HAIL, thou once despised Jesus!

Hail, thou Galilean King!
Thou didst suffer to release us;

Thou didst free salvation bring.

2 Hail, thou agonizing Saviour,

Bearer of our sin and shame!
By thy merits we find favor,
Life is given through thy name.
3 Paschal Lamb, by God appointed,
All our sins on thee were laid;
By almighty love anointed,
Thou hast full atonement made.

4 All thy people are forgiven,

Through the virtue of thy blood; Opened is the gate of heaven; Peace is made 'twixt man and God.

3 Still we wait for thine appearing;
Life and joy thy beams impart,
Chasing all our fears, and cheering
Every poor, benighted heart.

4 By thine all-sufficient merit,
Every burdened soul release;
Every weary, wandering spirit,
Guide into thy perfect peace.

408

HA

I.

ARK! what mean those holy voices, Sweetly sounding through the skies! Lo! the angelic host rejoices,

Heavenly hallelujahs rise.

2 Listen to the wondrous story Which they chant in hymns of joy; Glory in the highest, glory!

Glory be to God most high!

3 Peace on earth, good will from heaven,
Reaching far as man is found;
Souls redeemed and sins forgiven,
Loud our golden harps shall sound.
Christ is born, the great Anointed,

Heaven and earth his praises sing; O! receive, whom God appointed, For your Prophet, Priest, and King. 5 Hasten mortals to adore him,

Learn his name and taste his joy; Till in heaven ye sing before him, Glory be to God most high!

409

II.

O the Lord Jehovah liveth!

He, my God, salvation giveth; All ye lands, exalt his fame. 2 O'er his enemies exalted,

See the great Redeemer rise! Though by powers of hell assaulted, God supports him to the skies.

3 God, Messiah's cause maintaining, Shall his righteous throne extend : O'er the world the Saviour reigning, Earth shall at his footstool bend.

NOW, my soul, thy full salvation; Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care; Joy to find in every station Something still to do or bear:

2 Think what Spirit dwells within thee; Think what Father's smiles are thine; Think that Jesus died to win thee: Child of heaven, canst thou repine? 3 Haste thee on from grace to glory, Armed by faith, and winged by prayer;

Heaven's eternal day before theeGod's own hand shall guide thee there.

410

NE there is, above all others Well deserves the name of Friend; His is love beyond a brother's, Costly, free, and knows no end.

2 Which of all our friends, to save us,
Could or would have shed his blood?
But this Saviour died to have us
Reconciled in him to God.

3 When he lived on earth abased,
Friend of sinners was his name;
Now above all glory raised,
He rejoices in the same.

4 O! for grace our hearts to soften; Teach us, Lord, at length to love; We, alas! forget too often

What a friend we have above.

411

SWEET the moment, rich in blessing,

Which before the cross I spend, Life, and health, and peace possessing, From the sinner's dying friend. 2 Here I'll sit forever viewing

Mercy stream in streams of blood, Precious drops, my soul bedewing, Plead and claim my peace with God.

3 Here it is I find my heaven

While upon the cross I gaze;
Love I much? I'm much forgiven,
I'm a miracle of grace.

4 Love and grief my heart dividing,
With my tears his feet I bathe;
Constant still in faith abiding,
Life deriving from his death.

Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days; Hope shall change to glad fruition, Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.

413

DREAD

READ Jehovah! God of nations! From thy temple in the skies, Hear thy people's suplications,

Now for their deliverance rise.

2 Lo! with deep contrition turning, Humbly at thy feet we bend; Hear us, fasting, praying, mourning, Hear us, spare us, and defend.

3 Tho' our sins, our hearts confounding, Long and loud for vengeance call, Thou hast mercy more abounding, Jesus' blood can cleanse them all.

4 Let that love veil our transgressions, Let that blood our guilt efface:

Save thy people from oppression,

Save from spoil thy holy place.

414 For Children Only.

ESUS, lover of my soul, Let me to thy bosom fly, While the raging billows roll,

While the tempest still is high. Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,

Till the storm of life is past; Safe into the haven guide;

O receive my soul at last.

2 Other refuge have I none,

Hangs my helpless soul on thee; Leave, ah! leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me; All my trust on thee is staid,

All my help from thee I bring; Cover my defenceless head,

With the shadow of thy wing.

3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want;
All in all in thee I find;
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,
Heal the sick and lead the blind:
Just and holy is thy name,

I am all unrighteousness;
Vile and full of sin I am,

Thou art full of truth and grace.

4 Plenteous grace with thee is found,
Grace to pardon all my sin;
Let the healing streams abound,
Make and keep me pure within.

Thou of life the fountain art,
Freely let me take of thee:

Spring thou up within my heart,
Rise to all eternity.

OLY, holy, holy Lord

HOLY

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God of Hosts! when heaven and

Out of darkness, at thy word

Issued into glorious birth,

All thy works before thee stood,
And thine eye beheld them good ;
While they sung with sweet accord,
Holy, holy, holy Lord.

2 Holy, holy, holy! thee,
One Jehovah evermore,
Father, Son, and Spirit! we,

Dust and ashes, would adore: Lightly by the world esteemed, From that world by thee redeemed, Sing we here with glad accord, Holy, holy, holy Lord!

3 Holy, holy, holy! all

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Heaven's triumphant choir shall While the ransomed nations fall

At the footstool of their King:
Then shall saints and seraphim,
Harps and voices, swell one hymn,
Blending in sublime accord,
Holy, holy, holy Lord!