Make us, Lord, and keep us thine.
O JESUS, for thy matchless love
Accept our warmest praise;
Since thou didst leave thy throne above,
To save a sinful race.
2 Thanks for thy sufferings, tears, and cries, And groans in thy distress:
The source of never-fading joys
And endless happiness.
3 Thanks for thy thirst, O Prince of peace, When hanging on the tree:
What a divine refreshment this
To souls athirst for thee.
4 Thanks for thy last heart-piercing cry,
And meritorious death:
Grant that we may all on thee rely,
And live a life of faith.
O'ER eras past I've pondered,
Through endless ages wandered,
In spirit still unblest;
Nought gave me satisfaction,
My heart felt no attraction,
Till I on Golgotha found rest.
2 And now to this spot cleaving,
This hallowed ground ne'er leaving,
My spirit roams no more;
Here will I gaze forever
On Christ, my suffering Saviour,
Till I in heaven shall him adore.
HOSANNA! raise the pealing hymn
To David's Son and Lord;
With cherubim and seraphim,
Exalt the incarnate Word.
2 Hosanna! sovereign, prophet, priest!
How vast thy gifts, how free!
Thy blood, our life; thy word, our feast;
Thy name, our only plea.
3 Hosanna! Master, lo! we bring
Our offerings to thy throne;
Not gold, nor myrrh, nor mortal thing,
But hearts to be thine own.
4 Hosanna! once thy gracious ear
Approved a lisping throng;
Be gracious still, and deign to hear
Our poor but grateful song.
5 O Saviour! if redeemed by thee,
Thy temple we behold,
Hosannas through eternity
We'll sing to harps of gold.
COME, all ye saints of God,
Wide through the earth abroad
Spread Jesus' fame;
Tell what his love has done,
Trust in his name alone,
Shout to his lofty throne,
Worthy the Lamb!"
2 Hence, gloomy doubts and fears!
Dry up your mournful tears,
Join our glad theme;
Beauty for ashes bring,
Strike each melodious string,
Join heart and voice to sing,
"Worthy the Lamb!"
3 Hark! how the choirs above,
Filled with the Saviour's love,
Dwell on his name;
There, too, may we be found,
With light and glory crowned,
While all the heavens resound,
"Worthy the Lamb!"
LAMB of God beloved,
Once for sinners slain,
Thankful we remember
What thou didst sustain;
Nothing thee incited
But unbounded grace,
To bear condemnation
In the sinner's place.
2 I with sacred sorrow
View Mount Calvary;
But my soul rejoices
O'er thy death for me;
Since thou by thy passion
Didst for me atone,
Take me as an offering,
Thine I'll be alone,
3 In thy wounds, O Jesus,
I have found true peace;
Thou in all distresses
Art my hiding-place;
Unto thee I'll ever
Look with humble faith,
And rejoice, and glory
In thy wounds and death.
4 I unworthy sinner
Lie before thy throne;
Though I scarce am able
I own,
All my wants, dear Saviour,
Yet thou knowest them well;
Now in me the counsel
Of thy love fulfill.
O CHRIST! Our King, Creator, Lord!
Saviour of all who trust thy word,
To them who seek thee ever near,
Now to our praises bend thine ear.
2 In thy dear cross a grace is found,
It flows from every streaming wound,
Whose power our inbred sin controls,
Breaks the firm bond, and frees our souls.
3 Thou didst create the stars of night,
Yet thou hast veiled in flesh thy light,
Hast deigned a mortal form to wear,
A mortal's painful lot to bear.
4 When thou didst hang upon the tree,
The quaking earth acknowledged thee,
When thou didst there yield up thy breath,
The world grew dark as shades of death.
5 Now in the Father's glory high,
Great conqueror! never more to die,
Us by thy mighty power defend,
And reign through ages without end.
O CHRIST, thou glorious king, we own
Thee to be God's eternal Son;
The Father's fullness, life divine,
Mysteriously is also thine.
2 When rolling years brought on the day,
Foretold and fixed for this display,
Our great deliverance to obtain,
Thou didst our nature not disdain.
3 At God's right hand now thou art placed,
And with thy Father's glory graced,
There to remain, till thou shalt come
As judge to pass our final doom.
4 From day to day, O Lord, do we,
Highly exalt and honor thee;
Thy name we worship and adore,
World without end for evermore.
LORD God, the Holy Ghost,
In this accepted hour,
As on the day of Pentecost,
Descend in all thy power.
2 We meet with one accord
In our appointed place,
And wait the promise of our Lord,
The Spirit of all grace.
3 Like mighty, rushing wind
Upon the waves beneath,
Move with one impulse every mind,
One soul, one feeling breathe.
4 The young, the old inspire
With wisdom from above;
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