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1. All hail the pow'r of Je-sus' name, Let angels prostrate fall; Bring 2. Ye cho-sen seed of Israel's race, A remnant weak and small, Hail

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HYMNS FOR "CORONATION.”

Prince of Peace. VILL. HYMNS. [76

Let saints on earth their anthems raise,
Who taste the Saviour's grace;
Let heathen too proclaim his praise,
And crown him "Prince of peace."

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The Advent of Christ. DODDRIDGE,

Hark, the glad sound! the Saviour comes,
The Saviour promised long:
Let every heart prepare a throne,
And every voice a song.

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He comes, the prisoners to release,
In Satan's bondage held;
The gates of brass before him burst,
The iron fetters yield.

3

He comes, the broken heart to bind,
The bleeding soul to cure;
And, with the treasures of his grace,
T'enrich the humble poor.

WESLEY. 77

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2 No mortal can with him compare
Among the sons of men:
Fairer is He than all the fair
Who fill the heavenly train.

3 He saw me plunged in deep distress, And flew for my relief;

For me he bore the shameful cross,
And carried all my grief.

4 To him I owe my life, and breath,
And all the joys I have;
He makes me triumph over death,
And saves me from the grave.
5 Since from his bounty I receive

Such proofs of love divine,
Had I a thousand hearts to give,
Lord, they would all be thine.

STENNETT.

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1 Lord, what a wretched land is this, That yields us no supply,

No cheering fruits, no wholesome trees,
No streams of living joy?

2 Our journey is a thorny maze;
But we march upward still;
Forget these troubles of the ways,
And reach at Zion's hill.

3 There, on a green and flowery mount.
Our weary souls shall sit-
And with transporting joy recount
The labors of our feet.

4 Eternal glory to the King,

Whose hand conducts us through; Our tongues shall never cease to sing And endless praise renew.

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2 Might I enjoy the meanest place
Within thy house, O God of grace,
Not tents of ease, nor thrones of power,
Should tempt my feet to leave thy door.
3 God is our sun-he makes our day;
God is our shield-he guards our way
From all th' assaults of hell and sin;
From foes without and foes within.

4 All needful grace will God bestow,
And crown that grace with glory too:
He gives us all things, and withholds
No real good from upright souls.

5 O God, our King, whose sovereign sway
The glorious host of heaven obey,
Display thy grace, exert thy power,
Till all on earth thy name adore.

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