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T. 22.
MY song shall bless the Lord of all,
My praise ascend to his abode:
Thee, Saviour, by that name I call,
The great Supreme, the mighty God.
2 Without beginning or decline,

Object of faith, and not of sense;
Eternal ages saw him shine,

He shines eternal ages hence.

3 As much, when in the manger laid,
Almighty ruler of the sky,

As when the six-days' work he made,
Filled all the morning-stars with joy.

4 Of all the crowns Jehovah bears,

Salvation is his dearest claim; [hears, That gracious sound well-pleased he And owns Immanuel for his name.

5 A cheerful confidence I feel;

My well-placed hopes with joy I see; My bosom glows with heavenly zeal To worship him who died for me. 6 As man he pities my complaint; His power and truth are all divine; He will not fail, he cannot faint; Salvation's sure, and must be mine. W. Cowper, 1731-180 ́.

THE Church on earth, in humble strain, Exalteth Christ our Saviour;

She sings, The Lamb for us was slain,

Our foe is cast for ever; [cious blood
For Christ hath redeemed us by his pre-
Out of every nation and kindred,
And made us thereby kings and priests
unto God;

To him thanksgiving be rendered.
2 When Christ in majesty shall come,
With all his bright attendance,
On every man pronounce a doom,

An awful, final sentence: [dread, Then shall all his enemies, quaking with Wish mountains and rocks them to [their head, The ransomed with gladness will lift up And live with Jesus for ever.

cover;

WORTHY, O Lord, art thou,
That every knee should bow,
Every tongue to thee confess;
Universal nature join,
Strong and mighty, thee to bless;
Gracious, merciful, benign.

2 Hail your dread Lord and ours, Dominions, thrones, and powers: Source of power he rules alone:

Veil your faces, prostrate fall,
Cast your crowns before his throne,
Hail the cause, the Lord of all.
3 Justice and truth maintain
Thy everlasting reign;
One in majesty divine,

With thy Father on his throne,
King of kings, let all combine,
Gratefully thy sway to own.
4 Jesus, thou art my King,
To me thy succour bring;
Christ, the mighty One, art thou,
Help for all on thee is laid;
This thy promise claim I now,
Send me down the promised aid.
5 Triumph and reign in me,
And spread thy victory;
Sin, and death, and hell control,

Pride, and self, and every foe;
All subdue, through all my soul
Conquering and to conquer go.
Ch. Wesley, 1708-88.

4 He sees us willing slaves

To sin and Satan's power;
But with an outstretched arm he saves,
In his appointed hour.

5 The Holy Ghost he sends
Our stubborn souls to move;
To make his enemies his friends,
And conquer them by love.

6 The love of sin departs,

The life of grace takes place, Soon as his voice invites our hearts To rise and seek his face.

7 The world and Satan rage,

But he their power controls;
His wisdom, love, and truth engage
Protection for our souls.

8 Though pressed, we need not yield,
But shall prevail at length;
For Jesus is our sun and shield,
Our righteousness and strength.
9 Assured that Christ our King
Will put our foes to flight,
We on the field of battle sing,
And triumph while we fight.

2 Crown him, ye morning stars of light,
Who fixed this floating ball;
Now hail the Strength of Israel's might,
And crown him Lord of all.

3 Crown him, ye martyrs of your God,
Who from his altar call;
Extol of Jesse's stem the rod,
And crown him Lord of all.

4 Ye seed of Israel's chosen race,
Ye ransomed of the fall,

Hail him who saves you by his grace
And crown him Lord of all.

5 Hail him, ye heirs of David's line,
Whom David Lord did call ;
The God incarnate, Man divine;
And crown him Lord of all.

6 Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget
The wormwood and the gall;
Go, spread your trophies at his fect,
And crown him Lord of all.

7 Let every tribe and every tongue
Before him prostrate fall

And shout, in universal song,
The crowned Lord of all.

Who brought the news of pardon down, And sealed it with his blood.

2 To Christ, the anointed King,
Be endless blessings given;

Let the whole earth his glory sing,
Who made our peace with heaven.

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Isaac Watts, 1674-1749.
T. 96.

JESUS thou source of calm repose,
Thy like, nor man, nor angel knows,
Fairest among ten thousand fair;
E'en those, whom death's sad fetters
bound,
[round,
Whom thickest darkness compassed
Find light and life, if thou appear.

2 Effulgence of the light divine,
Ere rolling planets knew to shine,

Ere time its ceaseless course began; Thou, when the appointed time was come, Didst not abhor the virgin's womb,

But, God with God, wast man with man.

JESUS, who with thee

Can compared be?

