Blow the full trumpets, blow!
Wider yon portals throw!
Saviour, triumphant, go
And take Thy crown!

416

1 GLORY to God on high!
Let heaven and earth reply,
Praise ye His name!
His love and grace adore,
Who all our sorrows bore
And sing for evermore:
Worthy the Lamb!

2 All they around the throne,
Cheerfully join in one,
Praising His name :

We, who have felt His blood
Sealing our peace with God,
Sound His dear name abroad:
Worthy the Lamb!

3 Join, all ye ransomed race,
Our Lord and God to bless;
Praise ye His name.
In Him we will rejoice,
And make a joyful noise,
Shouting with heart and voice:
Worthy the Lamb!

1 PRAISE ye Jehovah's name,
Praise through His courts proclaim
Rise and adore:

High o'er the heavens above,
Sound His great acts of love,
While His rich grace we prove
Vast as His power.

2 Now let the trumpet raise
Sounds of triumphant praise,
Wide as His fame.

There let the harp be found;
Organs, with solemn sound,
Roll your deep notes around,
Filled with His name.

3 While His high praise ye sing,
Shake every sounding string;
Sweet the accord!
He vital breath bestows;
Let every breath that flows
His noblest fame disclose;
Praise ye the Lord!

418

My faith looks up to Thee
Thou Lamb of Calvary,
Saviour Divine !
Now hear me while I pray,
Take all my guilt away,
O let me from this day
Be wholly Thine.

May Thy rich grace impart
Strength to my fainting heart,
My zeal inspire;

As Thou hast died for me,
O may my love to Thee
Pure, warm, and changeless be,
A living fire.

While life's dark maze I tread,
And griefs around me spread,
Be Thou my guide;
Bid darkness turn to day,
Wipe sorrow's tears away,
Nor let me ever stray

From Thee aside.

When ends life's transient dream,
When death's cold, sullen stream
Shall o'er me roll,

Blest Saviour, then, in love
Fear and distrust remove;
O bear me safe above,

A ransomed soul.

419

1 SHEPHERD of tender youth, Guiding in love and truth

Through devious ways— Christ, our triumphant King, We come Thy name to sing, And here our children bring, To shout Thy praise.

Thou art our only Lord,
O all-subduing Word,
Healer of strife:
Thou didst Thyself abase,
That from sin's deep disgrace
Thou mightest save our race,
And give us life.

3 Ever be near our side,
Our shepherd and our guide,
Our staff and song;
Jesus, thou Christ of God,
By Thine enduring word
Lead us where Thou hast trod;
Make our faith strong.

4 So now, and till we die,
Sound we Thy praises high,
And joyful sing!
Let all the holy throng,
Who to Thy church belong,
Unite to swell the song
To Christ our King!

420

1 NEARER, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee!

Even though it be a cross
That raiseth me,

Still all my song shall be:
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee!

2 Though like the wanderer,
The sun gone down,
Darkness be over me,
My rest a stone;

Yet in my dreams I'd be
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee!

3 There let the way appear
Steps unto heaven;

All that Thou sendest me
In mercy given;

Angels to beckon me
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee!

4 Then with my waking thoughts
Bright with Thy praise,
Out of my stony griefs
Bethel I'll raise;
So by my woes to be
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee!

5 Or if on joyful wing
Cleaving the sky,

Sun, moon, and stars forgot,
Upward I fly;

Still all my song shall be,
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee!

421

1 My country, 'tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing :

Land where my fathers died,
Land of the pilgrims' pride,
From every mountain side
Let freedom ring!

2 My native country, thee,
Land of the noble free,
Thy name I love:

I love thy rocks and rills,
Thy woods and templed hills;
My heart with rapture thrills
Like that above.

3 Let music swell the breeze,
And ring from all the trees
Sweet freedom's song;
Let mortal tongues awake,
Let all that breathe partake,
Let rocks their silence break,
The sound prolong.

4 Our fathers' God, to Thee,
Author of liberty,

To Thee we sing;

Long may our land be bright
With freedom's holy light,
Protect us by Thy might,
Great God, our King!

422

1 THE God of harvest praise,
In loud thanksgiving raise
Hand, heart, and voice!
The valleys laugh and sing;
Forests and mountains ring;
The plains their tribute bring;
The streams rejoice.

2 Yea, bless His holy Name,
And joyous thanks proclaim
Through all the earth;
To glory in your lot
Is comely, but be not
God's benefits forgot

Amid your mirth.

3 The God of harvest praise, Hands, hearts, and voices raise, With sweet accord;

From field to garner throng, Bearing your sheaves along, And in your harvest song Bless ye the Lord.

423

1 God bless our native land!
Firm may she ever stand,

Through storm and night:
When the wild tempests rave,
Ruler of wind and wave,
Do Thou our country save
By Thy great might !

2 For her our prayer shall rise
To God, above the skies;
On Him we wait:
Thou who art ever nigh,
Guarding with watchful eye,
To Thee aloud we cry,
God save the state!

424

1 LET us awake our joys;
Strike up with cheerful voice;
Each creature, sing;
Angels, begin the song;
Mortals, the strain prolong,
In accents sweet and strong,
"Jesus is King."

2 Proclaim abroad His name;
Tell of His matchless fame,
What wonders done;
Above, beneath, around,
Let all the earth resound,
Till heaven's high arch rebound,
"Victory is won."

3 He vanquished sin and hell,
And our last foe will quell.
Mourners, rejoice,

His dying love adore;

Praise Him, now raised in power;
Praise Him for evermore,

With joyful voice.

4 All hail the glorious day,
When, through the heavenly way,
Lo! He shall come.

While they who pierced Him wail,
His promise shall not fail;
Saints, see your King prevail :
Great Saviour, come!