2 Jesus Christ His sceptre sways,
Ransom'd sinners sing His praise;
Zion shouts in loftiest strains,
"Hallelujah, Jesus reigns."
3 Potent foes before Him fall,
God hath made Him Lord of all;
Let His church with rapture sing,
"Hallelujah, Christ is King."

4 Slaves rejoice to lose their chains,
Jesus their deliv'rer reigns;
Heaven and earth in songs accord,
"Hallelujah to the Lord."

5 All His saints this joy partake, And when earth's huge pillars shake, They shall sing in heav'nly strains, 'Hallelujah, Jesus reigns."

J. IRONS, 1816.

174 Altogether lovely. Sol. Songs v.16, L.M.

1 ET Zion hear while I proclaim

My preciousSaviour's matchless name; He's wise and holy, just and true, And altogether lovely too.

2 He's lovely from His head to feet,

His heart is love-His mouth most sweet;
Angels and saints delight to sing,
Their altogether lovely King.

3 Essential deity He claims-
Reveals Himself in lovely names-
He lives, and dies, and reigns for us-
He's altogether lovely thus.

4 His loveliness has won my heart,
Dear Jesus, let us never part;
I'll sound Thy lovely name abroad,
My altogether lovely Lord.

5 Up to His throne I soon shall go,
More of His loveliness to know!
While ransom'd millions shall declare,
He's altogether lovely there.

175

1

N°

J. IRONS, 1816.

L.M.

Jesus fairer than the children of
men. Ps. xlv. 2-6.

OW be my heart inspired to sing
The glories of my Saviour-King,
Jesus the Lord; how heavenly fair
His form how bright His beauties are!"

2 O'er all the sons of human race
He shines with a superior grace:
Love from His lips divinely flows,
And blessings all His state compose.

8 Dress Thee in arms, most mighty Lord, Gird on the terror of Thy sword;

In majesty and glory ride,

With truth and meekness at Thy side.

177 1 DRAW

Ps. cxlv. 10.

8.8.6.

RAW near, ye saints, with sweetest
praise,

Melodious notes, and rapturous lays;
In adoration join:

Before His throne, beneath His feet,
In whom salvation's wonders meet,
And blessings all combine!

2 To Christ our light, our life, and praise, Eternal strength and righteousness,

Adoring homage pay:

He calls for loudest praise from us, Who died and saved us from the curse, And bore our sins away!

3 Lo! God with us, what glories shine! Here all the attributes Divine

Refulgently unite;

The glories of His truth and grace, His justice and His holiness, Angelic praise excite!

4 Since they in ecstasies above Adore the grace, the wondrous love Of our Incarnate God;

What ardent praises shall we bring,
Who louder should than angels sing,
For we are bought with blood!
W. W. HORNE, 1823.

178

This is my Friend. Sol. Songs v. 16.

L.M.

1 COME, heav'n-born souls, unite to tell

The glories which in Jesus dwell; His everlasting Godhead sing, And triumph in Him as your King. 2 The heav'nly hosts adore His name, Who bore His people's guilt and shame; All sacred beauties in Him meet, Come bow and worship at His feet. 3 He's lovely in the realms aboveHis loveliness believers proveHe's lovely both in life and death, O let His praise employ your breath. 4 He reigns, and shall for ever reign, No more let ransom'd souls complain, But touch the sceptre of His love And wait to reign with Him above. J. IRONS, 1816.

179

King of kings, and Lord of lords.
Rev. xix. 16.

KING of kings, and Lord of lords!

What delight the sound affords;

Jesus shall for ever reign,
Final vict'ry He shall gain.

2 Lord of lords, and King of kings!
Every mourner joyful sings;
None shall of His rule complain,
When the Saviour comes to reign.
3 King of kings, and Lord of lords!
Broken are oppressions cords;
Satan conquered! swell the strain!
Jesus doth for ever reign.

4 Lord of lords, and King of kings!
Order, riches, rest He brings;
Warfare, hatred, fear shall cease,
Vanquished by the Prince of Peace.
5 King of kings, and Lord of lords!
Earth and heaven repeat the words;
Truth and love will He restore,
He shall reign for evermore.

6 Lord of lords, and King of kings!
Loud and long the anthem rings;
Hallelujah! shout again!
Jesus shall for ever reign.

78.

C.M.

2 My gracious Master and my God, Assist me to proclaim,

And spread through all the earth abroad The honours of Thy name.

