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2 Then shone almighty power and love,

In all their glorious forms, When Jesus left his throne above,

To dwell with sinful worms.
3 To dwell with misery here below

The Saviour left the skies,
And stooped to wretchedness and wo,

That worthless man might rise. 4 Adoring angels tuned their songs,

To hail the joyful day;
With rapture, then, let mortal tongues,
Their grateful worship pay.

6s & 4s. 105

Worthy the Lamb.
GLORY to God on high!
Let heaven and earth reply,

“ Praise ye his name !"
Angels, his love adore,
Who all our sorrows bore;
Saints, sing for evermore,

“Worthy the Lamb.”
2 Ye, who surround the throne,
Cheerfully join in one,

Praising his name:
Ye, who have felt his blood,
Sealing your peace with God,
Sound through the earth abroad,

“ Worthy the Lamb !"
3 Join all the ransomed race,
Our Lord and God to bless :

Praise ye his name.
In him we will rejoice,


Making a cheerful noise,
Shouting with heart and voice,

“Worthy the Lamb!"
4 Soon must we change our place,
Yet will we never cease

Praising his name:
Still will we tribute bring;
Hail him our gracious King ;
And through all ages sing,
Worthy the Lamb !"

C. M. 106

Worthy the Lamb.
COME, let us join our cheerful songs,

With angels round the throne;
Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,

But all their joys are one. 2 “Worthy the Lamb that died”—they cry,

6. To be exalted thus :"-
“Worthy the Lamb”—our lips reply,

" For he was slain for us. 3 Jesus is worthy to receive

Honor and power divine;
And blessings, more than we can give,

Be, Lord, forever thine.
4 Let all that dwell above the sky,

And air, and earth, and seas,
Conspire to lift thy glories high,

And speak thy endless praise. 5 The whole creation join in one

To bless the sacred name
Of him who sits upon the throne,

And to adore the Lamb.

78 & 6s. 107

Praisc to the Saviour. TO thee, my God and Sayiour,

My heart exulting sings, Rejoicing in thy favor,

Almighty King of kings; I'll celebrate thy glory,

With all thy saints above, And tell the joyful story

Of thy redeeming love.
2 Soon as the morn, with roses,

Bedecks the dewy east,
And when the sun reposes

Upon the ocean's breast,
My voice in supplication,

Well pleased, thou shalt hear,
Oh, grant me thy salvation,

And to my soul draw near. 108

Excellency of Christ.
INFINITE excellence is thine,

Thou glorious Prince of Grace!
Thy uncreated beauties shine

With never-fading rays.
2 Sinners, from earth's remotest end,

Come bending at thy feet ;
To thee their prayers and songs ascend,

In thee their wishes meet. 3 Millions of happy spirits live

On thy exhaustless store;
From thee they all their bliss receive,

And still thou givest more. 4 Thou art their triumph, and their joy;

They find their all in thee;
Thy glories will their tongues employ

Through all eternity.

C. M.

C. P. M. 109

Excellency of Christ. 1 OH, could I speak the matchless worth, Oh, could I sound the glories forth,

Which in my Saviour shine !
I'd soar, and touch the heavenly strings,
And vie with Gabriel, while he sings

In notes almost divine,
2 I'd sing the precious blood he spilt,
My ransom from the dreadful guilt

Of sin and wrath divine:
I'd sing his glorious righteousness,
In which all-perfect, heavenly dress

My soul shall ever shine.
3 I'd sing the characters he bears,
And all the forms of love he wears,

Exalted on his throne:
In loftiest songs of sweetest praise,
I would, to everlasting days,

Make all his glories known. 4 Well—the delightful day will come, When my dear Lord will bring me home,

And I shall see his face:
Then, with my Saviour, brother, friend,
A blest eternity I'll spend,

Triumphant in his grace. 110

C. M.

Supreme Love to Christ.
DO not I love thee, O my Lord ?--

Behold my heart, and see:
And turn each worthless idol out,

That dares to rival thee.
2 Do not I love thee from my soul?-

Then let me nothing love:

Dead be my heart to every joy,

Which thou dost not approve. 3 Is not thy name melodious still

To mine attentive ear?
Doth not each pulse with pleasure beat

My Saviour's voice to hear?
4 Hast thou a lamb in all thy flock,

I would disdain to feed?
Hast thou a foe, before whose face

I fear thy cause to plead ?
6 Thou know'st I love thee, O my Lord,

But yet I long to soar
Far from the sphere of mortal joys,
That I may

love thee more.

C. M. 111

Christ precious.
JESUS, I love thy charming name;

'Tis music to my ear;
Fain would I sound out so loud,

That earth and heaven might hear.
2 Whate'er my noblest powers can wish

In thee doth richly meet;
Not to mine eyes is light so dear,

Nor friendship half so sweet.
3 Thy grace still dwells upon my heart,

Ånd sheds its fragrance there;
The noblest balm of all its wounds,

The cordial of its care!
4 I'll speak the honors of thy name,

With my last laboring breath;
Then, speechless, clasp thee in mine arms,

And trust thy love in death.

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