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Hosanna to the Son of David. Mat. xxi. 9.
Let earth and heav'n hosanna sing. Hosanna, Lord ! hosanna in the highest !
O Saviour! with protecting care Abide in this thy house of pray'r; Assembled in thy sacred name, We here thy parting promise claim. Hosanna, Lord ! hosanna in the highest !
But, chiefest in our cleansed breast,
A temple pure and worthy thee. Hosanna, Lord ! hosanna in the highest !
So, in the last and dreadful day,
Shall swell the sound of praise again. Hosanna, Lord! hosanna in the highest!
How beautiful upon the mountains. Is. lii. 7. How beauteous are their feet
· Who stand on Zion's hill; Who bring salvation on their tongues,
And words of peace reveal.
How blessed are our ears
That hear the joyful sound, Which kings and prophets longed for,
And sought, but never found.
How blessed are our eyes
That see this heav'nly light; Prophets and kings desir'd it long,
But died without the sight.
Make bare, O Lord! thine arm,
Thro' áll this earth abroad : Let ev'ry nation now behold
Their Saviour and their God.
Thy name is as ointment. Cant. i. 3.
How sweet the name of Jesus sounds
In a believer's ear; It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear.
It makes the wounded spirit whole,
And calms the troubled breast ; 'Tis manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary, rest.
Dear name! the rock on which I build,
My shield and hiding place, My never-failing treasury, fillid
With richest stores of grace.
Jesus, my Saviour, Shepherd, Friend,
My Prophet, Priest, and King ! My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End !
Accept the praise I bring.
He shall enter into peace. Is. lvii. 2. How sweet the hour of closing day,
When all is peaceful and serene, And the broad sun's retiring ray
Sheds a mild lustre o'er the scene.
Such is the Christian's parting hour,
So peacefully he sinks to rest; And faith, rekindling all its pow'r,
Lights up the languor of his breast.
A beam from heav'n is sent to cheer
The pilgrim on his gloomy road ; And angels are attending near
To bear him to their bright abode.
Who would not wish to die like those,
Whom God's own spirit deigns to bless! To sink into that soft repose,
Then wake to perfect happiness !
I know my Redeemer liveth. Job xix. 25. I know that my Redeemer lives : Oh! the sweet joy this knowledge gives. He rose triumphant from the grave, And lives eternally to save.
He lives to bless me with his love;
He lives, that he may in me dwell,
He lives, my kind my constant Friend,