YE servants of God,
Your Master proclaim,
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.
Every knee shall bow,
Every tongue confess Him
King of Glory now;
'Tis the Father's pleasure
We should call Him Lord,
Who from the beginning
Was the mighty Word.
2 Humbled for a season
To receive a Name
From the lips of sinners
Unto whom He came;
Faithfully He bore it
Spotless to the last;
Brought it back victorious
When from death He passed.
3 Name Him, brothers, name Him,
With love strong as death,
But with awe and wonder,
And with 'bated breath;
He is GOD the Saviour,
He is CHRIST the LORD,
Ever to be worshipped,
Trusted, and adored.
4 In your hearts enthrone Him;
There let Him subdue
All that is not holy,
All that is not true:
Crown Him as your Captain
In temptation's hour;
Let His Will enfold you
In its light and power.
5 Brothers, this LORD JESUS
Shall return again,
With His FATHER'S glory,
With His angel train;
For all wreaths of empire
Meet upon His brow,
And our hearts confess Him
King of Glory now.
ESUS, Thou art my Lord, my God,
I joy to call Thee mine;
For on Thy brow, though bruised with thorns,
I see a crown Divine.
2 And I can trust the mighty work
Which must be done for me,
To those dear pierced hands of Thine,
Once fastened to the tree.
3 If Thou wert less than One Divine
My soul would be dismayed;
But through Thy human lips God says,
"'Tis I, be not afraid."
4 Thou wilt not leave my soul alone
To struggle to Thy side,
But in my spirit's helplessness
Shall strength Divine abide.
5 And when I stand on Jordan's waves
Thou shalt my weakness hold,
Until at last my weary feet
Shall walk the streets of gold.
6 There in that cloudless light serene,
Before the shining throne,
I'll worship at the feet of Him
Who did for sin atone.
THOU, who didst with love untold
Thy doubting servant chide;
Bidding the eye of sense behold
Thy wounded hands and side,-
2 Grant us, like him, with heartfelt awe,
To own Thee God and Lord,
And from his hour of darkness draw
Faith in the Incarnate Word.
3 And while that wondrous record now
Of unbelief we hear,
O! let us, Lord, the lowlier bow
In self-distrusting fear.
4 And grant that we may never dare
Thy loving heart to grieve;
But at the last their blessing share
Who see not, yet believe.
HOU art the Everlasting Word,
The Father's only Son;
God, manifestly seen and heard,
And Heaven's Beloved One.
Worthy, O Lamb of God, art Thou,
That every knee to Thee should bow!
2 In Thee, most perfectly expressed,
The Father's glories shine;
Of the full Deity possessed,
Eternally divine.
Worthy, O Lamb of God, art Thou,
That every knee to Thee should bow!
3 True image of the Infinite,
Whose essence is concealed;
Brightness of Uncreated Light;
The heart of God revealed;
Worthy, O Lamb of God, art Thou,
That every knee to Thee should bow!
4 But the high mysteries of Thy name
An angel's grasp transcend;
The Father only-glorious claim—
The Son can comprehend.
Worthy, O Lamb of God, art Thou,
That every knee to Thee should bow!
5 Yet loving Thee, on whom His love
Ineffable doth rest,
Thy glorious worshippers above,
As one with Thee, are blest.
Worthy, O Lamb of God, art Thou,
That every knee to Thee should bow!
6 Throughout the universe of bliss,
The centre Thou, and sun;
The eternal theme of praise is this,
To Heaven's Beloved One:-
Worthy, O Lamb of God, art Thou,
That every knee to Thee should bow!
THOU Son of God and Son of Man,
Beloved, adored Immanuel!
Who didst, before all time began,
In glory with Thy Father dwell;
2 We sing Thy love, who didst in time
For us humanity assume,
To answer for the sinner's crime,
To suffer in the sinner's room.
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