2 Thousand times ten thousand, bending

At Thy throne, their homage pay; Flames of fire in strength excelling, Swift Thy pleasure to obey.

3 Fashioned in a wondrous order,

Thee they serve, their Lord and King;

Grant that in our cares and dangers
They may timely succor bring.

4 Praise to Thee who hast created
Earth and heaven with all their host;
Praise to Thee, O God most mighty,
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
J. B. De Santeüil, 1680.

Tr. Helen Maria Williams, 1786.

Joseph Klug's Geistliche Lieder, Wittenberg, 1535.

2 He spoke to His beloved Son,

With infinite compassion:

"Go hence, my heart's most precious one
Be to the lost salvation;
Death, his relentless tyrant, stay,
And bear him from his sins away
With Thee to live forever!"

3 The Son came, saying: "Cling to me,
Thy sorrows now are ending;
Freely I give Myself to thee,

Thy life with mine defending; For I am thine and thou art mine, And when I am there thou shalt shine, The foe shall never reach us."

4 "To heaven again I rise from hence,
High to my Father soaring,
Thy Master there to be, and thence
My Spirit on thee pouring:

In every grief to comfort thee,
And teach thee more and more of me,
Into all truth still guiding."

5 "What I have done and taught on earth,
Do thou, and teach, none dreading;
That so God's kingdom may go forth,
And His high praise be spreading;
And guard thee from the words of men,
Lest the great joy be lost again:

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This my last charge I leave thee."
Martin Luther, 1483-1546.
Tr. alt. Rev. C. G. Haas, 1897.

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C. M.

1 All that I was, my sin, my guilt,
My death, was all my own;
All that I am, I owe to Thee,
My gracious God, alone.

2 The evil of my former state
Was mine, and only mine;
The good in which I now rejoice
Is Thine, and only Thine.

3 The darkness of my former state,
The bondage, all was mine;
The light of life in which I walk,
The liberty, is Thine.

4 Thy grace first made me feel my sin,
It taught me to believe;

Then in believing, peace I found,
And now I live, I live.

5 All that I am, even here on earth,
All that I hope to be

When Jesus comes and glory dawns,
I owe it, Lord, to Thee.

Rev. Horatius Bonar, 1853.

Lowell Mason, 1832.

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rod.

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Di - vine.

2 O bless the Lord, my soul,
Nor let His mercies lie
Forgotten in unthankfulness,
And without praises die.

3 'Tis He forgives thy sins,

'Tis He relieves thy pain, 'Tis He that heals thy sicknesses, And makes thee young again.

4 He crowns thy life with love,
When ransomed from the grave;
He that redeemed my soul from hell,
Hath sovereign power to save.

5 He fills the poor with good;
He gives the sufferers rest:

The Lord hath judgments for the proud, And justice for the oppressed.

Rev. Isaac Watts, 1719.

And Thy saving health ex- tend

Un to earth's re- mot est end.