150 PSALM 150. VERSION I.

C. M.

N God's own house pronounce His praise,
His grace He there reveals;

To heaven your joy and wonder raise,
For there His glory dwells.

2 Let all your sacred passions move
While you rehearse His deeds;
But the great work of saving love
Your highest praise exceeds.

3 All that have motion, life, and breath
Proclaim your Maker bless'd;
Yet when my voice expires in death,
My soul shall praise Him best.

Isaac Watts, 1719. 150 PSALM 150. VERSION II. L. M.

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PRAISE the Lord in that blest place,
From whence His goodness largely flows!
Praise Him in heaven, where He His face
Unveil'd in perfect glory shows!

2 Praise Him for all the mighty acts
Which He in our behalf has done!
His kindness this return exacts,
With which our praise should equal run.
3. Let all that vital breath enjoy,
The breath He does to them afford
In just returns of praise employ:
Let every creature praise the Lord!

Tate and Brady, 1696.

HYMNS.

THE ADORABLE TRINITY IN

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152

1

UNITY.

Min every time and place,

EET and right it is to sing,

In

Glory to our heavenly King,

The God of truth and grace.
Join we then with sweet accord,
All in one thanksgiving join!
Holy, Holy, Holy Lord,

Eternal praise be Thine.

2 Father, God, Thy love we praise,
Which gave Thy Son to die;
Jesus, full of truth and grace,
Alike we glorify:
Spirit, Comforter divine,
Praise by all to Thee be given,
Till we in full chorus join,

And earth is turn'd to heaven.

7.6.

Charles Wesley, 1749.

L. M.

LESS'D be the Father, and His love,

1BLE

To whose celestial source we owe

Rivers of endless joy above,

And rills of comfort here below.

2 Glory to Thee, great Son of God!
From whose dear wounded body rolls
A precious stream of vital blood,
Pardon and life for dying souls.

3 We give Thee, sacred Spirit, praise,
Who in our hearts of sin and woe
Makes living springs of

grace arise And into boundless glory flow.

4 Thus God the Father, God the Son,
And God the Spirit, we adore;

That sea of life and love unknown,
Without a bottom or a shore.

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Isaac Watts, 1709.

L. M.

PRA

RAISE God, from whom all blessings flow,
Praise Him all creatures here below,

Praise Him above, ye heavenly host,

Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

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Thomas Ken, 1697.

C. M.

ALORY to God, the Father's naine,
Who, from our sinful race,
Chose out His favourites to proclaim
The honours of His grace.

2 Glory to God the Son be paid,
Who dwelt in humble clav,
And, to redeem us from the dead,
Gave His own life away.

3 Glory to God the Spirit give,
From whose almighty power
Our souls their heavenly birth derive,
And bless the happy hour.

4 Glory to God that reigns above,
Th' eternal Three in One,

Who by the wonders of His love
Has made His nature known.

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Isaac Watts, 1709.

10.10.11.11.

IVE glory to God, ye children of men, And publish abroad, again and again, The Son's glorious merit, the Father's free grace, The gift of the Spirit, to Adam's lost race.

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Joseph Hart, 1762.

1 YLORY to the Almighty Father,
Fountain of eternal love,

Who, His wandering sheep to gather,
Sent a Saviour from above.

2 To the Son all praise be given,

Who with love unknown before,
Left the bright abode of heaven,
And our sins and sorrows bore.
3 Equal strains of warm devotion
Let the Spirit's praise employ,
Author of each holy motion,
Source of wisdom, peace, and joy.

8.7.

4 Thus while our glad hearts ascending
Glorify Jehovah's name,

Heavenly songs with ours are blending,
There the theme is still the same.

William Hiley Bathurst, 1831.

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148th.

Him that chose us first,

Before the world began;

To Him that bore the curse

To save rebellious man;

To Him that form'd our hearts anew,
Is endless praise and glory due.

The Father's love shall run

Through our immortal songs;
We bring to God the Son

Hosannas on our tongues;
Our lips address the Spirit's name
With equal praise, and zeal the same.

3 Let every saint above,

And angel round the throne,

For ever bless and love

The sacred Three in One:

Thus heaven shall raise His honours high,
When earth and time grow old and die.

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Isaac Watts, 1709.

8.7. Double.

OR Thy free electing favour,
Thee, O Father, we adore!
Jesus, our atoning Saviour,
Thee we worship evermore!