From the fight returned victorious; Every knee to him shall bow: Crown him!-crown him!Crowns become the victor's brow. 2 Hark! those bursts of acclamationHark! those loud, triumphant chordsJesus takes the highest station : Oh, what joy the sight affords! Crown him!-crown him!

King of kings, and Lord of lords!

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L. M.

NEEDHAM.

Messiah.

1 GLORY to God! who reigns above,
Who dwells in light, whose name is love;
Ye saints and angels if ye can,
Declare the love of God to man.

2 Oh, what can more his love commend,
Than his dear only Son to send !
That man, condemn'd to die, might live!
And God be glorious to forgive!

3 Messiah 's come, with joy behold
The days by prophets long foretold;
Judah, thy royal sceptre 's broke,
And time still proves what Jacob spoke.

4 We see the prophecies fulfill'd
In Jesus, that most wondrous child:
His birth, his life, his death, combine
To prove his character divine.

5 Jesus, thy gospel firmly stands,
A blessing to these favour'd lands;
No enemy shall be our dread,
Since thou art risen from the dead.

175.

C. M. WATTS.
Access to God by a Mediator.

1 COME, let us lift our joyful eyes
Up to the courts above,

And smile to see our Father there
Upon a throne of love.

2 Come, let us bow before his feet,
And venture near the Lord;

No fiery cherub guards his seat,
Nor double-flaming sword.

3 The peaceful gates of heavenly bliss
Are opened by the Son;

High let us raise our notes of praise,
And reach th' almighty throne.

176.

L. M.

BEDDOME.

Morning Star.

1 YE worlds of light, that roll so near
The Saviour's throne of shining bliss,
Oh tell, how mean your glories are;
How faint and few compared with his !
2 We sing the bright and morning Star,
Jesus, the source of light and love;
His purest rays, diffused from far,
Conduct us to the realms above.

3 'Midst gloomy darkness spread abroad,
This light directs the pilgrim's way;
Still, as he goes, he finds the road,
That leads him safe to endless day.

4 When shall we reach the glorious height,
Where this bright Star shall brightest shine;
Leave far behind these scenes of night,
And view the lustre all divine.

177.

C. M. BEDDOME.

Names of Christ.

1 JESUS! delightful, charming name,
It spreads a fragrance round;
Justice and mercy, truth and peace,
In union here are found.

He is our life, our joy, our strength,
In him all glories meet;
He is a shade above our heads,

A light to guide our feet.

3 The thickest clouds are soon dispersed,
If Jesus shows his face;

To weary heavy-laden souls,
He is their resting-place.

4 When storms arise and tempests blow,
He speaks the stilling word;

The threatening billows cease to flow,
The winds obey their Lord.

5 Through every age he's still the same,
But we ungrateful prove,

Forget the savour of his name,
The sweetness of his love.

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C. M.

ANONYMOUS.

1 HOW sweet the name of Jesus sounds
In a believer's ear!

It sooths 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 we build,
Our shield and hiding place;
Our never failing treas'ry fill'd
With boundless stores of grace.

4 Jesus our Shepherd, Husband, Friend,
Our Prophet, Priest, and King;
Our Lord, our life, our way, our end,
Accept the praise we bring.

5 Weak is the effort of each heart,
And cold our warmest thoughts,
But when we see thee as thou art,
We'll praise thee as we ought.

6 Till then we would thy love proclaim
With ev'ry fleeting breath;

And may the music of thy name
Refresh our souls in death.

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L. M. VERMONT COLL.

1 THAT name to us sounds ever sweet, Where grace and truth do always meet, Where righteousness doth peace embrace, And opens wide a store of grace.

A meeting place it is indeed,

Where mercy meets a sinner's need;
l opens wide a gracious store,
ficient to relieve the poor.

3 Hark! don't you hear the heav'nly call, It soundeth loud, it is to all

To high and low, to bond and free, That none may say-'tis not for me. 4 "Ho! every one that thirsts (he cries) Here's wine and milk, and large supplies, Come now to me, and drink your fill, 'Tis free for whosoever will.

5 "Come now receive, I ask no pay, But freely give it all away

To all that do my word believe,
And freely now my grace receive."
180. C. M. CHRISTIAN PSALMIST.
1 TO us a Child of hope is born,
To us a Son is given;

Him shall the tribes of earth obey,
Him, all the hosts of heaven.

2 His name shall be the Prince of Peace,
For evermore adored,

The Wonderful, the Counsellor,

The great and mighty Lord.

3 His power, increasing, still shall spread
His reign no end shall know;

Justice shall guard his throne above,
And peace abound below.

4 To us a Child of hope is born,
To us a Son is given-

The Wonderful, the Counsellor,
The mighty Lord of heaven.

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C. M.

STEELE.

Pearl of Great Price.

1 YE glitt'ring toys of earth, adieu,
A nobler choice sublime,

A real prize attracts our view,
A treasure all divine.

2 Begone, unworthy of our cares,
Ye specious baits of sense;
Inestimable worth appears,
The pearl of price immense !

3 Should both the Indies at our call,
Their boasted stores resign;

We would with joy renounce them all,
To be entirely thine.

4 Dear Sov'reign of our souls' desire,
Thy love is bliss complete;
Jesus, in thee, in thee alone,
Wealth, honour, pleasure meet.

182.

C. M. VERMONT COLL.

Prince of Peace.

1 LET saints on earth their anthems raise,
Who taste the Saviour's grace;

Let saints in heav'n proclaim his praise,
And crown him "Prince of peace."

2 Praise him, who laid his glory by
For man's apostate race;

Praise him who stoop'd to bleed and die,
And crown him "Prince of Peace."
3 Come, rebels, lay your weapons down,
Let war for ever cease;

Immanuel for your Saviour own,

And crown him "Prince of Peace."

4 We soon shall reach the blissful shore, To view his lovely face,

His name for ever to adore,

And crown him "Prince of Peace."

183.

L. M. SCOTT.

Physician of the Soul.

1 WHY droop our souls with grief oppress'd?
Whence these wild tumults in each breast?
Is there no balm to heal each wound
No kind physician to be found?

2 Raise to the cross your tearful eyes;
Behold the Prince of glory dies!
He dies, extended on the cross,
And sheds a sovereign balm for us.
3 Dear Saviour, at thy feet we lie,
Here to receive a cure, or die;

But grace forbids that painful fear-
Almighty grace, which triumphs here.
4 Thou wilt withdraw the poisoned dart,
Bind up and heal the wounded heart: