Set, O set Thy captives free!
Draw our backward souls to Thee;
Raise poor sinners to Thy throne,
Made the jewels of Thy crown!
3 Let us chaunt melodious hymns,
Loud as those of Cherubims;
Join with heart and tongue to bless
Thee our Strength and Righteousness,
All our praise to Thee belongs,
Theme of our sublimest songs;
Object of our choicest love,
We will laud with hosts above.
4 Thee we hail with joint acclaim,
Shout the glories of Thy name;
Ever may we feel Thee thus,
Dear Immanuel, God with us!
Prince of Peace, Thy people see,
All our thanks we bring to Thee;
Deign our tribute to receive,
Praise is all we have to give.
ETERNAL God, the thanks receive,
Which Thine unworthy servants give;
Father of ev'ry mercy Thou,
Almighty and All-gracious too!
2 In humble, yet exulting songs,
Thy praise shall issue from our tongues,
For that incessant boundless love,
Which all Thy people daily prove.
3 Fashioned by Thy creating hand,
And by Thy providence sustain'd,
Lord, we our gratitude will shew,
For all Thy temp'ral mercies due.
4 But O! for this we chiefly raise
The incense of admiring praise
Thy love unspeakably we own
Which sent the willing Saviour down.
5 For Him, of all Thy gifts the best,
Th' exceeding Gift which crowns the rest,
Our anthems in full choir shall rise,
And shake the earth, and rend the skies!
6 Hail, Father! Hail, eternal Son!
Hail, sacred Spirit, Three in One!
Blessing and thanks, and power divine,
Thrice, holy Lord, be ever Thine!
FOUNTAIN of never-ceasing grace,
Thy saints exhaustless theme,
Great object of immortal praise,
Essentially supreme.
2 We bless Thee for the glorious fruits
Thy incarnation gives;
The righteousness which grace imputes,
And faith alone receives.
3 Whom heav'n's angelic host adores,
Was slaughtered for our sin;
The guilt, dear Lord, was wholly ours,
The punishment was Thine.
4 Our God in flesh, to set us free,
Was manifested here;
And meekly bare our sins, that we
His righteousness might wear.
WHAT tho' my frail eyelids refuse
Continual watching to keep,
And often as midnight renews,
Demand the refreshment of sleep;
A sov'reign protector I have,
Unseen, yet for ever at hand,
Unchangeably faithful to save:
Almighty to rule and command.
2. From evil secure and its dread,
I rest if my Saviour is nigh,
And songs His kind presence indeed
Shall in the night season supply;
He smiles, and my comforts abound,
His grace as the dew shall descend,
And walls of salvation surround
The soul He delights to defend.
3 Kind Author and ground of my hope, Thee, Thee for my God I avow, My glad Ebenezer set up,
And own Thou hast help'd me till now.
I muse on the years that are passed,
Wherein my defence Thou hast proved
Nor wilt Thou relinquish at last,
A Sinner so signally loved.
NSPIRER and hearer of pray'r,
Thou feeder and guardian of Thine,
My all to Thy covenant care,
I sleeping and waking resign,
If Thou art my shield and my sun,
The night is no darkness to me,
And fast as my moments roll on,
They bring me but nearer to Thee.
2 Thy minist'ring spirits descend,
To watch while Thy saints are asleep,
By day and by night, they attend,
The heirs of salvation to keep;
Bright seraphs, dispatch'd from the throne,
Repair to the stations assign'd,
And angels elect are sent down,
To guard the elect of mankind.
3 Thy worship no interval knows,
Their fervour is still on the wing;
And, while they protect my repose,
They chaunt to the praise of my King.
I too, at the season ordain'd,
Their chorus for ever will join;
And love and adore without end,
Their faithful Creator, and mine.
ENDLE
NDLESS praise to God be given ;
Praise Him in the height of heaven:
Him ye glorious hosts, proclaim,
Saints and angels, bless His name.
2 Brightest heaven, His dwelling place,
Lift thy voice, resound His praise;
The great Ineffable adore,
Own His everlasting power.
3 Womb and sepulchre of man,
Join, O earth! the grateful train :
Praise, till in the last great fire,
Thou and all thy works expire.
4 Kings and people, rich and poor,
Celebrate creating Power;
Who are ransom'd by the Lamb,
Join to praise the great I Am.
5 Worthy praise can ne'er be giv'n,
Till His saints arrive in heav'n,
There, with all the glorious ones,
Sing His praise, and cast their crowns.
OW at Thy feet, O Christ, we fall,
Enabled to confess,
And call Thee by the Holy Ghost,
The Lord our righteousness.
God over all Immanuel reigns,
With His great Father one:
The brightness of His glory Thou,
And partner of His Throne.
3 Sceptre of Israel, Prince of peace,
Immortal King of Kings:
The Sun of Righteousness, that shines
With healing in His wings.
4 Thou art the gift of God to man,
The Lord of quick and dead;
A well of life to fainting souls,
And their sustaining bread.
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