1 To our Redeemer's glorious name,
Awake the sacred song!

Oh! may his love-immortal flame-
Tune every heart and tongue!

2 His love, what mortal thought can reach?
What mortal tongue display?
Imagination's utmost stretch,
In wonder, dies away.

s Dear Lord! while we adoring pay
Our humble thanks to thee,
May every heart with rapture say,-
"The Saviour died for me!"

4 Oh! may the sweet, the blissful theme,
Fill every heart and tongue,
Till strangers love thy charming name,
And join the sacred song.

451.

1 THOU, O my Jesus, thou didst me
Upon the cross embrace!

For me didst bear the nails and spear,
And manifold disgrace.

2 And griefs and torments numberless,
And sweat of agony-
Yea, death itself-and all for one
That was thine enemy.

3 Then why, O blessed Jesus Christ,
Should I not love thee well?
Not for the hope of winning heaven,
Nor of escaping hell!

4 Not with the hope of gaining aught,
Not seeking a reward;
But as thyself hast loved me,
O everlasting Lord!

5 Ev'n so I love thee, and will love,
And in thy praise will sing,
Solely because thou art my God,
And my eternal King!

1 Он, 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.

454.

1 COME join, ye saints, with heart and voice, Alone in Jesus to rejoice,

And worship at his feet; Come, take his praises on your tongues, And raise to him your thankful songs, "In him ye are complete!"

2 In him, who all our praise excels
The fullness of the Godhead dwells,

And all perfections meet;
The head of all celestial powers,
Divinely theirs, divinely ours;
"In him ye are complete!"

3 Still onward urge your heavenly way,
Dependent on him day by day,
His presence still entreat;
His precious name forever bless,
Your glory, strength and righteousness,
"In him ye are complete!"

4 Nor fear to pass the vale of death; In his dear arms resign your breath,

He'll make the passage sweet; The gloom and fears of death shall flee,` And your departing souls shall see "In him ye are complete!"

LOVING-KINDNESS. L. M.

ness, O how free!

roam.

457.

2 The Shepherd sought his sheep,
The Father sought his child;
He followed me o'er vale and hill,
O'er deserts waste and wild;
He found me nigh to death,

Famished, and faint, and lone;

He bound me with the bands of love,
He saved the wandering one.

3 He spake in tender love,

He raised my drooping head;

He gently closed my bleeding wounds, My fainting soul he fed ;

He washed my filth away,

He made me clean and fair;

He brought me to my home in peace,
The long-sought wanderer.

4 Jesus my Shepherd is,

'T was he that loved my soul.

'T was he that washed me in his blood, 'T was he that made me whole:

'T was he that sought the lost,

That found the wandering sheep,

'T was he that brought me to the fold'T was he that still doth keep.

5 No more a wandering sheep,
I love to be controlled,

I love my tender Shepherd's voice,
I love the peaceful fold:
No more a wayward child,

I seek no more to roam,

I love my heavenly Father's voice-
I love, I love his home.

458.

1 For me to live is Christ,
To die is endless gain,

For him I gladly bear the cross,
And welcome grief and pain.
Faithful may I endure,

And hear my Saviour say,

Thrice welcome home, beloved child,
Inherit endless day!

2 A pilgrimage my lot,

My home is in the skies,

I nightly pitch my tent below,
And daily higher rise:
My journey soon will end,

My scrip and staff laid down;
Oh! tempt me not with earthly toys,
I go to wear a crown.