Proclaim salvation from the Lord,
For wretched dying men;
His fingers wrote the sacred word
With an immortal pen.

Engrav'd as in eternal brass

The mighty promise shines;

Nor can the powers of darkness 'rase
Those everlasting lines.

O might I hear thine heavenly tongue
But whisper" Thou art mine!"

Those gentle words should raise my song
To notes almost divine.

How would my leaping heart rejoice,
To think my heaven secure!

I trust the all-creating voice,
And faith desires no more.

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Helmsley.

BREATHE in praise of your Creator,

Every soul his honour raise;

Magnify the Lord of nature,

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Magnify the God of grace :
Hallelujah!

Fill the universe with praise.

Denbigh.

FROM all that dwell below the skies,
Let the Creator's praise arise;

Let the Redeemer's name be sung,
Through every land by every tongue.
Eternal are thy mercies, Lord;

Eternal truth attends thy word :

Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, 'Till suns shall rise and set no more.

BLESS, O my soul, the living God;
Call home thy thoughts that rove abroad ;
Let all the powers within me join
In work and worship so divine.

Bless, O my soul, the God of grace;

His favours claim thy highest praise :
Why should the wonders he hath wrought,
Be lost in silence and forgot?

'Tis he, my soul, that sent his Son
To die for crimes which thou hast done;
He owns the ransom, and forgives

The hourly follies of our lives.

The vices of the mind he heals,

And cures the pains which nature feels:
Redeems the soul from hell, and saves
Our wasting life from threat'ning graves.
His pow'r he shew'd by Moses' hands,
And gave to Israel his commands:
But sent his truth and mercy down
To all the nations by his Son.

Let the whole earth his pow'r confess,
Let the whole earth adore his grace :
The Gentile with the Jew shall join,
In work and worship so divine.

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America.

O FOR a shout of sacred joy
To God the sov❜reign king!
Let every land their tongues employ,
And hymns of triumph sing.

Jesus, our God, ascends on high;

His heavenly guards, around,
Attend him rising through the sky,
With trumpet's joyful sound.

While angels shout and praise their king,
Let mortals learn their strains;
Let all the earth his honours sing ;
O'er all the earth he reigns.

Rehearse his praise with awe profound,
Let knowledge lead the song;
Nor mock him with a solemn sound,
Upon a thoughtless tongue.

In Israel stood his ancient throne,
He loved that chosen race;
But now he calls the world his own,
And heathens taste his grace.

The British islands are the Lord's;
There Abraham's God is known;

While pow'rs and princes, shields and swords Submit before his throne.

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New Court.

TO God the great, the ever blest,
Let songs of honour be addrest;
His mercy firm for ever stands;

Give him the thanks his love demands.

Who knows the wonders of thy ways?
Who shall fulfil thy boundless praise?
Blest are the souls that fear thee still,
And pay their duty to thy will.
Remember what thy mercy did
To Jacob's race, thy chosen seed
And with the same salvation bless
The meanest suppliant of thy grace.
O may I see thy tribes rejoice,

And aid their triumphs with my voice;
This is my glory, Lord, to be

Join'd to thy saints and near to thee.

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TO our almighty Maker, God,
New honours be address'd;

Sydenham.

His great salvation shines abroad,
And makes the nations blest.

He spake the word to Abraham first,
His truth fulfils the grace :

The Gentiles make his name their trust,
And learn his righteousness.

Let the whole earth his love proclaim,
With all her different tongues;

And spread the honours of his name
In melody and songs.

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Otford.

SWEET is the memory of thy grace,
My God, my heavenly King;

Let age to age thy righteousness
In sounds of glory sing.

God reigns on high, but not confines

His goodness to the skies;

Through the whole earth his bounty shines,

And every want supplies.

With longing eyes thy creatures wait,

On thee for daily food;

Thy liberal hand provides their meat,
And fills their mouths with good.

How kind are thy compassions, Lord!
How slow thine anger moves!
But soon he sends his pardoning word,
To cheer the souls he loves.

Creatures with all their endless race,
Thy power and praise proclaim,