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HYMN XLII. ANOTHER.

[Glory, and thanks, and love]

Glory, and thanks, and love,
And everlasting praise
Ascribe to God, who reigns above,
Supreme in power and grace;

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To His co-equal Son,
The dear-bought sinners' Friend,
Jesus, who freely loves His own,
And loves them to the end.
To God the Comforter,
The earnest and the seal,
The witness of our sonship here,
The gift unspeakable:
To the great triune God
Be ceaseless honours given,
Till Christ, descending on the cloud,
Turns all our earth to heaven.
He bids us now partake
Our fellow-servant's bliss,
Whose soul returns in safety back
From life's tempestuous seas,
Who driven and toss'd no more,
No more o'erwhelm'd, oppress'd,
Claps his glad wings, escaped to shore,
To the Redeemer's breast.
He sees the trial past,
He leaves the storm behind.
To his triumphant Head at last
Inseparably join'd:
Shout all the hosts above,
When Jesus saith, “Well done,”
And deigns His servant's faith to' approve,
And seats him on the throne.
Thanks be to God who gave
The victory and the prize!
Join, all who own His power to save,
The triumph of the skies!

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The church of the first-born,
To them by faith we come,
And conquerors of the world return
To our celestial home.
We know in whom we trust,
We haste to His embrace,
Mix'd with the spirits of the just,
The perfected in grace;
Their ripest joy to share,
Exulting we ascend,
And grasp our old companions there,
And our eternal Friend.