ness,

Delight to sing Hosannah.
O glorious theme, redemption's
scheme,

That made us sing Hosannah,
Our

rapture seemed a heavenly
dream,

When first we sang Hosannah.

2 All round the camp each night it fell, And Israel call it manna, But Jesus saves our souls from hell, And we must sing Hosannah. Here's living bread, here 's living bread,

In Christ, O sing Hosannah; For us he groaned, for us he bled,

Ye ransomed, sing Hosannah.

3 From heaven descending, down it

came,

Each tent was filled with manna; All glory to the precious name Of Christ, come sing Hosannah.

The bread of God, the bread of God Is Christ, then sing Hosannah; Redeemed by Jesus' precious blood, We'll praise and shout Hosannah.

4 Each day the host were well supplied,

Double for Sabbath manna; Thus Christ for us was crucified, Sing twice as much Hosannah. On Lord's day sing, on Lord's day sing,

To Jesus loud Hosannahs; Praise Him, our soul's redemption king,

In Zion sing Hosannahs.

SECOND PART.

5 Men, women, children, gathered food,

And forty years ate manna;
But Jesus gave his flesh and blood
To feed our souls, Hosannah.
Lord evermore, Lord evermore,

Give us this bread, Hosannah :
Immanuel our souls adore,

On him we 'll live, Hosannah.
6 The doors of heaven opened wide,
He rained down corn as manna;
A soldier pierced the Saviour's side,
Redemption flowed, Hosannah.
Water and blood, water and blood,

To save and cleanse, Hosannah; This fountain rolls a crimson flood, Here wash my soul, Hosannah.

7 Humbled and tried for forty years, He fed them still with manna; But Jesus poured strong cries and tears,

To save from hell, Hosanna; 'Tis angels' food, 'tis angels' food,

To sing his love, Hosanna;
But we can sing of precious blood,
Much more than they, Hosanna,

8 When Israel conquered Canaan's land,

They ceased to gather manna;
But when we reach our golden strand,
We'll never cease, Hosannah.
Eternally, eternally,

We'll sing and praise Hosanna,
With saints and angels gloriously,
We'll chaunt the song, Hosan

Is meat and drink, Hosannah; May this be all our daily food, Through faith and hope, Hosannah.

11 To him that overcomes,' he said, 'I'll give this hidden manna;' Give us, O Lord, this daily bread, To strengthen us, Hosannah. Victorious, victorious,

We 'll never die, Hosannah:
But live for ever glorious,

On Christ, and sing Hosannah.

12 The multitude rejoiced and sang, On Salem's road, Hosannah; All glory in the highest, rang

For Christ our heavenly manna. Immediately the stones would cry, Did we not sing Hosannah; Then lift your hearts and souls on high,

And join to sing Hosannah.

FOURTH PART.

13 The children in the temple cried, To David's son, Hosannah; Chief priests and scribes the song deride,

Shall children sing Hosannah? Sucklings and babes, sucklings and babes,

Shall perfect praise, Hosannah; To still the foe, souls overflow, And chant and sing Hosannah.

14 Behold in heaven a glorious throne, There's Christ our glorious manna, Like jasper and a sardine stone, With rainbow truth, Hosannah.

Like emerald, an evergreen

Encircled round, Hosannah; His covenant of grace is seen, Brilliant and sure, Hosannah.

15 By faith enlisted, now I'll sing,
My ration is this manna;
A good soldier of Christ, my king,
Oh, I would sing Hosanna.
Brave soldier like, brave soldier like,
I'll serve for daily manna;
His royal standard never strike,
It waves on high, Hosannah.

16 If you reach home before I do,
With saints to sing hosannah,
Tell them, by grace, I'm coming too,
To sing, with them, Hosannah.
Farewell to sin, I'll mount and sing,
Victorious, Hosannah,

I'll conquer all through Christ, my king,

For ever sing Hosannah.

with our Head;

How sacred the spot where the

pious may tread;

When no one can

see him and know he is there,

How sweet is the closet, there's nothing like prayer.

3 Oft thither I've gone with my bosom oppress'd,

I've knelt at the foot-stool and panted for rest;

And Jesus has come for to chase my despair,

How sweet is my closet, there's nothing like prayer.

395. Tune-Glory, glory, glory. The Gospel Ship. P. M. 1 THE gospel ship-she is on sail; Sing glory, Hallelujah,

And every day she does prevail,

sing glory;

She has on board a happy crew,
And Jesus is our captain too,
We have the promised land in view,
sing glory.

2 We've many thousand souls on board, sing glory;

All well equipp'd with shield and
sword, sing glory;

And, standing as a watch on guard,
To face our foes we are prepar'd,
We are pressing for the great re-
ward, sing glory.

3 Sometimes a boisterous sea comes on, sing glory,

But Jesus speaks, and soon it's gone, sing glory.

Come, see what Christ our Lord can do,

We'll trust him all our passage through,

And, with the promis'd land in view, sing glory.

4 Come, all you wanderers on the shore, sing glory,

There's room for you and thousands more, sing glory; Forsake your sins and join the

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glory;

We shout for joy--oh yes, it's true,

sing glory.

Who can forbear, with all their

And then we
sing glory.

396. "Tis all for the best. Tune-Ye hills and ye

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dales.

MY soul, now arise, my passions

take wing,

Look up to the skies and cheerfully

3 If here, day by day, his love should see good,

Upon me to lay his fatherly rod; Oh, be not dejected, however oppressed,

Though sorely afflicted, 'tis all for the best.

4 On creatures below I'll not set my heart,

For well do I know we shortly must part;

And though when God gives them his name's to be blest, And when he removes them, 'tis all for the best.