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Ascribing salvation
To Jesus our King.

3 Salvation to God

Who sits on the throne

Let all cry aloud

And honor the Son:
Our Jesus' praises

The angels proclaim;
Fall down on their faces
And worship the Lamb.

4 Then let us adore,

And give him his right;
All glory and power,
And wisdom and might;
All honor and blessing,
With angels above;
And thanks never ceasing,
And infinite love.

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1 SAINTS, with pious zeal attending,
Now a grateful tribute raise;
Solemn songs to heaven ascending,
Join the universal praise.

2 Round Jehovah's footstool kneeling,
Lowly bend with contrite souls;
Here his milder grace revealing,
Here his wrath no thunder rolls.

3 Every secret fault confessing,

Deed unrighteous, thought of sin,
Seize, O seize the proffered blessing,
Grace from God and peace within.

Wilmot.

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4 Heart and voice with rapture swelling,
Still the song of glory raise;
On the theme immortal dwelling,
Join the universal praise.

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1 BEING of beings, God of love!
To thee our hearts we raise;
Thy all-sustaining power we prove,
And gladly sing thy praise.

Thine, wholly thine, we want to be;
Our sacrifice receive;

Made, and preserved, and saved by thee,
To thee ourselves we give.

8 Come, Holy Ghost, the Saviour's love
Shed in our hearts abroad;
So shall we ever live and move,
And be with Christ in God.

THE SCRIPTURES.

Newton.

18. 8.7.

The Bible a Treasure.

Westborough

I PRECIOUS Bible! what a treasure
Does the word of God afford!

All I want for life or pleasure,

Food and med'cine, shield and sword.

Let the world account me poor,
Having this, I want no more.

2 Food to which the world's a stranger,
Here my hungry soul enjoys;
Of excess there is no danger,
Though it fills, it never cloys:
On a dying Christ I feed,
He is meat and drink indeed!

3 In the hour of dark temptation
Satan cannot make me yield;
For the word of consolation
Is to me a mighty shield;
While the Scripture truths are sure,
From his malice I'm secure.

4 Shall I envy thee, thou miser,
Doating on thy golden store?
Sure I am, I should be wiser,
I am rich, 'tis he is poor.
Jesus gives me in his word,

Food and med'cine, shield and sword.

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The Bible mine. 2 Tim. iii. 16.

1 HOLY Bible! Book divine!
Precious treasure, thou art mine;
Mine to tell me whence I came,
Mine to teach me what I am;
2 Mine to chide me when I rove,
Mine to show a Saviour's love,
Mine to guide my willing feet,
Mine to judge, condemn, acquit;
a Mine to comfort in distress,
If the Holy Spirit bless;

Mine to show by living faith,
Man can triumph over death;
4 Mine to tell of joys to come,
And the rebel sinner's doom:
O! thou holy Book divine,
Precious treasure, thou art mine!

20. 12.11.

The Family Bible.

Scotland.

1 HOW painfully pleasing the fond recollection Of youthful emotions and innocent joy, When blest with parental advice and affection, Surrounded with mercies-with peace from on high.

I still view the chair of my sire and my mother, The seats of their offspring as ranged on each hand,

And that richest book which excels ev'ry other, That family Bible which lay on the stand. The old fashioned Bible, the dear blessed Bible, The family Bible, that lay on the stand.

2 That Bible, the volume of God's inspiration,

At morn and at evening could yield us delight, The prayer of our sire was a sweet invocation, For mercy by day, and for safety through night. Our hymns of thanksgiving with harmony swelling,

All warm from the heart of a family band, Half raised us from earth to that rapturous dwelling,

Described in the Bible that lay on the stand.
The old fashioned Bible, &c.

3 Ye scenes of tranquillity, long have we parted, My hopes almost gone, and my parents no more;

In sorrow and sadness I live broken hearted,
And wander unknown on a far distant shore,
Yet how can I doubt a dear Saviour's protection,
Forgetful of gifts from his bountiful hand
Oh! let me with patience receive his correction,
And think of the Bible that lay on the stand.
The old fashioned Bible, &c.

Maxwell's Col. 21. L. M.

Uxbridge.

Delight in the Scriptures. Ps. cxix. 72.
1 I LOVE the sacred book of God;
No other can its place supply:
It points me to the saints' abode,
And lifts my joyful thoughts on high.
2 Blest book! in thee my eyes discern
The image of my absent Lord :
From thine instructive page I learn
The joys his presence will afford.
3 But while I'm here, thou shalt supply
His place, and tell me of his love:
I'll read with faith's discerning eye,
And thus partake of joys above.

22. L.M.

Reading the Scriptures. Ps. cxix. 43.

Eaton.

1 GREAT God! oppressed with grief and fear,
I take thy book and hope to find
Some gracious word of promise there,
To soothe the sorrows of my mind.

2 I turn the sacred volume o'er,

And search with care from page to page;
Of threat'nings find an ample store,

But naught that can my grief assuage.

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