T. 68.

Source of rest and consolation,

Life and light, and full salvation:
Son of God, with thee

None compared can be.

2 Life, thou diedst for me;
From all misery

And distress me to deliver,
And from death to save for ever:
I am, by thy blood,
Reconciled to God.

3 Highest King and Priest,
Thy dear sceptre is embraced
Prophet, Lord, and Christ,
By me at thy feet abased:
I choose Mary's seat
At thy holy feet.

4 Grant me steadiness,
Lord, to run my race,

Following thee with love most tender,
So that Satan may not hinder

Me by craft or force:
Further thou my course.

5 By thy Spirit's light
Me instruct aright,

That I watch and pray with fervour,
Trusting thee, my soul's preserver:
Love unfeigned, O Lord,

Unto me afford.

3 Of life the Fountain thou;
I know, I feel it now:
Faint and dead no more I droop;
Thou reviv'st me, thy supplies,
Every moment springing up,
Unto life eternal rise.

4 Thou the good Shepherd art;
From thee I'll never part:
Thou, my Keeper, and my Guide,
Watch me still with tender care,
Gently lead me by thy side,
Kindly in thy bosom bear.

5 Thou art my daily Bread, O Christ, thou art my Head; Countless benefits on me

As thy body's member flow:
Nourished I and fed by thee,
Up to thee in all things grow.

6 Prophet, to me reveal
Thy Father's perfect will:
Never mortal spake like thee;
Lord, may I by thee be taught,

May I listen eagerly

To thy words, with comfort fraught.

JOIN all the glorious names
Of wisdom, love, and power,
That mortals ever knew,

That angels ever bore;

All are too mean to speak his worth,
Too mean to set my Saviour forth.

2 Great Prophet of my God!

My tongue would bless thy name:
By thee the joyful news

Of our salvation came;

The joyful news of sin forgiven,
Of hell subdued and peace with heaven.
3 Be thou my Counsellor,

My pattern, and my guide,
And through this desert land

Still keep me near thy side;
O let my feet ne'er run astray,
Nor rove, nor seek the crooked way.

4 Jesus, my great High-priest,
Offered his blood and died:
My guilty conscience seeks
No sacrifice beside;

His powerful blood did once atone,
And now it pleads before the throne.

5 My dear Almighty Lord,
My Conqueror and my King,
Thy sceptre, and thy sword,
Thy reigning grace I sing;
Thine is the power; behold I sit
In willing bonds before thy feet.
6 Now let my soul arise,

And tread the tempter down;
My Captain leads me forth
To conquest and a crown;

A feeble saint shall win the day,
Though death and hell obstruct the way.
Isaac Watts, 1674-1748.

COME, worship at Immanuel's feet;
Behold in him what wonders meet:
Words are too feeble to express
His worth, his glory, or his grace.

2 He is the Head; each member lives,
And owns the vital power he gives;
The saints below, the saints above,
Joined by his spirit and his love.

3 He is the Vine; his heavenly root Supplies each branch with life and fruit: O may a lasting union join

My soul to Christ, the living Vine.

4 He is the Rock; how firm he proves;
The Rock of Ages never moves :
But the sweet streams, that from him flow,
Attend us all the desert through.

5 He is the Sun of righteousness,
Diffusing light, and joy, and peace:
What healing in his beams appears,
To chase our clouds and dry our tears.

COME, Holy Ghost, come, Lord our God,

And shed thy heavenly gifts abroad
On us, and unto every heart
True faith and fervent love impart :
O Lord, who by thy heavenly light
Hast called thy church from sinful night,
Out of all nations, tribes, and places;
To thee we render thanks and praises:
Hallelujah. ::

2 Thou Light divine, most gracious Lord,
Revive us by thy holy word,
And teach thy flock in truth to call
On God, the Father of us all:

From all strange doctrines us preserve;
No other master may we serve
But Christ, who is our only Saviour;
In him we will confide for ever:

Hallelujah. :||:

3 O Holy Ghost, kind Comforter, Help us with watchfulness and prayer, 'Midst various trials thee to obey, And never from the truth to stray:

OUR blest Redeemer, ere he breathed
His tender last farewell,

A Guide, a Comforter, bequeathed
With us to dwell.

2 He came in semblance of a dove,
With sheltering wings outspread,
The holy balm of peace and love
On earth to shed.

3 He came sweet influence to impart,
A gracious willing guest,
While he can find one humble heart
Wherein to rest.

4 And his that gentle voice we hear,
Soft as the breath of even,
[fear,
That checks each fault, that calms each
And speaks of heaven.