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MOUNT ZION. Ils & 8s.


1. The Lord is great! ye hosts of heaven, a-dore Him, And ye who tread this earthly ball;

In ho - ly songs re-joice a - loud before Him, And shout His praise who made you all.

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1. O, WORSHIP the King all-glorious above,

DOXOLOGY. lls & 88. And gratefully sing His wonderful love Our Shield and Defender, tho Ancient of All praiso to the Father, all praise to the Son Days,

All praise to the Spirit, thrice blest, Pavilioned in splendor, and girded with The Holy, Eternal, Supreme Threo in One, praise.

Was, is, and shall be still addressed. * Sung to Lyons.



1. Angels! as-sist to sing The honors of your God ; Touch every tune-ful string,


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And sound his name abroad : Come, pour the trembling notes along, And swell the grand, immortal song.

2. Let every creature join

To celebrate His name,
And all their various powers

Assist th' exalted theme :
Let nature raise, from every tongue,
A general song of grateful praise.

167. II. M. 1. ANGELS! assist to sing

The honors of your God;
Touch every tuneful string,

And sound His name abroad:
Come, pour the trembling notes along,
And swell the grand immortal song.
2. And ye of meaner birth!

Your joyful voices raise;
Inhabitants of earth!

Your great Creator praise :
Let your hosannas joyful rise,
And shake the earth, and pierce the skies.
3. Let day and dusky night,

In solemn order, join
His praises to recite,

And speak His power divine :
Let every hill and every vale
Re-echo with the sacred tale.
4. Let every creature sing

The honors of our God;
Touch every tuneful string,

And spread His praise abroad :
Come, pour the trembling notes along;
And swell the universal song.


3. But oh! from human tongues

Should nobler praises flow;
And every thankful heart

With warm devotion glow :
Your voices raise above the rest ;
Ye highly blest! declare His praise.
4. Assist me, gracious God!

My heart, my voice inspire;
Then shall I grateful join

The universal choir:
Thy grace can raise my heart, my tongue,
And tune my song to lively praise.


168. H. M. 1. To your Creator, God,

Your great Preserver, raise,
Ye creatures of His hand,

Your highest notes of praise : Let every voice proclaim His power, His name adore, and loud rejoice.

169. H. M. 1. In Zion's sacred gates,

Let hymns of praise begin,
Where acts of faith and love,

In ceaseless beauty, shine:
In mercy there, while God is known,
Before His throne with songs appear.
2. The trumpet's martial voice,

The timbrel's softer sound,
The organ's solemn peal,

His praises shall resound:
To swell the song, with highest joy,
Let man employ bis tuneful tongue.


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be his name a-dored : Thy mercy, Lord! Shall still en-dure , And ev-er sure Abides Thy word.

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170. H. M.

1. GIVE thanks to God most high,

The universal Lord,
The sovereign King of kings;

And be Ilis name adored:
Thy mercy, Lord! shall still endure;
And ever sure abides Thy word.

2. How mighty is llis hand !

What wonders Ho hath done!
He formed the earth and seas,

And spread the heavens alone:
His power and grace are still the same;
And let His name have endless praise.

3. He saw the nations lie

All perishing in sin;
And pitied the sad state

The ruined world was in:
Thy mercy, Lord! shall still endure:
And ever sure abides Thy word.

171. H. M. 1. IN sweet exalted strains,

The King of glory praise;
O'er heaven and earth He reigns,

Through everlasting days:
He, at His will the world controls,
Sustains or sinks the distant poles.
2. To earth He bends His throne-

Ilis 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.

B. FRANCIS 172. II. M. 1. The promises I sing,

Which sovereign love hath spoke;
Nor will th' eternal King

His words of grace revoke:
They stand secure and steadfast still;
Nor Zion's hill abides so sure.
2. The mountains melt away,

When once the Judge appears;
And sun and moon decay

That measure mortal years ;
But still the same, in radiant lines,
The promise shines through all the flame.
3. Their harmony shall sound

Through my attentive ears,
When thunders cleave the ground

And dissipate the spheres;
Mid all the shock of that dread scene,
I stand serene—Thy word my rock.


4. He sent His only Son

To save us from our woe,
From Satan, sin, and death,

And every hurtful foe:
His power and grace are still the same:
And let His name have endless praiso.

5. Give thanks aloud to God,

To God, the heavenly King;
And let the spacious earth

His works and glories sing:
Thy mercy, Lord! shall still endure;
And ever sure abides Thy word.



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P 1. God is the ref- uge of his saints When storms of sharp distress in - vado; d


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1. God is the refuge of His saints

When storms of sharp distress invade; Ere we can offer our complaints,

Behold Him present with His aid.

2. Let mountains from their seats be hurled

Down to the deep, and buried there, Convulsions shake the solid world

Our faith shall never yield to fear.

1. Up to the hills I lift mine eyes,

Th' eternal hills beyond the skies;
Thence all her help my soul derives,

There my Almighty refuge lives.
2. He lives—the everlasting God

That built the world, that spread the flood;
The heavens with all their hosts He made,

And the dark regions of the dead.
3. Ile guides our feet, he guards our way;

His morning smiles bless all the day:
He spreads the evening vail, and keeps
The silent hours, while Israel sleeps.

3. Loud may the troubled ocean roar;

In sacred peace our souls abide; While every nation, every shore,

Trembles and dreads the swelling tide.

4. Israel, a name divinely blest,

May rise secure, securely rest;
Thy holy guardian's wakeful eyes
Admit no slumber, nor surprise.

4. There is a stream whose gentle flow

Supplies the city of our God,
Life, love, and joy, still gliding through,

And watering our divine abode.

5. That sacred stream, Thine holy word,

Our grief allays, our fear controls; Sweet peace Thy promises afford,

And give new strength to fainting souls.

5. No sun shall smite thy head by day;

Nor the pale moon with sickly ray
Shall blast thy couch ; no baleful star

Dart his malignant fire so far.
6. Should earth and hell with malico burn,

Still thou shalt go, and still return,
Safe in the Lord ; His heavenly caro

Defends thy life from every snare.
7. On thee foul spirits have no power ;

And, in thy last departing hour,
Angels, that trace the airy road,
Shall bear thee homeward to thy God.


6. Zion enjoys her Monarch's love,

Secure against a threatening hour;
Nor can her firm foundation move,
Built on His truth, and armed with


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