3 Jesus, the name that charms our fears, That bids our sorrows cease;

"Tis music in the sinner's ears,
"Tis life, and health, and peace.

4 He breaks the power of cancell'd sin,
He sets the prisoners free:

His blood can make the foulest clean,
His blood avail'd for me.

C. WESLEY, 1740.

181 The perfect Offering. Heb. x. 14. C.M.

1

HE true Messiah now appears,
The types are all withdrawn';

So fly the shadows and the stars
Before the rising dawn.

2 No smoking sweets, nor bleeding lambs
Nor kid, nor bullock slain;
Incense and spice of costly names

Would all be burnt in vain.

3 Aaron must lay his robes away, His mitre and his vest,

When God Himself comes down to be The offering and the priest.

4 He took our mortal flesh, to show The wonders of His love:

For us He paid His life below,

And prays for us above.

5 'Father,' He cries, 'forgive their sins, For I Myself have died; '

And then He shows His open'd veins,
And pleads His wounded side.
I. WATTS, 1707.

182

1

COME, ye that love the Saviour's name,

And joy to make it known;

The Sovereign of your heart proclaim,
And bow before His throne.

2 Behold your King, your Saviour crown'd With glories all divine;

And tell the wondering nations round
How bright those glories shine.

3 Infinite power and boundless grace
In Him unite their rays:
You, that have e'er beheld His face,
Can you forbear His praise?

4 When in His earthly courts we view
The glories of our King,
We long to love as angels do,
And wish like them to sing.

10 Christ the Lord let every tongue

1 Tablest tribute bring!

When He's the subject of the song,
Who can refuse to sing?

2 Survey the beauties of His face,
And on His glories dwell;
Think of the wonders of his grace,
And all His triumphs tell.

3 Majestic sweetness sits enthroned
Upon His awful brow;

His head with radiant glories crown'd,
His lips with grace o'erflow.

4 No mortal can with Him compare,
Among the sons of men;
Fairer He is than all the fair

That fill the heavenly train.

5 He saw me plunged in deep distress, He flew to my relief;

For me He bore the shameful cross,
And carried all my grief.

6 To heaven, the place of His abode,
He brings my weary feet;
Shows me the glories of my God,
And makes my joys complete.

S. STENNETT, 1787.

a believer's ear!

In a

It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear.

2 It makes the wounded spirit whole,
And calms the troubled breast;
'Tis manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary rest.

3 Dear Name! the rock on which I build,
My shield and hiding-place;
My never-failing treasury, filled
With boundless stores of grace.

4 By Thee my prayers acceptance gain,
Although with sin defiled:
Satan accuses me in vain,
And I am owned a child.

185 Christ is precious. I Pet. ii. 7. 148th.

2

3

4

Tad set His glory forth,
speak my Saviour's name,

To sound abroad His fame,
And estimate His worth;

Would well employ th' angelic throng,

And shall engage my thankful tongue.

His person, grace, and might,
His offices and love,

Are sources of delight

To ransom'd souls above;

In their loud songs I'll bear a part,
For Christ is precious to my heart.

My Brother, Surety, Friend;
My Prophet, Priest, and King:
Faith's author, object, end:
Around His cross I'll cling;

His precious blood redeem'd my soul,

He found me maim'd, and made me whole.

In comfort and distress,

In freedom and in thrall,
"Tis He alone can bless,
For He is all in all:

In life and death, O, may I find
My Jesus precious to my mind.

186

1S

J. IRONS, 1816.

WEETER sounds than music knows,
Charm me in Emmanuel's name;

All her hopes my spirit owes

To His birth, and cross, and shame.

2 When He came, the angels sung,
"Glory be to God on high!"
Lord, unloose my stammering tongue,
Who should louder sing than I?

3 Did the Lord a man become,
That He might the law fulfil,
Bleed and suffer in my room,
And canst thou, my tongue, be still?

How charming is the sound!

C.M.

What joyful news! what heavenly sense In that dear name is found!

2 Our souls, all guilty and condemn'd, In hopeless fetters lay;

Our souls, with numerous sins depraved, To death and hell a prey.

3 Jesus, to purge away our guilt,

A willing victim fell,

And on His cross triumphant broke
The bands of death and hell.

4 Our foes were mighty to destroy,
He mightier was to save;

He died, but could not long be held
A prisoner in the grave.

