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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.

weary, rest.

490. The Name of Jesus. (C.M.)
1
HOW

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
3 Dear name! the rock on which I build,

My shield and hiding place ;
My never-failing treas'ry fillid

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,

6 Till then I would thy love proclaim

With ev'ry fleeting breath;
And may the music of thy name,

Refresh my soul in death.

491. Jesus crowned Lord of all. (C. M.) 1 AL Le hail the power of Jesus name, Bring forth the royal diadem,

And crown him Lord of all.
2 Crown him ye martyrs of your God,

Who from his altar call;
Extol the stem of Jesse's rod,

And crown him Lord of all.
3 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race,

A remnant weak and small;
Hail him who saves you by his

grace,
And crown him Lord of all.
4 Ye Gentile sinners ne'er forget

The wormwood and the gall;
Go spread your trophies at his feet,

And crown him Lord of all.
4 Let ev'ry kindred, ev'ry tribe,

On this terrestrial ball,
To him all majesty ascribe,

And crown him Lord of all,
60 that with yonder sacred throng,
We at his feet

may
There join the everlasting song,

And crown him Lord of all.

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492. Not ashamed of Jesus. (L. M.) 1 JESUS, and can it ever be, ,

A mortal man asham'd of thee? Scorn'd be the thought by rich and poor,

My soul shall scorn it more and more. 2 Asham'd of Jesus ! sooner far

May ev’ning blush to own a star!
Asham'd of Jesus, just as soon,

May midnight blush to think of noon. 3 Asham'd of Jesus ! yes I may,

When I've no crimes to wash away;
No tears to wipe, no joys to crave,

And no immortal soul to save!
4 Asham'd of Jesus! that dear friend,

On whom my hopes of heaven depend!
No: when I blush, be this by shame,

That I no more revere his name.
5 Till then,-nor is the boasting vain ;

Till then I boast a Saviour slain :
And O may this my portion be,
That Saviour's not asham'd of me.

493. Praise to the Saviour. (C. M.)

1
1 THOU

U dear Redeemer, dying Lamb,

We love to hear of thee :
No music's like thy charming name,

Nor half so sweet can be. 2 O let us ever hear thy voice,

In mercy to us speak;
And in our Priest will we rejoice,
Thou great Melchisedec.

3 Our Jesus shall be still our theme,

While in this world we stay;
We'll sing our Jesu's lovely name,

When all things else decay.
4 When we appear in yonder cloud,

With all the favour'd throng ;
Then will we sing more sweet, more loud,

And Christ shall be our song.

494. The same.

Rev. v. 9.

(L. M.)
1
JOIN, ye redeemed heirs of grace,

In a new song of lofty praise;
Jesus is worthy to receive,

The utmost glories ye can give.
2 Worthy, thou dear atoning Lamb,

From ev'ry kindred, tongue, and name,
Thou hast redeem'd us by thy blood,

And made us kings and priests to God.
3 Bless'd be thy name, for ever bless'd,

Of wisdom, power, and strength possess'd ;
Honour and might, and glory too,

We give thee, as thine endless due.
4 More than ten thousand thousand tongues,

With thousand thousands join in songs,
With all their pow’rs their God to own,

And the dear Lamb who fills the throne.
5 Unnumber'd hosts thy glories sing,

They hail thee as their Lord and King;
Not one bright crown is worn above,
But what is own'd a gift of love.

6 Elders, and saints, and angels, join

In work so wond'rous and divine ;
Their glories at thy footstool lay,

And praise thee through an endless day.
495. A Song of Praise. (P. M.)
1

The time for such trifles, thro' mercy, is o'er. 2 A Canaan I've found, where true joys abound, "Tis beavenly dwelling on that happy ground. 3 The souls that believe, in Paradise live, And me in that number may Jesus receive. 4 No mortal doth know what he can bestow, What life, love, and comfort, -go after him, go. 5 Ah! do not delay, Christ calls thee away : Rise, follow thy Saviour, and bless the glad day. 6 And when I shall die, “ Receive me," I'll cry; For Jesus hath lov'd me, I cannot say wby. 7 But this I do find, we two are so join'd, He'll not live in glory, and leave me behind. 8 And now I'm in care, my neighbours may share These blessings: To seek them, will none of you dare? 9 In bondage, 0 why, and death will you lie, When Jesus assures you

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grace is so nigh?

THE HOLY SPIRIT. 496. The Witnessing and Sealing Spirit.

Eph. i. 13, 14. (C. M.) 1 WHY

THY should the children of a King,

Go mourning all their days?
Great Comforter ! descend, and bring
Some tokens of thy grace.

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