ROM all that dwell below the skies,
Let the Creator's praife arife!
Let the Redeemer's name be fung,
Thro' ev'ry land, by ev'ry tongue.
Eternal are thy mercies, Lord,
Eternal truths attend thy word:
Thy praise fhall found from fhore to fhore,
Till funs fhall rife and fet no more!
E dies! the Friend of finners dies!
Lo! Salem's daughters weep around!
A folemn darkness veils the skies,
A fudden trembling shakes the ground!
Come, faints, and drop a tear or two,
For him who groan'd beneath your load!
He fhed a thousand drops for you;
A thousand drops of richer blood!
Here's love and grief beyond degree,
The Lord of glory dies for men!
But lo! what fudden joys we fee!
Jefus the dead revives again!
The rifing God forfakes the tomb!
(The tomb in vain forbids his rife !).
Cherubic legions guard him home,
And fhout him welcome to the skies!
Break off your tears, ye faints, and tell
How high our great Deliv'rer reigns!
Sing how he fpoil'd the hofts of hell,
And led the monster death in chains;
Say, Live for ever, wond'rous King!
"Born to redeem, and ftrong to fave!
Then ask the monfter-"Where's thy fting?
And, where's thy victory, boafting grave?"
HYMN.-Praise to Christ Jesus.
NOME, let us join our chearful fongs
With angels round the throne;
Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,
But all their joys are one.
Worthy the Lamb that dy'd, they cry,
To be exalted thus!
Worthy the Lamb, our hearts reply,
For he was flain for us!
Jefus is worthy to receive
Honor and pow'r divine;
And bleffings more than we can give,
Be, Lord, for ever thine!
The whole creation join in one,
To blefs the facred name
Of him that fits upon the throne,
And to adore the Lamb.
HYMN.-Christmas.
IFT up your heads in joyful hope,
Salute the happy morn;
Each heav'nly power
Proclaims the glad hour;
Lo, Jefus the Savior is born!
All glory be to God on high,
To him all praise is due;
The promife is feal'd
The Savior reveal'd,
And proves that the record is true.
Let joy around like rivers flow,
Flow on and still increase ;
Spread o'er the glad earth
At Jefus's birth,
For heav'n and earth are at peace.
Now the good will of heav'n is fhewn
Tow'rds Adam's helpless race;
MESSIAH is come
To ransom his own,
To fave them by infinite grace.
Then let us join the heavens above,
Where hymning feraphs fing;-
Join all the glad powers,
For their Lord is ours,
Our Prophet, our Prieft, and our King.
HYMN.-For Spiritual Health.
SON of God, thy bleffing grant,
Still fupply my every want;
Tree of life thine influence fhed,
With thy fap my spirit feed.
Tend'reft branch, alas! am I;
Wither without thee, and die;
Weak as helpless infancy,
O confirm my foul in thee!
Unfuftain'd by thee, I fall;
Send the ftrength for which I call!
Weaker than a bruifed reed,
Help I ev'ry moment need.
All my hopes on thee depend,
Love me, fave me to the end!
Still preferve me by thy grace;
Take the everlasting praise.
W. Rawfon, Printer,
Lowgate, Hull.
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