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444 The Book of Praise,
He shows His prints of love; They kindle to a flame, And sound, through all the worlds above, The slaughter'd Lamb !
The whole triumphant host Give thanks to God on high ; w Hail! Father, Son, and Holy Ghost C They ever cry: Hail! Abraham's God, and mine ! I join the heavenly lays ; All might and majesty are Thine, And endless praise!
Thomas Olivers. 1772,
Rev. vii. 9—17.
I saw, and lo ! a countless throng, Th' elect of every nation, name, and tongue, Assembled round the everlasting Throne ;
With robes of white endued,
The Righteousness of God ;
And each a palm sustain'd
In his victorious hand ; When thus the bright melodious choir begun f
" Salvation to Thy Name, " Eternal God, and co -eternal Lamb ! " In power, in glory, and in Essence, One !"
So sung the Saints. Th' Angelic train Second the anthem with a loud Amen : (These in the outer circle stood, The Saints were nearest God;)