deep.

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Hofanna to our conqu'ring King!
All hail, incarnate love!

Ten thousand fongs and glories wait
To crown thy head above!

Thy vict'ries, and thy deathless fame,
Through the wide world shall run;
And everlafting ages fing

The triumphs thou haft won!

HYMN LXXII. A bleffed Gofpel.
BLEST are the fouls that hear and know
The Gospel's joyful found;
Peace fhall attend the path they go,
And light their steps furround.

Their joy fhall bear their spirits up,
Through their Redeemer's name;
His righteoufnefs exalts their hope,
Nor Satan dares condemn.

The Lord, our glory and defence,
Strength and falvation gives;
Ifrael, thy King for ever reigns,
Thy God for ever lives.

HYMN LXXIII. Before Prayer.

SING

ING to the Lord Jehovah's name,
And in his ftrength rejoice;

When his falvation is our theme,
Exalted be our voice.

With thanks approach his awful fight,
And pfalms of honour fing;

The Lord's a God of boundless might,
The whole creation's king,

Earth, with its caverns dark and deep,
Lies in his fpacious hand;

He fixt the feas what bounds to keep,
And where the hills muft ftand.
Come, and with humble fouls adore,
Come kneel before his face;
May we, the creatures of his pow'r,
Be children of his grace!

HYMN LXXIV.

The Church is God's House and Care. PRAISE ye the Lord, exalt his name, While in his holy courts ye wait; Ye faints that to his house belong, Or ftand attending at his gate. Praise ye the Lord, the Lord is good: To praife his name is fweet employ:" Ifrael he chofe of old, and still His Church is his peculiar joy. Blefs ye the Lord, who tafte his love; People and priests, exalt his name: Amongst his faints he ever dwells, His Church is his Jerufalem.

HYMN LXXV. Praifing God. GIVE thanks to God most high,

The univerfal Lord,

The fov'reign King of Kings,
And be his grace ador'd:

His pow'r and grace are ftill the fame,
And let his name have endless praife

How mighty is his hand,
What wonders hath he done!
He form'd the earth and feas,
And spread the heav'ns alone,
Thy mercy, Lord, fhall still endure;
And ever fure abides thy word.

He saw the nations lie
All perishing in fin;
And pitied the sad state
The ruin'd world was in.

Thy mercy, Lord, shall ftill endure;
And ever fure abides thy word.

He fent his only Son

To fave us from our woe,
From Satan, fin, and death,
And ev'ry hurtful foe.

His pow'r and grace are ftill the fame,
And let his name have endless praife.

HYMN LXXVI. The Same.

FROM all that dwell below the skies
Let the Creator's praife arife;

Let the Redeemer's name be fung
Through ev'ry land, by ev'ry tongue.

Eternal are thy mercies, Lord;
Eternal truth attends thy word:

Thy praife fhall found from fhore to fiore,
Till funs fhall rife and fet no more.