2 Here, in the fair gospel-field, 3 Jesus is become at length My Salvation and my Strength; 4 Praise ye, then, His glorious name, Still His worth your praise exceeds, 5 Raise again the joyful sound, 22 HO OW sweet to know His name, who reigns His love supplies, His power sustains, 2 We'll praise the name of Him, who gives What worlds could never buy; He once was dead, but now He lives, 3 The name He bears is power and love, 4 Let everlasting praise be His G1 LORY be to Him who sav'd us, By His power, the fetters broke. 2 His, the undivided glory Tell what God our Lord has done. 3 Hear it! O ye heavens! and wonder; He, whose arm is cloth'd with thunder, Jesus suffers! Shame, and death, and sorrow, His. 4 Saviour, make us what we should be, Raise our souls to things above. 874 Gen. xxviii. 19. GOD of Bethel! by whose hand, Who through this weary wilderness 2 Oh! hear the prayers we now present 3 Through each perplexing path of life, 4 O! spread Thy cov'ring wings around, 5 Such blessings from Thy gracious hand, And Thou shalt be our chosen God 25 C. M. FOR OR Thy free electing favor, THY goodness, Lord, our souls confess, A spring whose blessings never fail, 2 Sun, moon, and stars, Thy love attest Love draws the curtains of the night, 3 Thy bounty every season crowns, With joyful clusters loads the vines, 4 But chiefly Thy compassion, Lord, There, like a sun, Thy mercy shines, 5 Pardon, acceptance, peace, and joy, C. M. E saints, come and join in the praise of the YE Lamb, 11's The theme inexhausted of angels above: name, And gaze on His glory with rapture and love. 2 See, see to what honors the Saviour is rais'd; He sits on a throne, 'tis the throne of the sky; Come, let us adore Him, who ought to be prais'd, And learn with the angels in glory to vie. 3 They sing of the Lamb, who to save us was slain; We'll take up the theme which we cannot improve; And, worthy the Lamb, cry again and again, His love. 4 All glory to Jesus, who sits on the throne; Let angels and saints spread the sound of His fame: We bow to the Lamb, who is worthy alone, RETURN to bless my waiting eyes, L. M. And cheer my mourning heart, O Lord! 2 When Thy lov'd presence meets my sight, The sun shines forth with double light, 3 Upon Thine arm of love I rest, Thy gracious voice forbids my fear; |