Come, Lord, nor let thy promise fail,
Nor let thy chariot long delay.

HYMN 62. C. M. Christmas. Devizes. [*] The Lamb of God worshipped. Rev. v. 11-13. OME, let us join our cheerful songs,

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With angels round the throne;

Ten thousand thousand are their tongues.
But all their joys are one.

o 2" Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry,
"To be exalted thus:"

-"Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply, "For he was slain for us.'

o 3 Jesus is worthy to receive
Honour and power divine;

And blessings, more than we can give,
Be, Lord, forever thine.

o 4 Let all who dwell above the sky,
And air, and earth, and seas,

u Conspire to lift thy glories high, And speak thine endless praise. 5 The whole creation join in one, To bless the sacred name

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Of Him who sits upon the throne,
And to adore the Lamb.

HYMN 63. L. M. Oporto. [*]

Christ's Humiliation and Exaltation. Rev. v. 12.

W To Thee, O Lord our God, the Lamb;

THAT equal honours shall we bring,

When all the notes that angels sing,
Are far inferior to thy name?

2 Worthy is He, who once was slain.
The Prince of Life, who groaned and died,
• Worthy to rise, and live, and reign
At his Almighty Father's side.

-3 Power and dominion are his due, e Who stood condemned at Pilate's bar;

-Wisdom belongs to Jesus too,

Though he was charged with madness there.

-4 All riches are his native right, e Yet he sustained amazing loss;

To him ascribe eternal might,
-Who left his weakness on the cross.

5 Honour immortal must be paid,
Instead of scandal and of scorn;
While glory shines around his head,
And a bright crown without a thorn.

o 6 Blessings forever on the Lamb,
Who bore the curse for wretched men!
g Let angels sound his sacred name,
And every creature say, AMEN.

HYMN 64. S. M. Dover.
Adoption. 1 John iii. 1, &c.

what

Newton. [*] Gal. vi. 6.

The Father hath bestowed

On sinners of a mortal race,

To call them sons of God!

2 'Tis no surprising thing,

That we should be unknown;

grace

The Jewish world knew not their King,
God's everlasting Son.

3 Nor does it yet appear,

How great we must be made;
But when we see our Saviour here,
We shall be like our head.

4 A hope, so much divine,
May trials well endure;

May purge our souls from sense and sin,
As Christ the Lord is pure.

5 If in my Father's love
I share a filial part,

Send down thy Spirit, like a dove,
To rest upon my heart.

6 We would no longer lie

Like slaves beneath the throne

My faith shall Abba, Father, cry,
And thou the kindred own.

HYMN 65. L. M.

Wells. [*]

The World subjected to Christ. Rev. xi. 15. 1 I ET the seventh angel sound on high!

Let shouts be heard, through all the sky'

Kings of the earth, with glad accord,
Give up your kingdoms to the Lord.
g 2 Almighty God, thy power assume,
Who wast, and art, and art to come;
Jesus, the Lamb who once was slain,
Forever live, forever reign!

d 3 The angry nations fret and roar,
That they can slay the saints no more;
o On wings of vengeance flies our God,
To pay the long arrears of blood.
g 4 Now must the rising dead appear;

Now the decisive sentence hear: o Now the dear martyrs of the Lord Receive an infinite reward.]

HYMN 66. L. M. Portugal. [*] Christ the King, at his Table. Sol. Song, i. 2-5, 12, 13, 17.

1 LET him embrace my soul, and prove
Mine interest in his heavenly love;

The voice that tells me thou art mine,
Exceeds the blessings of the vine.

2 On thee th' anointing Spirit came,
And spreads the savour of thy name;
That oil of gladness, and of grace,
Draws virgin souls to meet thy face.
e 3 Jesus, allure me by thy charms,-
My soul shall fly into thine arms!
Our wandering feet thy favours bring
To the fair chambers of the King.

-4 (Wonder and pleasure tune our voice,
To speak thy praises, and our joys;
Our memory keeps this love of thine,
Beyond the taste of richest wine.)

5 Though in ourselves deformed we are,
And black as Kedar's tents appear;
Yet when we put thy beauties on,
Fair as the courts of Solomon.

6 (While at his table sits the King,
He loves to see us smile and sing;
Our graces are our best perfume,

And breathe like spikenard round the room.)

7 As myrrh, new bleeding from the tree,
Such is a dying Christ to me:

And while he makes my soul his guest,
My bosom, Lord, shall be thy rest.

8 No beams of cedar or of fir

Can with thy courts on earth compare:
And here we wait, until thy love

Raise us to nobler seats above.]

HYMN 67. L. M. Sicilian. Moreton. [b*] Seeking the Pastures of Christ.

Sol. Song, i. 7. 1 THOU, whom my soul admires above All earthly joy and earthly love— e Tell me, dear Shepherd, let me know, Where do thy sweetest pastures grow? e 2 Where is the shadow of that rock, That from the sun defends thy flock? Fain would I feed among thy sheep, Among them rest, among them sleep. 3 Why should thy bride appear like one, That turns aside to paths unknown? o My constant feet would never rove,― Would never seek another love.

o 4 The footsteps of thy flock I see;

Thy sweetest pastures here they be;
A wondrous feast thy love prepares,
Bought with thy wounds, and groans, and tears.
e 5 His dearest flesh he makes my food,
And bids me drink his richest blood;

o Here, to these hills, my soul would come,
Till my Beloved lead me home.

HYMN 68. L. M. Oporto. [*]

Banquet of Love. Sol. Song, ii. 1—7.

EHOLD the Rose of Sharon here,

[B The Lily which the valleys bear

Behold the Tree of Life, that gives
Refreshing fruit, and healing leaves.
2 Amongst the thorns so lilies shine:
Amongst wild gourds, the noble vine:
So in my eyes my Saviour proves,
Amidst a thousand meaner loves.

3 Beneath his cooling shade I sit,
To shield me from the burning heat:
Of heavenly fruit he spreads a feast,
To feed my eyes, and please my taste.
4 (Kindly he brought me to the place,
Where stands the banquet of his grace;
He saw me faint; and o'er my head
The banner of his love he spread.

5 With living bread and generous wine,
He cheers this sinking heart of mine;
And opening his own heart to me,
He shows his thoughts, how kind they be.)
6 O never let my Lord depart!
Lie down, and rest upon my heart;
I charge my sin not once to move,
Nor stir, nor wake, nor grieve my Love.]

HYMN 69. L. M. Shoel. [*]

Christ's Love to his Church. Sol. Song, ii. 8-13

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THE

HE voice of my Beloved sounds,
Over the rocks and rising grounds;
O'er hills of guilt, and seas of grief,
He leaps, he flies—to my relief.

e 2 Now, through the veil of flesh I see,
With eyes of love he looks on me ;
—Now, in the gospel's clearest glass,
He shows the beauties of his face.

b 3 Gently he draws my heart along,
Both with his beauties, and his tongue;

u Rise," saith my Lord, "make haste away!
"No mortal joys are worth thy stay.

b 4 "The Jewish wintry state is gone,
"The mists are fled, the spring comes on;
"The sacred turtle dove we hear

0 "Proclaim the new, the joyful year.
-5 "The immortal vine of heavenly root
"Blossoms and buds, and gives her fruit;
e Lo, we are come to taste the wine;
• Our souls rejoice and bless the Vine.
-6 And when we hear our Jesus say,
0 "Rise up, my love, make haste away!"
Our hearts would fain outfly the wind,
And leave all earthly loves behind