485. Desiring to praise Christ. Isaiah xlii, 10—17.

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(P. M.)

WHAT shall I do my Saviour to praise! So faithful and true, so plenteous in grace; So strong to deliver, so good to redeem The weakest believer that hangs upon him!

2 How happy the man whose heart is set free, The people that can be joyful in thee! Their joy is to walk in the light of thy face, And still they are talking, of Jesu's grace. 3 Their daily delight shall be in thy name, They shall as their right thy righteousness claim: Thy righteousness wearing, and cleans'd by thy blood,

Bold shall they appear in the presence of God. 4 For thou art their boast, their glory, and power; And I also trust to see the glad hour;

My soul's new creation, a life from the dead, The day of salvation, that lifts up my head. 5 Yes, Lord, I shall see the bliss of thine own; Thy secret to me shall soon be made known: For sorrow and sadness I joy shall receive, And share in the gladness of all that believe.

486. A Song of Praise to the Saviour. Rev. xv. 3.

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(S. M.)

AWAKE, and sing the song

Of Moses and the Lamb;

Wake, every heart and every tongue,
To praise the Saviour's name.

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Sing of his dying love,
Sing of his rising pow'r;
Sing how he intercedes above,

For those whose sins he bore.

8 Sing till we feel our hearts
Ascending with our tongues;
Sing till the love of sin departs,
And grace inspires our songs.

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Soon shall we hear him say,
"Ye blessed children, come;"
Soon will he call us hence away,
And take his wanderers home.

There shall our raptur'd tongue
His endless praise proclaim;
And sweeter voices tune the song
Of Moses and the Lamb.

487. The same. 1 Peter ii. 7. (C. M.)

ESUS, I love thy charming name, "Tis music to mine ear;

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Fain would I sound it out so loud,
That earth and heaven may hear.

2 Yes, thou art precious to my soul,
My transport and my trust;
Jewels to thee are gaudy toys,
And gold is sordid dust.

3 All my capacious powers can wish,
In thee doth richly meet;

Nor to mine eyes is light so dear,
Nor friendship half so sweet.

4 Thy grace still dwells upon my heart,'
And sheds its fragrance there!
The noblest balm of all its wounds,
The cordial of its care.

5 I'll speak the honours of thy name,
With my last labouring breath;
Then speechless clasp thee in my arms,
The antidote of death.

488.

The same. Rev. v. 13. (P. M.)

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YLORY to God on high:
Let heaven and earth reply,
“Praise ye his name!"
Angels, his love adore,
Who all our sorrows bore;
And saints, cry evermore,
"Worthy the Lamb!"

All they around the throne,
Cheerfully join in one,
Praising his name:

We who have felt his blood
Sealing our peace with God,
Sound his dear name abroad,
"Worthy the Lamb !"

Join all the ransom'd race,
Our Lord and God to bless;
Praise ye his name!

In him we will rejoice,

Making a cheerful noise;

And shout, with heart and voice,

"Worthy the Lamb!"

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Though we must change our place,
Yet shall we never cease
Praising his name :

To him we'll tribute bring;
Hail him our gracious King :
And without ceasing sing
"Worthy the Lamb!"

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The same. (C. M.)

Y Saviour, my Almighty Friend,
When I begin thy praise,

Where will the growing numbers end,
The numbers of thy grace?

2 Thou art my everlasting trust,
Thy goodness I adore;

And since I knew thy graces first,
I speak thy glories more.

3 My feet shall travel all the length
Of the celestial road,

And march with courage in thy strength,
To see my Father God.

4 When I am fill'd with sore distress
For some surprising sin,

I'll plead thy perfect righteousness,
And mention none but thine.

5 How will my lips rejoice to tell
The victories of my King!

My soul redeem'd from sin and hell
Shall thy salvation sing.

6 My tongue shall all the day proclaim,
My Saviour and my God;

His death has brought my foes to shame,
And drown'd them in his blood.

7 Awake, awake, my tuneful powers;
With this delightful song,

I'll entertain the darkest hours,
Nor think the season long.

490.

The Name of Jesus. (C. M.)

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OW sweet the name of Jesus sounds,
In a believer's ear?

It sooths his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear.

2 It makes the wounded spirit whole,
And calms the troubled breast;
"Tis manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary, rest.

3 Dear name! the rock on which I build,
My shield and hiding place;

My never-failing treas'ry fill'd
With boundless stores of

grace.

4 Jesus! my Shepherd, Husband, Friend,
My Prophet, Priest, and King:
My Lord, my life, my way, my end,
Accept the praise I bring.

5 Weak is the effort of my heart,
And cold my warmest thought;
But when I see thee as thou art,
I'll praise thee as I ought,