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Containing near Three Hundred Sacred Hymns. By Benjamin Keach

Keach, Benjamin (1640-1704)

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PART I. SACRED HYMNS, Setting forth The Glory and excellent Perfections of GOD the FATHER.

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PART II SACRED HYMNS To the Praise of Jesus Christ: In which his transcending Excellencies are set forth.

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The fourth Part.

Sing this as the Hundredth Psalm.

[In thee the Father shines most clear]

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PART III. Containing Sacred Hymns of Praise ON THE Glorious Excellencies of the Holy Ghost, Or Third Person of the blessed Trinity.

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PART IV. Containing SACRED HYMNS Illustrating the glorious Excellencies of God's holy WORD, and blessed Gospel.

PART V. Containing SACRED HYMNS Setting out and illustrating the transcendent Excellencies of the GRACES of the HOLY SPIRIT.

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PART VI. Containing divers SACRED HYMNS, Setting forth The Nature, Work, Office, and Excellencies of the holy Angels, and the Spirit or Soul of Man.

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PART VII. Containing several SACRED HYMNS, Setting forth The Glory of God's CHURCH: Likewise Of Afflictions, the Day of Grace; And of the four last things, viz. Death and Judgment, Heaven and Hell.

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PART VIII. SACRED HYMNS of Praise, on several Occasions: As they have been sung in several Congregations.

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PART IX. Containing part of some Select PSALMS of DAVID.

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4. The fourth Part.

Our hearts the praises must express
Of Juda's glorious Lion;
The sweet and fragrant Flower of Jess
The blessed King of Zion.

To him that on the Throne doth sit,
Oh 'tis his praise alone

That we will sing: O it is fit
We praise the holy One.

Our hearts and tongues should all rejoyce
(Angels in consort sing)
Aloud with a melodious voice,
Praise ye our glorious King;

Whose Head is whiter than the Snow
That's driven with the Wind;
Whose Visage like a flame doth show,
And doth all things confin'd.

And yet he unconfined is,
Magnifie him alone;
What Lover is there like to this,
Sing praise to th'holy One.

Let's raise his Name who hath reveal'd
His sweet eternal love;
Who by his stripes our Souls hath heal'd,
Now is enthron'd above.

Let trumps of praise ascend on high,
Let them be loudly blown;
So that an Eccho pierce the skie
Of praise to th'Three in One.