5. Father of Jesus! love's reward! What rapture will it be, and LYRA CATH. gaze on Thee! 1. Go, tune thy voice to sacred song, Éxert thy noblest power, Amid life's fleeting hours. That flame of heavenly birth? The trifling toys of earth. That cost a Saviour's blood ? O sing the praise of God! That man might be forgiven; The God of earth and heaven. 557. C. M. Your great Deliverer sing, Be joyful in your King. Through all the blissful road, And see your smiling God. 3. Bright garlands of immortal joy Shall bloom on every head; Like shadows, all are fled. Pursue His footsteps still; While laboring up the hill.. DODDRIDGE. 1. Come, ye that love the Saviour's name, And joy to make it known, And bow before His throne. With glories all divine; How bright those glories shine. The beauties of our King, And with their voice to sing, When heaven and earth shall raise, To celebrate Thy praise. MRS. STEELE. 1. Come, let us lift our joyful eyes Up to the courts above, Upon a throne of love. And venture near the Lord; 3. The peaceful gates of heavenly bliss Are opened by the Son; And reach the almighty throne. Great Advocate on high, Who lays His anger by. WATTS. 1. Ye lands and isles of every sea, Rejoice-the Saviour reigns; And mountains melt to plains. 2. His presence sinks the proudest hills, And makes the valleys rise; The haughty sinner dies. The idol-gods around And totter to the ground. 4. Adoring angels at His birth Make the Redeemer known; And angels guard His throne. And hills and seas retire; And leave the world on fire. 6. The seeds of joy and glory sown, For saints in darkness here, And a rich harvest bear. WATTS. 561. 1. HOSANNA to the Prince of light, That clothed Himself in clay; And tore the bars away. And to His Father flies, And triumph in His eyes. And scatters blessings down; Of the celestial throne. To reach His bless'd abode; To our incarnate God. Your sweetest voices raise; Sound our Immanuel's praise. WATTS. 1. O FOR a thousand tongues to sing My dear Redeemer's praise- The triumphs of His grace! Assist me to proclaim, The honors of Thy name. That bids our sorrows cease ; 'Tis life, and health, and peace. 4. He breaks the power of reigning sin; He sets the prisoner free; His blood availed for me. C. WESLEY. 563. C. M. Or to defend His cause; The glory of His cross. His name is all my trust; Nor let my hope be lost. And He can well secure Till the decisive hour. Before His Father's face, Appoint my soul a place. WATTS. 1. AWAKE, my soul, stretch every nerve, press with vigor on: And an immortal crown. 2. A cloud of witnesses around Hold thee in full survey ; And onward urge thy way. 3. 'Tis God's all-animating voice, That calls thee from on high; To thine aspiring eye. |