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Though they are known by different names,
The Father God, and God the Son.

6 Then let the name of Christ, our King,
With equal honors be adored;
His praise let every angel sing,

And all the nations own the Lord.

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Gratitude to the Saviour.

1 COME, every pious heart

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That loves the Saviour's name,

Your noblest powers exert
To celebrate his fame;

Tell all above, and all below,

The debt of love to him you owe.

He left his starry crown,

And laid his robes aside;
On wings of love came down,

And wept, and bled, and died:

What he endured no tongue can tell,
To save our souls from death and hell.

From the dark grave he rose,
The mansion of the dead;
And thence his mighty foes

In glorious triumph led :

Up through the sky the conqueror rode, And reigns on high, the Saviour-God. 4 Jesus, we ne'er can pay

The debt we owe thy love;

Yet tell us how we may

Our gratitude approve :

Our hearts-our all to thee we give ;

Watts.

H. M.

The gift, though small, do thou receive. Stennett

158 Christ's Sufferings and Glory.
1 NOW for a tune of lofty praise,

To great Jehovah's equal Son;
Awake, my voice, in heavenly lays,
Tell the loud wonders he hath done.
2 Sing how he left the worlds of light,
And the bright robes he wore above;
How swift and joyful was the flight,
On wings of everlasting love.

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L. M.

3 Down to this base, this sinful earth
He came, to raise our nature high;
He came t'atone almighty wrath :—
Jesus, the God, was born to die.
4 Hell and its lions roared around,

His precious blood the monsters spilt ;
While weighty sorrows pressed him down,
Large as the loads of all our guilt.
5 Deep in the shades of gloomy death
Th' almighty, captive Prisoner lay;
Th' almighty Captive left the earth,
And rose to everlasting day.

6 Among a thousand harps and songs,
Jesus, the God, exalted reigns;
His sacred name fills all their tongues,
And echoes through the heavenly plains.

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The Love of Christ.

our Redeemer's glorious name
Awake the sacred song;

Oh may his love-immortal flame-
Tune every heart and tongue.

2 He left his radiant throne on high,
Left the bright realms of bliss,
And came to earth to bleed and die-
Was ever love like this?

3 Dear Lord, while we adoring pay
Our humble thanks to thee,

May every heart with rapture say— "The Saviour died for me."

4 Oh may the sweet, the blissful theme,
Fill every heart and tongue,

Till strangers love thy charming name,
And join the sacred song.

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AWAKE, my soul, in joyful lays,

Watts

C. M.

Mrs. Steele.

L.M.

And sing thy great Redeemer's praise;
He justly claims a song from me,
His loving-kindness-oh how free!

2 He saw me ruined in the fall,

Yet loved me notwithstanding all ;

He saved me from my lost estate,
His loving-kindness-oh how great!
S When trouble, like a gloomy cloud,
Has gathered thick, and thundered loud,
He near my soul has always stood,

His

loving-kindness-oh how good!

4 Often I feel my sinful heart
Prone from my Saviour to depart;
But though I have him oft forgot,
His loving-kindness changes not.
5 Soon shall I pass the gloomy vale,
Soon all my mortal powers must fail
Oh may my last expiring breath
His loving-kindness sing in death.
6 Then let me mount and soar away
To the bright world of endless day;
And sing, with rapture and surprise,
His loving-kindness in the skies.

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The Name of Jesus.

ET earth and heaven combine,
And one high anthem raise,

To sing of love divine,

And shout the Saviour's praise;
T'adore the all-atoning Lamb,
And bless the sound of Jesus' name.
2 Jesus-transporting name!

It charms the hosts above;
They evermore proclaim,

And wonder at his love;
They look upon his heavenly face,
And study his mysterious grace.

3 His name the sinner hears, And is from sin set free; 'Tis music in his ears;

'Tis life and victory;
New songs do now his lips employ,
And dances his glad heart for joy.
4 Stung by the scorpion sin,
My poor expiring soul

The balmy sound drinks in,
And is at once made whole :

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Medley

H. M.

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I see my Lord upon the tree,
I know, I feel he died for me.
Oh for a trumpet voice,

On all the world to call;
To bid their hearts rejoice

In him who died for all;

Inspire with praise each human tongue,
And wake a universal song.

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C. Wesley, (alt'd.)

Characters of Christ.

L. M.

1 GO, worship at Immanuel's feet,

See in his face what wonders meet!
Earth is too narrow to express
His worth, his glory, or his grace.

2 The whole creation can afford

But some faint shadows of my Lord :
Nature, to make his beauties known,
Must mingle colors not her own.
3 Is he a vine? His heavenly root
Supplies the boughs with life and fruit:
Oh let a lasting union join

My soul to Christ, the living Vine.
4 Is he a fountain? There I bathe,
And heal the plague of sin and death:
These waters all my soul renew,
And cleanse my spotted garments too.
5 Is he a rock? How firm he proves!
The Rock of ages never moves;
Yet the sweet streams that from him flow,
Attend us all the desert through.

6 Is he a star? He breaks the night,
Piercing the shades with dawning light;
I know his glories from afar,

I know the bright, the Morning Star.
7 Is he a sun? His beams are grace,
His course is joy and righteousness:
Nations rejoice when he appears

To chase their clouds and dry their tears.
8 Oh let me climb those higher skies,
Where storms and darkness never rise;
There he displays his power abroad,
And shines and reigns th' incarnate God.

9 Nor earth, nor seas, nor sun, nor stars,
Nor heaven, his full resemblance bears;
His beauties we can never trace,
Till we behold him face to face.

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Christ crowned as Lord of all.

LL hail, the power of Jesus' name!
Let angels prostrate fall;

Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown him Lord of all.

2 Crown him, ye martyrs of our God,
Who from his altar call;
Extol the stem of Jesse's rod,
And crown him Lord of all.

3 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race,
Ye ransomed from the fall—
Hail him who saves you by his grace,
And crown him Lord of all.

4 Ye Gentile sinners, ne'er forget
The wormwood and the gall;
Go spread your trophies at his feet,
And crown him Lord of all.

5 Let every kindred, every tribe
On this terrestrial ball,
To him all majesty ascribe,

And crown him Lord of all.

6 Oh that with yonder sacred throng
We at his feet may fall;
We'll join the everlasting song,
And crown him Lord of all.

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Scriptural Titles of Christ.
WITH cheerful voice I sing
The titles of my Lord,

WITH

And borrow all the names

Of honor from his word: Nature and art can ne'er supply Sufficient forms of majesty.

2 In Jesus we behold

His Father's glorious face,
Shining for ever bright
With mild and lovely rays:

C. M.

Duncan.

H. M.

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