C. M. I All hail the power of Jesus' name! Let angels prostrate fall; Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown Him Lord of all! 2 Crown Him, ye morning stars of light, Now hail the Strength of Israel's might, 3 Crown Him, ye martyrs of our God, And crown Him Lord of all. 4 Ye seed of Israel's chosen race, Ye ransomed from the fall, Hail Him who saves you by His grace, And crown Him Lord of all. 5 Hail Him, ye heirs of David's line, 6 Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget, 7 Let every kindred, every tribe, To Him all majesty ascribe, 8 Oh that with yonder sacred throng Rev. Edward Perronet, 1780. Dr. John Rippon, 1787. I Hark! the voice of love and mercy See, it rends the rocks asunder, Shakes the earth, and veils the sky: Hear the dying Saviour cry. 2 "It is finished!"-oh, what pleasure Saints, the dying words record. 3 Finished all the types and shadows Finished-all that God hath promised; Saints, from hence your comfort draw. 4 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs, Glory to the bleeding Lamb! Rev. Jonathan Evans, 1784. ARIEL. C. P. M. LOWELL MASON, 1835. I Oh, could I speak the matchless worth, I'd soar, and touch the heavenly strings, In notes almost divine. 2 I'd sing the precious blood He spilt, 3 I'd sing the characters He bears, In loftiest songs of sweetest praise, Make all His glories known. 4 Well, the delightful day will come When my dear Lord will bring me home, Then with my Saviour, Brother, Friend, Triumphant in His grace. Rev. Samuel Medley, 1789. |