ALL that I was, my sin, my guilt,

My death, was all my own:

All that I am, I owe to Thee,
My gracious God, alone.

2 The evil of my former state
Was mine, and only mine;
The good in which I now rejoice
Is Thine, and only Thine.

3 The darkness of my former state,
The bondage, all was mine;
The light of life in which I walk,
The liberty is Thine.

4 Thy grace first made me feel my sin,
It taught me to believe;
Then, in believing, peace I found,
And now I live, I live!

5 All that I am, while here on earth, All that I hope to be,

When Jesus comes and glory dawns, I owe it, Lord, to Thee.

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H. BONAR.

FATHER, whose everlasting love

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Thy only Son for sinners gave, Whose grace to all did freely move, And sent Him down the world to save;

2 Help us Thy mercy to extol,

Immense, unfathomed, unconfined; To praise the Lamb who died for all, The general Saviour of mankind.

3 The world He suffered to redeem;

For all He hath the atonement made; For those that will not come to Him The ransom of His life was paid. 4 Why then, Thou universal Love, Should any of Thy grace despair? To all, to all, Thy heart doth move, But straitened in ourselves we are. 5 Arise, O God, maintain Thy cause! The fulness of the Gentiles call; Lift up the standard of Thy cross, And all shall own, Christ died for all.

4 For this stupendous love of Heaven, What grateful honour shall we show? Where much transgression is forgiven, Let love with equal ardour glow.

5 By this inspired, let all our days With various holiness be crowned: Let truth and goodness, prayer and praise,

In all abide, in all abound.

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G

T. GIBBONS.

C.M.

RACE! how melodious is the sound!
What music to our ear!

Spread the sweet accent far around,
That heaven and earth may hear.

2 Where sin, abounding sin, hath reigned,
Grace reigns, abounding more;
Behold an ocean here, without
A bottom or a shore!

3 From the high heaven's eternal throne It overflowed our earth,

When Christ, the first-born Son, came down,

And angels hailed His birth.

4 Grace was the theme, the gladdening theme,

Of their astonished strains; Grace, free, abounding grace, to man, Through all their anthems reigns.

5 And shall we still persist in sin, That grace may yet abound? Forbid it, Lord! nor let the thought Within our hearts be found!

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BOYCE.

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RACE! 'tis a charming sound,
Harmonious to my ear;
Heaven with the echo shall resound,
And all the earth shall hear.

2 Grace first contrived a way
To save rebellious man;
And all the steps that grace display
Which drew the wondrous plan.

3 Grace taught my wandering feet
To tread the heavenly road;
And new supplies I hourly meet,
While pressing home to God.

4 Grace all the work shall crown,
Through everlasting days;
It lays in heaven the topmost stone,
And well deserves the praise.
DODDRIDGE.

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83.

GREAT God of wonders, all Thy ways

Are worthy of Thyself-divine! But the bright glories of Thy grace Beyond Thine other wonders shine Who is a pardoning God like Thee? Or who has grace so rich and free? 2 Such deep transgressions to forgive, Such guilty, daring worms to spare,-This is Thy grand prerogative,

And in the honour none shall share. Who is a pardoning God like Thee? Or who has grace so rich and free?

3 Pardon-from an offended God! Pardon-for sins of deepest dye!

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ORD, when we creation scan,

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See what Thou hast done for man, Then our grateful hearts agree, What a debt we owe to Thee. 2 Every note that cheers the vale, Every sweet that scents the gale, Every blooming flower we see, Tells the joy we owe to Thee. 3 Every breath that heaves the breast, Every sound by voice exprest, Every thought the mind sets free, Tells the life we owe to Thee. 4 But when we redemption view, Gaze on all Thy love could do, Lord, our grateful hearts agree, How much more we owe to Thee. 5 When we think what we have been, Sunk in sorrow, lost in sin,Now from sin and sorrow free, Our own selves we owe to Thee. 6 When we hear our Master say, "Death is vanquished, come away, Heaven awaits you," we shall see, Lord, how much we owe to Thee! J. D. CARLYLE.

