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��Not such their joy, when o'er th' Egyptian host, Grlad Miriam danced, to timbrils tinkling sound, And Moses with his people triumph sang; Nor that, when Jordan's fertile banks received Securely their worn feet, their wand'rings past ; Triumphs, though with exulting worthy crown'd, But faint resemblance, to this victory won, And entrance glad to their true Canaan, bear, Which now their voices jubilant employ. Thrice Holy him they sing, the God Triune, Whose name magnificent, in glory shines, And admirable reigns, throughout all space. Who lifts his people, from the gates of death, With mercy and with loving kindness crown'd. The Lord the just One, who hath mercy loved, Whose count'uance is with righteousness illumed; Him they now magnify, his name exalt, And all his goodness, loving kindness sing; Rehearse his conquest, wrought o'er sin and death, His righteousness, and saving might display, And equity and truth, in Israel's house. Joy universal, heart and voice inspires, While trumpets' shrill, and cornets' piercing sounds, Moduled by harps soft melody, unite, To swell the chorus, of their Victor's laud. Mid such glad songs, hosannas loud express' d, Above, their happy hours, serene they spend; Their golden censers wave, with incense fumed, Their crowns of gold, immortal work, on heav'n's Transparent pavement throw, and tow'rds the throne, Adoring, prostrate fall; tow'rds either throne, And, holy, holy, holy, loud entone,

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