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2 Of David's royal house, the key
Is borne by that majestic hand ;
Subjected all to his command. 3 He shnts, and worlds might strive, in vai
The mighty obstacles to move,
And who shall shut the gates of love? 4 Fix'd in omnipotence he bears
The glories of his Father's name,
Through ev'ry changing age the same 5 My little all I there suspend, Where the whole weight of heav'n is
And into rapture wake my tongue. 92 L.M. Unchangeable Redeemer.
DODDRIDGE. 1 WITH rev'rence Lord, our souls pro
Th’immortal honours of thy name? Assembled round our Saviour's throne We make his ceaseless glories known,
Through all succeeding ages he
The same his pow'r his flock to guard;
Let nature change, and sink, and die;
He whom I fix my hopes upon!
? The way the holy prophets went-
go for all his paths are peace.
3 This is the way I long have sought,
And mourn'd because I found it not:
4 The more I strove against its pow'r,
I sipn'd and stumbl'd but the more,
5 Lo! glad I come, and thou blest Lamb,
Shall take me to thee, as I am!
6 Then will I tell to sinners round,
What a dear Saviour I have found;
“ Behold the way to God.”
AT Jacob's well a stranger sought
His drooping frame to cheer, Tamaria's daughter little thought
That Jacob's God was near.
This bad she known, her fainting mind,
For richer draughts had sigh'd; Nor bad Messiah ever kind,
Those richer draughts denied.
Britannia’s image shews;
But who the stranger knows?
Or soon ber loss deplore;
Come-drink, and thirst no more, 95 886. Characters of Christ
celebrated. ANON, O could we speak the matchless worth,
O could we sound the glories forth,
Which in our Saviour shine; We'd soar and touch the beav'nly strings, And vie with Gabriel while he sings
In notes almost divine.
Exalted on his throne;
Make all bis glories known.
3 Well-the delightful day will come, When Christ our Lord will bring us bomi
And we shall see his face :
Triumphant in his grace.
PRAISE TO CHRIST.
96 S. M. Exhortation to praise Christ,
To praise the Saviour's name. 2 Sing of his dying love,
Sing of his rising pow'r,
For those whose sins he bore. 3 Sing till we feel our hearts
Ascending with our tongues