All we have to offer,

All we hope to be-
Body, soul, and spirit--
All we yield to Thee.
2 Farther, ever farther,

From Thy wounded side,
Heedlessly we wandered,

Wandered far and wide,
Till Thou cam'st in mercy,
Seeking young and old,
Lovingly to bear them,
Saviour, to Thy fold.

3 Nearer, ever nearer,
Christ, we draw to Thee,
Deep in adoration,

Bending low the knee;
Thou for our redemption

Cam'st on earth to die;
Thou, that we might follow,
Hast gone up on high.
4 Dark, and ever darker,
Was the wintry past,
Now a ray of gladness

O'er our path is cast;
Every day that passeth,
Every hour that flies,
Tells of love unfeigned,
Love that never dies.
5 Clearer still, and clearer,
Dawns the light from heaven,
In our sadness bringing

News of sins forgiven;
Life has lost its shadows,

Pure the light within;
Thou has shed Thy radiance
On a world of sin.

6 Onward, ever onward,
Journeying on the road
Worn by saints before us,
Journeying on to God;
Leaving all behind us,
May we hasten on,
Backward never looking,
Till the prize is won.

7 Higher, then, and higher,
Soars the ransomed soul,
Earthly toils forgetting,
Saviour, to its goal;

Where, in joys unthought of, Saints with angels sing, Never weary raising

Praises to their King.

1059

1

G. THRING. 1862.

104th.

He that is our God is the God of sal

vation.-PSA, lxviii. 20.

Your Master proclaim,

E servants of God,

And publish abroad
His wonderful Name;
The Name all-victorious
Of Jesus extol:
His Kingdom is glorious,
And rules over all.

2 God ruleth on high,
Almighty to save;
And still He is nigh,

His presence we have;
The great congregation
His triumph shall sing,
Ascribing salvation

To Jesus our King.

3 Salvation to God

Who sits on the throne,
Let all cry aloud

And honour the Son:
The praises of Jesus

All angels proclaim,
Fall down on their faces
And worship the Lamb.
4 Then let us adore

And give Him His right;
All glory and power,

All wisdom and might;
All honour and blessing,
With angels above;
And thanks never ceasing,
And infinite love.

2 When once Thou visitest the heart,

Then truth begins to shine,
Then earthly vanities depart,

Then kindles love Divine.

3 O Jesus! Light of all below!
Thou Fount of life and fire!
Surpassing all the joys we know,
All that we can desire.

4 May every heart confess Thy name, And ever Thee adore;

And, seeking Thee, itself inflame

To seek Thee more and more.

5 Thee may our tongues for ever bless,
Thee may we love alone;
And ever in our lives express
The image of Thine own!

1

TR. BY E. CASWALL.

F. R. HAVERGAL. 1872.

S.M. Double.

And cast their crowns before the

throne.-REV. iv. 10.

YROWN Hin with many crowns,

Cow Lab upon His throne;

Hark! how the heavenly anthem All music but its own:

[drowns

Awake, my soul, and sing Of Him who died for thee, And hail Him as Thy chosen King Through all eternity.

[trod,

Crown Him the Son of God
Before the worlds began;
And ye, who tread where He hath
Crown Him the Son of Man ;-
Who every grief hath known
That wrings the human breast,
And takes and bears them for His
That all in Him may rest. [own,

Crown Him the Lord of Life!
Who triumphed o'er the grave,
And rose victorious in the strife,
For those He came to save.
His glories now we sing
Who died and rose on high,

Who died,-eternal life to bring,
And lives that death may die!

Crown Him the Lord of Heaven! Enthroned in worlds above; Crown Him the King to whom is given

The wondrous name of Love.

Thus the choir triumphant sings: 'Honour, riches, power, dominion,"

Thus its praise creation brings; Thou art worthy, Thou art worthy, 4 Lord of lords, and King of kings.

3 Glory to the King of angels,

Glory to the Church's King,
Glory to the King of nations,
Heaven and earth His praises sing:
Glory ever and for ever

To the King of glory bring.
4 Glory be to Thee, O Father,
Glory be to Thee, O Son,
Glory, be to Thee, O Spirit:
Glory be to God alone,
As it was, is now, and shall be
While the endless ages run.

When Thou art near
The fire of tribulation.
The world with sin and Satan
In vain our march opposes,

Through Thee we shall
Break through them all,
And sing the song of Moses.

By faith we see the glory

To which Thou shalt restore us,
The cross despise

For that high prize

Which Thou hast set before us.
And if Thou count us worthy,
We each, as dying Stephen,

Shall see Thee stand
At God's right hand,
To take us up to heaven.

CHARLES WESLEY. 1745.

7.6.

2 I love to tell the Story,

More wonderful it seems Than all the golden fancies Of all our golden dreams. I love to tell the Story;

It did so much for me; And that is just the reason I tell it now to thee.

3 I love to tell the Story;

'Tis pleasant to repeat
What seems, each time I tell it,
More wonderfully sweet.
I love to tell the Story;

For some have never heard
The message of salvation
From God's own Holy Word.

4 I love to tell the Story;

For those who know it best
Seem hungering and thirsting
To hear it, like the rest.
And when in scenes of glory

I sing the New, New Song,
'Twill be-the Old, Old Story
That I have loved so long.
MISS HANKEY. 1874.

1JESUS, Friend unfailing,

How dear Thou art to me!
Are cares or fears assailing?

I find my strength in Thee.
Why should my feet grow weary
Of this my pilgrim way?
Rough though the path and dreary,
It ends in perfect day.

2 What fills my soul with gladness?
'Tis Thine abounding grace;
Where can I look in sadness,
But, Jesus, on Thy face?
My all is Thy providing;

Thy love can ne'er grow cold;
In Thee, my Refuge, hiding,

No good wilt Thou withhold.

3 Why should I droop in sorrow?
Thou'rt ever by my side:
Why trembling dread the morrow?
What ill can e'er betide?

If I my cross have taken,
'Tis but to follow Thee;
If scorned, despised, forsaken,
Naught severs Thee from me.
4 For every tribulation,

For every sore distress,
In Christ I've full salvation,
Sure help and quiet rest.
No fear of foes prevailing,

I triumph, Lord, in Thee;
O Jesus, Friend unfailing,
How dear art Thou to me!

GERMAN HYMN.
TR. BY H. K. BROWNE.

P.M.

1067 Alleluia: for the Lord God omni

1

potent reigneth.-REV. xix. 6.

SING Hallelujah! forth in duteous

O citizens of heaven, and sweetly raise
An endless Hallelujah!

2 Ye next, who stand before the Eter-
nal Light,
[height,
In hymning choirs re-echo to the
An endless Hallelujah!

3 The Holy City shall take up your

strain, [wake again, And, with glad songs resounding, An endless Hallelujah!

4 Ye who have gained at length your palms in bliss, [be this, Victorious ones, your chant shall still An endless Hallelujah!

5 There, in one grand acclaim, for ever [your King,

ring The strains which tell the honour of An endless Hallelujah!

6 While Thee, by whom were all things made, we praise

For ever, and tell out in sweetest lays,
An endless Hallelujah!

7 Almighty Christ, to Thee our voices sing

Glory for evermore; to Thee we bring
An endless Hallelujah!

LATIN HYMN. VIII. CENTURY.
TR. BY J. ELLERTON. 1865.