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PART I.-FOR MIXED SCHOOLS.
IX. Redemp:ion: Praise for
Come ye before Him and rejoice.
We are His flock, He doth us feed;
And for His sheep He doth us take.
Praise, laud, and bless His name always,
For it is seemly so to do.
2 He form'd the deeps unknown ;
He gave the seas their bound;
3 Come, worship at His throne;
Come, bow before the Lord :
He form'd us by His word. 4 To-day attend His voice,
Nor dare provoke His rod;
And own your gracious God.
7s & 6s. 1 ME
EET and right it is to sing,
The God of Truth and Grace:
All in one thanksgiving join :
Eternal praise be Thine !
Who chant Thy praise above,
The wings of faith and love :
We extol the slaughter'd Lamb;
Our subject is the same.
Which gave Thy Son to die;
Alike we glorify;
Praise by all to Thee be given,
And earth is turn'd to heaven.
Know that the Lord is God alone,
He can create, and He destroy. 2 His sovereign power, without our aid,
Made us of clay, and form'd us men; And when like wand'ring sheep we stray'd,
He brought us to His fold again. 3 We'll crowd Thy gates with thankful songs,
High as the heavens our voices raise ; And earth, with her ten thousand tongues,
Shall filí Thy courts with sounding praise. 4 Wide as the world is Thy command;
Vast as eternity Thy love ;
When rolling years shall cease to move.
10s & Ils. WORSHIP the King, All glorious above;
Our Shield and Defender, The Ancient of days,
[praise. Pavilion'd in splendour, And girded with 2 tell of His might, O sing of His grace,
Whose robe is the light, Whose canopy space! His chariots of wrath Deep thunder-clouds form,
[storm. And dark is His path On the wings of the 3 Frail children of dust, And feeble as frail,
In Thee do we trust, Nor find Thee to fail : Thy mercies how tender! How firm to the
end! Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend!
4 O measureless Might! Ineffable Love!
While angels delight To hymn Thee above, The humbler creation, Though feeble their
lays, With true adoration Shall lisp to Thy praise. 6.
6-8s 2nd Metre. 1 I'LL "'LL praise my Maker while I've breath;
And when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler powers ; My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last,
Or immortality endures.
And earth, and seas, with all their train;
And none shall find His promise vain. 3 The Lord pours eye-sight on the blind; The Lord supports the fainting mind;
He sends the labouring conscience peace;
And grants the prisoner sweet release.
GOD THE FATHER: BEING AND PERFECTIONS.
L. M. 1 MOD is a Spirit none can see, Go
He ever was, and e'er shall be ; Present where'er His creatures dwell, [hell. Through earth and sea, through heaven and His eyes, with infinite survey,
w all the realms in full display;