2 His sovereign power, without our aid,
Made us of clay, and form'd us men;
And when like wandering sheep we stray'd,
He brought us to his fold again.
3 We'll crowd Thy gates with thankful songs;
High as the heavens our voices raise ;
And earth, with her ten thousand tongues,
Shall fill Thy courts with sounding praise.
4 Wide as the world is Thy command;
Vast as eternity Thy love;
Firm as a rock Thy truth shall stand,
When rolling years shall cease to move.
212 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 The whole creation join in one,
To bless the sacred name
Of Him that sits upon the throne,
And to adore the Lamb.
213 FROM all that dwell below the skies
Let the Creator's praise arise:
Let the Redeemer's name be sung
Through ev'ry land, by ev'ry tongue.
2 Eternal are Thy mercies, Lord,
Eternal truth attends Thy word;
Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore
Till suns shall rise and set no more.
214 SALVATION! O the joyful sound!
What pleasure to our ears!
A sov'reign balm for every wound,
A cordial for our fears.
2 Salvation! let the echo fly
The spacious earth around,
While all the armies of the sky
Conspire to raise the sound.
3 Salvation! O thou bleeding LAMB,
To Thee the praise belongs!
Salvation shall inspire our hearts,
And dwell upon our tongues.
215 Lo! round the throne, a glorious band,
The saints, in countless myriads, stand;
Of ev'ry tongue, redeem'd to God,
Array'd in garments wash'd in blood!
2 Through tribulation great they came;
They bore the cross, despis'd the shame;
But now from all their labours rest,
In God's eternal glory bless'd.
3 They see the Saviour face to face,
They sing the triumph of his grace:
And, day and night, with ceaseless praise,
To Him their loud hosannas raise:-
4 "Worthy the Lamb, for sinners slain,
Through endless years to live and reign!
Thou hast redeem'd us by Thy blood,
And made us kings and priests to God!"
216 GRACE! 'tis a welcome sound,
Harmonious to the ear!
Heaven with the echo shall resound,
And all the earth shall hear.
Grace first contriv'd the way
To save rebellious man ;
And all the steps that grace display,
Which drew the wond'rous plan.
Grace taught my wand'ring feet
To tread the heavenly road;
And new supplies each hour I meet,
While pressing on to God.
Grace all the work shall crown,
Through everlasting days;
It lays in heaven the topmost stone,
And well deserves the praise.
217 SING aloud to God our strength: He has brought us hitherto :
He will bring us home at length;
This the Lord our God will do.
2 Sing aloud to God our strength:
Sing with wonder of his love;
Who can tell its breadth and length;
Who below, or who above?
3 Sing aloud to God our strength:
He is with us where we go:
Fear not then the journey's length;
Fear not then the mighty foe.
218 OBJECT of my first desire,
Jesus crucified for me,
All to happiness aspire,
Only to be found in Thee:
Thee to praise and Thee to know
Constitutes our bliss below;
Thee to see and Thee to love
Constitutes our bliss above.
2 Lord, it is not life to live,
If thy presence Thou deny ;
Lord, if Thou thy presence give,
'Tis no longer death to die:
Source and giver of repose,
Singly from Thy smile it flows:
Peace and happiness are Thine,
Mine they are if Thou art mine.
219 THE God of love my Shepherd is,
And he that doth me feed;
While he is mine, and I am his,
What can I want or need?
2 He leads me to the tender grass,
Where I both feed and rest:
Then to the streams that gently pass:
In both I have the best.
3 Sure his sweet and wond'rous love
Shall measure out my days;
And as it never shall remove,
So neither shall my praise.
220 MIGHTY God, while angels bless Thee, May a mortal sing Thy name?
Lord of inen as well as angels,
Earth and heav'n Thy love proclaim.
Hallelujah! Amen.
2 Brightness of the Father's glory,
Should Thy praise unutter'd lie?
Cease, my tongue, the guilty silence;
Sing the Lord who came to die.
3 From the highest throne of glory
To the cross of deepest woe
Came, to ransom guilty captives:
Flow, my praise, for ever flow.
4 Join, ye ransom'd to adore Him,
Lift your hearts and songs above;
Angels, swell the sacred chorus,
Join to sing the Saviour's love.
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