5 Jesus! who mighty art to save,

Still push Thy conquests on;
Extend the triumphs of Thy cross,
Where'er the sun has shone.
60 Captain of salvation! make

Thy power and mercy known;
Till crowds of willing converts come
And worship at Thy throne.

188

JOSEPH STENNETT, 1709.

Precious Jesus. 1 Pet. ii. 7.

JEST music to mine ear;
ESUS, I love Thy charming name,

C.M.

Fain would I sound it out so loud
That earth and heaven should hear.

2 Yes, Thou art precious to my soul,
My transport and my trust;
Jewels to Thee are gaudy toys,
And gold is sordid dust.

3 All my capacious powers can wish
In Thee doth richly meet;
Nor to mine eyes is light so dear,
Nor friendship half so sweet.

4 Thy grace still dwells upon my heart,
And sheds its fragrance there;
The noblest balm of all its wounds,
The cordial of its care.

1

ΚΙ

ANNE STEELE, 1760.

Jesu's Grace sufficient.

2 Cor. xii. 9.

C.M.

IND are the words that Jesus speaks To cheer the drooping saint; 'My grace sufficient is for you, Though nature's powers may faint. 2 "My grace its glories shall display, And make your griefs remove: Your weakness shall the triumphs tell Of boundless power and love."

3 What though my griefs are not removed, Yet why should I despair?

While my kind Saviour's arms support,
I can the burden bear.

4 Jesus, my Saviour and my Lord,
'Tis good to trust Thy name;
Thy power, Thy faithfulness, and love,
Will ever be the same.

5 Weak as I am, yet through Thy grace
I all things can perform;

And, smiling, triumph in Thy name,
Amid the raging storm.

JOHN NEEDHAM, 1768.

191 Worthy the Lamb. Rev. v.6-9. L.M.

1 ALL mortal vanities begone,

Nor tempt my eyes, nor tire my ears; Behold, amidst th' eternal throne A vision of the Lamb appears.

2 All the assembling saints around
Fall worshipping before the Lamb,
And in new songs of gospel sound
Address their honours to His name.

3 The joy, the shout, the harmony,
Flies o'er the everlasting hills;
'Worthy art Thou alone,' they cry,
'To read the books, to loose the seals.'

4 Our voices join the heavenly strain,
And with transporting pleasure sing.
'Worthy the Lamb that once was slain,
To be our Teacher and our King!'

5 Thou hast redeem'd our souls from hell
With Thy most costly precious blood;
And wretches that did once rebel
Are now made favourites of their God.

6 Worthy for ever is the Lord,

That died for treasons not His own,
By every tongue to be adored,
And dwell upon His Father's throne.
I. WATTS, 1707.

The Lamb enthroned.

192 Rev. v. 6, 8-10, 12

1 BEAmidst His Father's throne:

EHOLD the glories of the Lamb

Prepare new honours for His name,
And songs before unknown.

2 Let elders worship at His feet,
The church adore around,
With vials full of odours sweet,
And harps of sweeter sound.

3 Eternal Father, who shall look
Into Thy secret will?

C.M.

Who but the Son shall take that book,
And open every seal?

4 He shall fulfil Thy great decrees,-
The Son deserves it well;

Lo, in His hand the sovereign keys
Of heaven, and death, and hell!

5 Now to the Lamb, that once was slain,
Be endless blessings paid;
Salvation, glory, joy remain
For ever on Thy head.

6 Thou hast redeem'd our souls with blood, Hast set the prisoners free,

Hast made us kings and priests to God,
And we shall reign with Thee.

7 The worlds of nature and of grace
Are put beneath Thy power;
Then shorten these delaying days,
And bring the promised hour.

I. WATTS 1709.

1 A

Heb. xiii. 8.

C.M.

FRIEND there is,-your voices join, Ye saints, to praise His name! Whose truth and kindness are divine, Whose love's a constant flame.

2 When most we need His helping hand,
This Friend is always near;
With heaven and earth at His command,
He waits to answer prayer.

3 His love no end or measure knows,
No change can turn its course,
Immutably the same it flows
From one eternal source.

4 When frowns appear to veil His face,
And clouds surround His throne,
He hides the purpose of His grace,
To make it better known.

5 And, if our dearest comforts fall
Before His sovereign will,
He never takes away our all,
Himself He gives us still!

6 Our sorrows in the scale He weighs,
And measures out our pains;
The wildest storm His word obeys,
His word its rage restrains.

J. SWAIN, 1792.