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Through every land, proclaim: year of jubilee is come; Return, ye ransomed sinners, home."

3 Ye slaves of sin and hell!
Your liberty receive,
And safe in Jesus dwell,

And blest in Jesus live:
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

4 The gospel trumpet hear,

The news of pardoning grace:
Ye happy souls, draw near;
Behold your Saviour's face:
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

5 Jesus, our great High Priest,
Has full atonement made;
Ye weary spirits, rest;

Ye mourning souls be glad :
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

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BENNINGTON. L. M. D.

2 Loose all your bars of massy light,
And wide unfold the ethereal scene:
He claims those mansions as his right;
Receive the King of glory in.
Who is the King of glory-who?
The Lord who all our foes o'ercame;
Who sin, and death, and hell o'erthrew;
And Jesus is the conqueror's name.

3 Lo! his triumphal chariot waits,

And angels chant the solemn lay :-
"Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates!
Ye everlasting doors! give way."
Who is the King of glory-who?
The Lord of boundless power possessed;
The King of saints and angels, too,
God over all, forever blessed.

Rev. 5:12.

SHIRLEY.

WORTHY the Lamb of boundless sway
In earth or heaven the Lord of all;
Let all the powers of earth obey,
And low before his footstool fall.
Higher, still higher, swell the strain;
Creation's voice, the note prolong;
Jesus, the Lamb, shall ever reign
Let hallelujahs crown the

song.

WATTS.

WHAT equal honors shall we bring
To thee, O Lord our God, the Lamb,
When all the notes that angels sing,
Are far inferior to thy name?
Worthy is he that once was slain,
The Prince of peace that groaned and

died,
Worthy to rise and live, and reign,
At his almighty Father's side.

2 Honor immortal must be paid
Instead of scandal and of scorn;
While glory shines around his head,
And a bright crown without a thorn.
Blessings forever on the Lamb,

Who bore the curse for wretched men:
Let angels sound his sacred name,
And every creature say, Amen!

Now to the Lord, who makes us know
The wonders of his dying love,
Be humble honors paid below,
And strains of nobler praise above.

2 'T was he who cleansed our foulest sins,
And washed us in his precious blood;
'Tis he who makes us priests and kings,
And brings us rebels near to God.

3 To Jesus, our atoning Priest,
To Jesus, our eternal King,
Be everlasting power confessed!
Let every tongue his glory sing.
4 Behold! on flying clouds he comes,
And every eye shall see him move;
Tho' with our sins we pierced him once,
He now displays his pardoning love.
5 The unbelieving world shall wail,
While we rejoice to see the day;
Come, Lord! nor let thy promise fail,
Nor let thy chariot long delay.

3 To him who suffered on the tree,
Our souls, at his soul's price, to gain,
Blessing, and praise, and glory be:
"Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain!"
4 To him, enthroned by filial right,

All power in heaven and earth proclaim,
Honor, and majesty, and might:
"Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain !"

5 Long as we live, and when we die,
And while in heaven with him we reign:
This song, our song of songs shall be:
"Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain !"

BRIGHT King of Glory, dreadful God!
Our spirits bow before thy feet:
To thee we lift an humble thought,
And worship at thine awful seat.

2 A thousand seraphs strong and bright
Stand round the glorious Deity;
But who, among those sons of light,
Pretends comparison with thee?

3 Yet there is One of human frame,
Jesus, arrayed in flesh and blood,
Thinks it no robbery to claim
A full equality with God.

4 Then let the name of Christ our King
With equal honors be adored;
His praise let every angel sing
And all the nations own the Lord.

CORONATION. C. M.

ALL 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 chosen seed of Israel's race,

Ye ransomed from the fall;
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 Oh! that with yonder sacred throng, We at his feet may fall;

We'll join the everlasting song,
And crown him Lord of all.

The church adore around,
With vials full of odors sweet,

And harps of sweeter sound.

3 Now to the Lamb that once was slain,
Be endless blessings paid!
Salvation, glory, joy remain
Forever on thy head!

4 Thou hast redeemed our souls with blood, Hast set the prisoners free,

Hast made us kings and priests to God,
And we shall reign with thee.

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Rev. 5:12.

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

Honor and power divine;
And blessings, more than we can give,
Be, Lord, forever 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 who sits upon the throne,
And to adore the Lamb!

To whom he manifests his love,

And grants his name to know.

4 To them the cross with all its shame,
With all its grace, is given;
Their name an everlasting name,
Their joy-the joy of heaven.

5 To them the cross is life and health,
Though shame and death to him;
His people's hope, his people's wealth,
Their everlasting theme.

OH! for a shout of sacred joy
To God, the sovereign King:
Let all the lands their tongues employ,
And hymns of triumph sing.

2 Jesus, our God, ascends on high;
His heavenly guards around
Attend him rising through the sky,
With trumpets' joyful sound.

3 While angels shout and praise their King,
Let mortals learn their strains;
Let all the earth his honor sing;-
O'er all the earth he reigns.

4 Rehearse his praise, with awe profound;
Let knowledge lead the song;
Nor mock him with a solemn sound
Upon a thoughtless tongue.