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GLORIES OF CHRIST.
4 Praise him, all ye heavenly choirs,
Praise and sweep your golden lyres;
Shont, O earth, in rapturous song,
Let the strains be sweet and strong.
5 Every note with wonder swell;
Sin o’erthrown and captive hell;
Where is hell’s once dreaded king?
Where, O death, thy mortal sting?
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The exalted Saviour.
1 1\ IOW let us raise our cheerful strains,
1 And join the blissful choir above;
There our exalted Saviour reigns,
And there they sing his wondrous love.
2 While seraphs tune th’ immortal song,
O may we feel the sacred flame;
And every heart and every tongue,
Adore the Saviour’s glorious name.
3 Jesus, who once upon the tree
In agonizing pains expired,
Who died for rebels, yes, ’tis he,
How bright, how lovely, how admired!
4 Jesus, who died that we might live,
Died in the wretched traitor’s place;
Oh I what return can mortals give
For such immeasurable grace?
5 Were universal nature ours,
And art, with all her boasted store,
Nature and art, with all their powers,
Would still confess the offering poor.
6 Yet though for bounty so divine,
We ne’er can equal honors raise,
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