2

3

Sing aloud in Jesus' name;
Ye who His salvation prove,
Triumph in redeeming love.
Ye who see the Father's grace
Beaming in the Saviour's face,
As to Canaan on ye move,
Praise and bless redeeming love.
Mourning souls! dry up your tears:
Banish all your guilty fears:
See your guilt and curse remove,
Cancelled by redeeming love.
4 Ye. alas! who long have been
Willing slaves to death and sin,
Now from bliss no longer rove,
Stop and taste redeeming love.
5 Welcome, all by sin oppressed,
Welcome to the Saviour's breast:
Nothing brought Him from above,
Nothing but redeeming love.

6 Hither, then, your music bring.
Strike aloud each tuneful string;
Mortals! join the host above,
Join to praise redeeming love.
MADAN'S COLLECTION.

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0

75.

L.M.

LOVE, how deep! how broad! how high!
It fills the heart with ecstasy,
That GOD, the SON of GOD. should take
Our mortal form for mortal's sake.

2 He sent no angel to our race
Of higher or of lower place,
But wore the robe of human frame
Himself, and to this lost world came.
3 For us He was baptized, and bore
His holy fast, and hungered sore;
For us temptations sharp He knew;
For us the tempter overthrew.

4

For us He prayed, for us He taught, For us His daily works He wrought; By words, and signs, and actions, thus Still seeking not Himself but us.

5 For us to wicked men betrayed, Scourged, mocked, in purple robe arrayed,

He bore the shameful cross and death; For us at length gave up His breath. 6 For us He rose from death again, For us He went on high to reign, For us He sent His SPIRIT here To guide, to strengthen, and to cheer. 7 To Him whose boundless love has won Salvation for us through His SON, To GOD the FATHER, glory be Both now and through eternity. LATIN HYMN, trans. J. M. NEALE.

From their abyss of woes.

3 'Twas mercy filled the throne, And wrath stood silent by,

When Christ was sent with pardons,

down

SALVATION! O melodious sound

To wretched dying men!
Salvation that from God proceeds,
And leads to God again!
2 But O! may a degenerate soul,
Sinful and weak as mine,
Presume to raise a trembling eye
To blessings so divine?

3 The lustre of so bright a bliss
My feeble heart o'erbears,
And unbelief almost perverts
The promise into tears.

4 My Saviour-God, no voice but Thine
These dying hopes can raise:
Speak Thy salvation to my soul,
And turn its tears to praise.

5 My Saviour-God, this broken voice
Transported shall proclaim,

And call on all the angelic harps
To sound so sweet a name.

The voice that gives our conscience

rest;

That dissipates our guilty fear,
And tells us we are truly blest.

4 May mercy still remove our fear,
And bind our souls with cords of love!
Mercy that soothes our sorrows here,
And gives us hope of joys above.
T. KELLY.

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WE

C.M. double.

E love Thee, Lord, yet not alone Because Thy bounteous hand Showers down its rich and ceaseless gifts On ocean and on land;

Because Thou bidd'st the sun go forth
Rejoicing in his might,

And kindle earth to glowing life
And beauty with his light.-

2 'Tis not alone because Thy names
Of wisdom, power, and love,
Are written on the earth beneath,
The glorious skies above.

For these Thy gifts we praise Thee, Lord;
Yet not for these alone,

The incense of Thy children's love
Arises to Thy throne.

3 We love Thee, Lord, because when we Had erred and gone astray,

Thou didst recall our wandering souls Into the heavenward way;

When helpless, hopeless we were lost In sin and sorrow's night,

Thou didst send forth a guiding ray Of Thy benignant light.

4 Because, when we forsook Thy ways, Nor kept Thy holy will,

Thou wast not the avenging Judge,
But gracious Father still.

Because we have forgot Thee, Lord
Yet Thou hast not forgot
Because we have forsaken Thee,
Yet Thou forsakest not.-

5 Because, O Lord, Thou lovedst us
With everlasting love;

Because Thy Son came down to die, That we might live above;

Because, when we were heirs of wrath, Thou gavest hopes of heaven;

Yes; much we love, who much have

sinned,

4 When sunk in sorrow, I despaired,
And changed my hopes for fears,
He bore my griefs, my burden shared,
And wiped away my tears;

5 Therefore the joy by Him restored,
To Him by right belongs;
And to my gracious, loving Lord
I'll sing through life my songs;
6 For I am His, and He is mine,
The God whom I adore;
My Father, Saviour, Comforter,
Now and for evermore.

