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. Watts.

157 Gratitude to the Saviour.

H. M. 1 COME, every pious heart

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. 2

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. 3 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;

The gift, though small, do thou receive. Stennett 158

Christ's Sufferings and Glory. L. M. 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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3 Down to this base, this sinful earth

He came, to raise our nature high;
He came tatone 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.

Watts 159 The Love of Christ.

C.M. 1 To

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—

60 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.

Mrs. Steele. 160 Loving-Kindness.

L. M. 1 A WAKE, my soul, in joyful lays,

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! 3 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. Medley 161 The Name of Jesus.

H. M, 1 LET earth and heaven.combine,

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 :

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. C. Wesley, (alt'd.) 162 Characters of Christ.

L. M. 0, 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. 163 Christ crowned as Lord of all. C. M. 1 ALL hail, the power of Jesus' name!

A 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. Duncan. 164

Scriptural Titles of Christ. H. M.
ITH cheerful voice I sing

The titles of my Lord,
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 :

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