And bid Him raise our wretched race 3 O may we never cease to hear From their abyss of woes. 3 'Twas mercy filled the throne, And wrath stood silent by, When Christ was sent with pardons down To rebels doomed to die. 4 Now, sinners, dry your tears, 5 Lord, we obey Thy call; To the salvation Thou hast brought, And love and praise Thy name. 106 SAL WATTS. C.M. ALVATION! O melodious sound 2 But O! may a degenerate soul, 3 The lustre of so bright a bliss 4 My Saviour-God, no voice but Thine 5 My Saviour-God, this broken voice And call on all the angelic harps The voice that gives our conscience rest; That dissipates our guilty fear, 4 May mercy still remove our fear, 109 W C.M. double. E love Thee, Lord, yet not alone Because Thy bounteous hand Showers down its rich and ceaseless gifts On ocean and on land; Because Thou bidd'st the sun go forth And kindle earth to glowing life 2 'Tis not alone because Thy names For these Thy gifts we praise Thee, Lord; The incense of Thy children's love 3 We love Thee, Lord, because when we Had erred and gone astray, Thou didst recall our wandering souls Into the heavenward way; When helpless, hopeless we were lost In sin and sorrow's night, Thou didst send forth a guiding ray Of Thy benignant light.- 4 Because, when we forsook Thy ways, Nor kept Thy holy will, Thou wast not the avenging Judge, Because we have forgot Thee, Lord, 5 Because, O Lord, Thou lovedst us 2 Because Thy Son came down to die, That we might live above; Because, when we were heirs of wrath, Thou gavest hopes of heaven; Yes; much we love, who much have sinned, And much have been forgiven. 110 J. A. ELLIOTT. C.M. 3 For I am His, and He is mine, 4 When sunk in sorrow, I despaired, And changed my hopes for fears, 5 Therefore the joy by Him restored, J. S. B. MONSELL. THE LORD JESUS CHRIST. 111 PRAISE. 113 CHRIST, above all glory seated! 8.7. King triumphant, strong to save! 3 There Thy kingdoms all adore Thee, 4 We, O Lord, with hearts adoring, C.M. 5 So when Thou again in glory ALL hail the power of Jesus' name, Bring forth the royal diadem, 2 Crown Him, ye martyrs of our God, 3 Ye seed of Israel's chosen race, On the clouds of heaven shalt shine, 6 Hail! all hail! In Thee confiding, Hail Him who saves you by His grace, COME, let us join our cheerful songs And crown Him Lord of all. 4 Sinners! whose love can ne'er forget 5 Let every kindred, every tribe, 60 that, with yonder sacred throng, 112 RETHREN, let us join to bless 78. B Christ our Peace and Righteousness: Let our praise to Him be given, High at God's right hand in heaven. 2 Son of God, to Thee we bow, Thou art Lord, and only Thou; 4 Thou hast the glad tidings brought Thee, our Saviour, more and more; J. CENNICK, With angels round the throne; Ten thousand thousand are their "Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry, "To be exalted thus:" "Worthy the Lamb!" our lips reply, 3 Jesus is worthy to receive And blessings more than we can give 4 Let all that dwell above the sky, Lo, He lives and reigns for ever, Rings unceasing, day and night. 4 Crown Him the Lord of Might! Maker of all, serene and bright, Who lives, and loves, and saves! 5 Crown Him the Lord of Heaven! Crown Him the King to whom is given 117 M. BRIDGES and G. THRING. 2 All they around the throne We, who have felt His blood 3 Join all the ransomed race, 4 Though we must change our place, Praising His name: To Him we'll tribute bring; J. ALLEN. L.M. 118 O, worship at Immanuel's feet, Earth is too narrow to express 2 The whole creation can afford 3 O let me climb those higher skies, 4 Nor earth, nor seas, nor sun, nor stars, 119 2 HA WATTS. 8.7. AIL! Thou once despised Jesus, Thou didst suffer to release us; Thou hast full atonement made. Through the virtue of Thy blood; Opened is the gate of heaven, Peace is made 'twixt man and God. 664.66.64. 3 Jesus, hail! enthroned in glory, Let heaven and earth reply, "Praise ye His name!" Angels, His love adore Who all our sorrows bore: "Worthy the Lamb!" All the heavenly hosts adore Thee, There for sinners Thou art pleading, HOW sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear. 2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, And calms the troubled breast; 'Tis manna to the hungry soul, And to the weary, rest. 3 Dear name! the rock on which I build; My shield and hiding place; 4 Jesus! my Shepherd, Husband, Friend, 5 Weak is the effort of my heart, And cold my warmest thought; 6 Till then I would Thy love proclaim 2 Sinners, from earth's remotest end, 3 Thy name, as precious ointment shed, 4 Millions of happy spirits live On Thy exhaustless store; From Thee they all their bliss receive, 5 Thou art their triumph and their joy; JESUS came, the heavens adoring, 2 Jesus comes again in mercy, Comes to save us from despair. Now the gate of death is riven. 4 Jesus comes on clouds triumphant, When the heavens shall pass away; Jesus comes again in glory:Let us then our homage pay. Hallelujah! ever singing, Till the dawn of endless day. G. THRING. 123 2 C.M. JESUS, I love Thy charming name, music to mine ear; Fain would I sound it out so loud And gold is sordid dust. 3 All my capacious powers can wish, Nor to my eyes is light so dear, 4 Thy grace still dwells upon my heart, 5 I'll speak the honours of Thy name With my last labouring breath; Then, speechless, clasp Thee in mine 3 4 It scatters all their guilty fear; Power into strengthless souls He speaks, O that the world might taste and see The arms of love that compass me 5 Happy, if with my latest breath WESLEY JESUS, 7 L.M. 8 SUS, Thou Joy of loving hearts! Thou Fount of life! Thou Light of men! From the best bliss that earth imparts, 2 Thy truth unchanged hath ever stood; 4 Our restless spirits yearn for Thee, Where'er our changeful lot is cast; Glad, when Thy gracious smile we see, 9 Commissioned from His Father's throne To make His grace to mortals known. Great Prophet of my God, My tongue would bless Thy Name; By Thee the joyful news Of our salvation came; The joyful news of sins forgiven, My Pattern and my Guide; Still keep me near Thy side. O let my feet ne'er run astray. Nor rove, nor seek the crooked way. I love my Shepherd's voice, His watchful eyes shall keep My wandering soul among The thousands of His sheep. Jesus, my great High Priest, No sacrifice beside. His powerful blood did once atone, And now it pleads before the throne. My Saviour and my Lord, My Conqueror and my King, Thine is the power; behold I sit And tread the tempter down; To conquest and a crown. A feeble saint shall win the day, Though death and hell obstruct the way. 128 WATTS. C.M. Blest, when our faith can hold Thee MY Saviour, my Almighty Friend, fast. all the glorious names That ever angels bore; All are too mean to speak His worth, But O what gentle terms, To teach His heavenly grace! Mine eyes with joy and wonder see He like an Angel stands, When I begin Thy praise, Where will the growing numbers end, The numbers of Thy grace? 2 Thou art my everlasting trust, Thy goodness I adore; And, since I knew Thy grace at first, I speak Thy glories more. 3 My feet shall travel all the length Of the celestial road; And march with courage in Thy strength, 4 When I am filled with sore distress 5 How will my lips rejoice to tell My soul, redeemed from sin and hell, 6 Awake, awake, my tuneful powers! WATTS. |