'fhe glorified Saints. BAXTER'S · POEMS. You blessed souls at rest, Who see your Saviour's face, Whose glory, e'en the least, · Is far above our grace. God's praises sound, As in his sight, With sweet delight, You do abound. The World. All nations of the earth Extol the world's great King ! With melody and mirth His glol'ious praises sing ; For he still reigns, And .will bring low , The proudest foe That him disdains. _ The Church. Sing forth Jehovah's praise, , Ye saints that on him call! Magnify him always, . His holy churches all! . In him rejoice, And there proclaim His holy name With sounding voice. My Soul. My soul, bear thou thy part, Triumph in God above! With a well-tuned heart, Sing thou the songs of love ! Thou art his own, W}lose precious blood Shed for thy good His love made known . 185
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