He lives and reigns on high, Who bought us with his blood, Enthroned above the farthest sky, Our Saviour, God. Proclaim the lofty praise Of Him who once was slain, When shall I see the day That ends my tears and woes? But now is risen, through endless days, When shall I final victory gain To live and reign; He lives and reigns on high, Who bought us with his blood, Enthroned above the farthest sky, Our Saviour, God. The Son of God adore; Ye ransomed, spread his fame; With joy and gladness, evermore Laud his great name; Let every tongue confess That Jesus Christ is Lord, All honor, power, and praise, With hosts seraphic, glad, we raise The sacred song:"Worthy the Lamb," they cry, "That on the cross was slain, But now, ascended up on high, He lives to reign." He lives to bless and save The souls redeemed by grace, And rescue from the dreary grave His chosen race; And soon we hope, above, A louder strain to sing, With all our powers to praise and love Our Saviour, King. Sarah Boardman Judson, 1803-1845. O'er all my foes? When will the trumpet sound The crown of glory bright, In yonder realms of cloudless light, Oh, may I faithful prove, And keep the prize in view, And steadfast thro' the storms of life, My way pursue. Jesus, be thou my Guide, My pilgrim steps attend, Be thou my Shield and Sun, My Saviour and my Guard, And when my work on earth is done, My great Reward. Oh, how I long to see That happy, happy day, When sorrow, sighing, sin, and pain, Shall flee away. When all the heavenly tribes Shall find their long-sought home; The promised jubilee of heaven, When will it come? Unknown, cir. 1840. Arr. H., 1886 Fight the Good Fight of Faith. 1271 I have set thee a watchman. Ezek. xxxiii. 7. 1271-1274 S. M. With rage that never ends, Hark, how the watchmen cry, All stained with hallowed blood. To all the nations call: Let all to Jesus' cross draw nigh! Ye who his call obey, Behold the banner spread To cover in the evil day His faithful soldier's head: Put on, beneath this standard fight, Go up with Christ your Head; Your Captain's footsteps see; Follow your Captain, and be led certain victory. An power to him is given; He ever reigns the same; Salvation, happiness, and heaven Are all in Jesus name. From strength to strength go on, In all his soldiers, "Come;" Till Christ the Lord descend from high, May purge our souls from sense and sin, We would no longer lie Like slaves beneath the throne; S. M. Our faith shall Abba, Father! cry, And thou shalt wear this glorious wreath, And thou shalt reign with me. Angels your march oppose, Our secret, sworn, eternal foes, 1275-1276 Behold, I Bring You Good Gidings. 10 Psalm cxlv. 5. I love to tell the story Of unseen things above; I love to tell the story; I love to tell the story; It did so much for me! I love to tell the story; 'Tis pleasant to repeat What seems, each time I tell it, More wonderfully sweet. You a torblos Insha I love to tell the story, quote all For those who know it best Kate Hankey, ab. 1865. 12761 CHORUS. 78, 6s. S While all heaven's hosts adore Thee, H., 1886. 1277 Who is This King of Glory? Who have fled for refuge. Heb. vi. 18. 7s & 6s. By many sorrows burdened, Weighed down by sin and guilt, My soul hath fled to Jesus, Whose blood for me was spilt; And in his boundless mercy My heart hath found repose Oh, refuge of the weary, And in his love find rest. When Satan would affright me, And trust his mighty arm. My house, though small and lowly, It dreads no tempest's shock; Strong in my mighty refuge, I meet the loving eye All power and love unite; And rest, and joy, and peace; His smile, like summer sunshine, Bids doubt and anguish cease. 1277-1278 And make our sorrows cease; All hail, thou King of glory, And walk the streets of gold. Low at his footstool fall, With singing go before him, And crown him Lord of all. Behold, behold, He cometh! At midnight sounds the cry; Ye virgins, rise to meet him, The bridegroom draweth nigh: Oh, let your lamps be burning, Oh, watch, and wait, and sing, Till Christ, from heaven returning, The crown of life shall bring. H., 1880. Then palms of victo-ry, Crowns of glo- ry, Palms of victory we shall bear. Yes, palms of vic-to-ry, Crowns of glo- ry, Palms of vic-to-ry we shall bear. 2 The summer sun was beaming, The sweat was on his brow; His raiment was all dusty, And his step was very slow. Still he kept pressing forward, For he was wending home, And he shouted as he journeyed, "Deliverance will come!" 3 The songsters in the arbors His watchword being "Onward!" 4 I saw him in the evening, And reached the valé below. His Elder Brother met him His journey it was doneAnd he shouted, as it ended, "Deliverance will come!" 5 IIis eyes were dim and heavy, And closed the blinds around him, 6 Hope made for him a pillow, Till Christ his home prepare. 7 Then I heard the song of triumph J. B. Matthias, cir. 1820. Charles T. Catlin, cir. 1845? |