J. S. B. MONSELL.

THE LORD JESUS CHRIST.

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ALL

PRAISE.

C.M.

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 seed of Israel's chosen race,
A remnant weak and small;
Hail Him who saves you by His grace,
And crown Him Lord of all.

4 Sinners! whose love can 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 O that, with yonder sacred throng,
We at His feet may fall!
There join the everlasting song,
And crown Him Lord of all!
E. PERRONET.

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BRETHREN, let us join to bless

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Christ our Peace and Righteousness; Let our praise to Him be given, High at God's right hand in heaven. 2 Son of God, to Thee we bow,

Thou art Lord, and only Thou; Thou the woman's promised seed: Glory of Thy Church, and Head! 3 Thee the angels ceaseless sing, Thee we praise, our Priest and King, Worthy is Thy name of praise, Full of glory, full of grace.

4 Thou hast the glad tidings brought
Of salvation fully wrought;
Wrought, to set Thy people free,
Wrought to bring our souls to Thee.
5 May we follow and adore

Thee, our Saviour, more and more;
Guide and bless us with Thy love
Till we join Thy saints above.

J. CENNICK.

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CHRIST, above all glory seated! King triumphant, strong to save! Dying, Thou hast Death defeated, Buried, Thou hast spoiled the grave. 2 Thou art gone, where now is given, What no mortal might could gain, On the eternal throne of heaven In Thy Father's power to reign.

3 There Thy kingdoms all adore Thee,
Heaven above and earth below:
While the depths of hell before Thee,
Trembling and defeated bow.

4 We, O Lord, with hearts adoring,
Follow Thee above the sky:
Hear our prayers Thy grace imploring,
Lift our souls to Thee on high!

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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, "To be exalted thus:

"Worthy the Lamb!" our lips reply, "For He was slain for us.'

3 Jesus is worthy to receive

Honour and power divine;

And blessings more than we can give
Be, Lord, for ever Thine.

4 Let all that dwell above the sky,
And air, and earth, and seas,
Conspire to lift Thy glories high,
And speak Thine endless praise.
5 The whole creation join in one,
To bless the sacred name
Of Him that sits upon the throne,
And to adore the Lamb.

Lo, He lives and reigns for ever, Victor after hard-won fight! Where the song of the redeemed Rings unceasing, day and night. 4 Yet this earth He still remembers, Still by Him the flock are fed: Yea, He gives them food immortal, Gives Himself, the Living Bread: Leads them where the precious Fountain From the smitten Rock is shed.

5 Trust Him, then, ye fainting_pilgrims; Who shall pluck you from His hand? Pledged He stands for your salvation, Pledged to give the promised land, Where among the ransomed nations' Ye, too, round His throne shall stand. J. HUPTON and J. M. NEALE.

Crown Him the Lord of Heaven! Enthroned in worlds above;

2 All they around the throne
Cheerfully join in one,
Praising His name:

We, who have felt His blood
Sealing our peace with God,
Sound His dear fame 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 Though we must change our place, Yet shall we never cease

Praising His name:

To Him we'll tribute bring;
Hail Him our gracious King;
And without ceasing sing,
"Worthy the Lamb!"

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J. ALLEN.

Go, worship at Immanuel's feet,

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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 colours not her own.

3 O let me climb those higher skies,
Where storms and darkness never rise!
There He displays His power abroad,
And shines and reigns the incarnate
God.

4 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.

The wondrous name of Love!

All hail, Redeemer, hail!

For Thou hast died for me:

Thy praise shall never never fail Throughout eternity!

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M. BRIDGES and G. THRING,

GLORY to God on high!

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Let heaven and earth reply, "Praise ye His name!"

Angels, His love adore

Who all our sorrows bore:

And saints, cry evermore,

"Worthy the Lamb!"

All our sins on Thee were laid; By almighty love anointed,

Thou hast full atonement made. Every sin may be forgiven,

Through the virtue of Thy blood; Opened is the gate of heaven,

Peace is made 'twixt man and God.

3 Jesus, hail! enthroned in glory,
There for ever to abide;

All the heavenly hosts adore Thee,
Seated at Thy Father's side:

There for sinners Thou art pleading,

Spare them yet another year;' Thou for saints art interceding, Till in glory they appear.