SYDENHAM S.M.

E. A. SYDENHAM

531

AWAKE, and sing the song

Of Moses and the Lamb;

Wake every heart and every tongue,
To praise the Saviour's name.

2 Sing of His dying love;

Sing of His rising power;
Sing how He intercedes above
For those whose sins He bore.
3 Sing till we feel our hearts

Ascending with our tongues:
Sing till the love of sin departs,
And grace inspires our songs.
4 Sing on your heavenly way,
Ye ransomed sinners, sing;
Sing on, rejoicing every day

In Christ the eternal King. 5 Soon shall ye hear Him say, "Ye blessed children, come;" Soon will He call you hence away, And take His wanderers home. William Hammond 1745 Martin Madan 1760

SILVER STREET S. M.

532

To God the only wise,

Our Saviour and our King, Let all the saints below the skies Their humble praises bring.

2 "Tis His almighty love,

His counsel and His care, Preserves us safe from sin and death, And every hurtful snare.

3 He will present our souls, Unblemished and complete, Before the glory of His face,

With joys divinely great.

4 Then all the chosen seed

Shall meet around the throne, Shall bless the conduct of His grace, And make His wonders known.

5 To our Redeemer God

Wisdom and power belongs, Immortal crowns of majesty, And everlasting songs.

Isaac Watts 1709

533

GRACE, 'tis a charming sound,

Harmonious to mine ear;

Heaven with the echo shall resound,
And all the earth shall hear.
2 Grace first contrived the way
To save rebellious man,

And all the steps that grace display,
Which drew the wondrous plan.

3 Grace taught my wandering feet
To tread the heavenly road;
And new supplies each hour I meet,
While pressing on to God.

4 Grace all the work shall crown,
Through everlasting days;
It lays in heaven the topmost stone,
And well deserves the praise.
Philip Doddridge 1740

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To Thee, O dear, dear Saviour!
My spirit turns for rest,

My peace is in Thy favor,
My pillow on Thy breast;
Though all the world deceive me,
I know that I am Thine,
And Thou wilt never leave me,

O blessed Saviour mine.

2 In Thee my trust abideth,
On Thee my hope relies,
O Thou whose love provideth
For all beneath the skies;
O Thou whose mercy found me,
From bondage set me free,
And then for ever bound me
With threefold cords to Thee.
3 Alas, that I should ever
Have failed in love to Thee,
The only one who never
Forgot or slighted me!
O for that choicest blessing
Of living in Thy love,
And thus on earth possessing
The peace of heaven above.

John Samuel Bewley Monsell 1863

536

O JESUS, ever present,

O Shepherd, ever kind,
Thy very name is music
To ear, and heart, and mind.
It woke my wondering childhood
To muse on things above;
It drew my harder manhood
With cords of mighty love.

2 How oft to sure destruction
My feet had gone astray,
Wert Thou not, patient Shepherd,
The guardian of my way!
How oft in darkness fallen,

And wounded sore by sin,
Thy hand has gently raised me,
And healing balm poured in.
3 O Shepherd good, I follow
Wherever Thou wilt lead;
No matter where the pastures,
With Thee at hand, to feed.
Thy voice, in life so mighty,

In death shall make me bold:
O bring my ransomed spirit
To Thine eternal fold.

Lawrence Tuttiett 1868

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From Tucker's Church Hymnal, by permission.

FOR the beauty of the earth,
For the beauty of the skies,
For the love which from our birth
Over and around us lies:
Christ our God, to Thee we raise
This, our sacrifice of praise.

2 For the beauty of each hour

Of the day and of the night,
Hill and vale, and tree and flower,
Sun and moon and stars of light;
Christ, our God, to Thee we raise
This, our sacrifice of praise.

3 For the joy of human love,

Brother, sister, parent, child, Friends on earth, and friends above; For all gentle thoughts and mild: Christ, our God, to Thee we raise This, our sacrifice of praise.

4 For each perfect gift of Thine To our race so freely given, Graces, human and divine,

Flowers of earth, and buds of heaven: Christ, our God, to Thee we raise This, our sacrifice of praise.

SPANISH HYMN 75, 6 lines

5 For Thy Church that evermore Lifteth holy hands above, Offering up on every shore

Its pure sacrifice of love: Christ, our God, to Thee we raise This, our sacrifice of praise. 538

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BLESSED Saviour, Thee I love,
All my other joys above;
All my hopes in Thee abide,
Thou my hope, and naught beside;
Ever let my glory be,
Only, only, only Thee.

2 Once again beside the cross,
All my gain I count but loss;
Earthly pleasures fade away;
Clouds they are that hide my day:
Hence, vain shadows, let me see
Jesus, crucified for me.

3 Blessed Saviour, Thine am I,
Thine to live, and Thine to die;
Height or depth, or earthly power,
Ne'er shall hide my Saviour more:
Ever shall my glory be,
Only, only, only Thee.

George Duffield 1851 B. CASE

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