6 Come, dearest Lord, extend thy reign, Till rebels rise no more: Thy praise all nature then shall join, And heaven and earth adore. 324 "Thy righteousness, even Thine only." 1 Mr Saviour! my almighty Friend! When I begin thy praise, Where will the growing numbers end, The numbers of thy grace? 2 Thou art my everlasting trust; And since I knew thy graces first, 3 My feet shall travel all the length 5 The unbelieving world shall wail, C. M. 326 "The exceeding riches of His Grace." 78 & 6s 1 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, 3 To Jesus, our atoning Priest, 4 Behold! on flying clouds he comes, And every eye shall see him move; Though with our sins we pierced him once, He now displays his pard'ning love. 1 O LORD, thy love 's unbounded! 2 Oh, let this love constrain us Through suffering, conflict, shame, No mortal can with him compare, Among the sons of men; fairer is he than all the fair That fill the heavenly train. He saw me plunged in deep distress, He flew to my relief; for me he bore the shameful cross, And carried all my grief. To him I owe my life and breath, "The blood of His Cross." YE saints, your music bring, Till earth and heaven resound: e triumphs of the cross we sing; vake, ye saints, each joyful string! The cross, the cross alone, Subdued the powers of hell; Like lightning, from his throne The prince of darkness fell: he triumphs of the cross we sing; vake, ye saints, cach joyful string! The cross hath power to save he triumphs of the cross we sing; wake, ye saints, each joyful string! I'll celebrate thy glory, Of thy redeeming love. 2 Soon as the morn with roses 3 By thee through life supported, 7s & Cs. What would an angel more? "The Song of the Lamb.” Rev. 15: 3, 4. 1 AWAKE, and sing the song 2 Sing of his dying love; Sing of his rising power: Sing how he intercedes above, For those whose sins he bore. 3 Sing, till we feel our hearts Ascending with our tongues; 5 Soon shall we hear him say, 6 Soon shall our raptured tongue S. M. 1 COME, every pious heart To celebrate his fame: 2 He left his starry crown, And laid his robes aside; And wept, and bled, and died! In glorious triumph led: H. M. Up through the sky the Conqu❜ror rode, 4 From thence he'll quickly come- To realms of endless day: When, placed within thy searching sig 2 Lord, how can I, whose native sphere [cr 3 Is there a way for man to rise 4 These, these prepare us for the sight The sons of ignorance and night 335 An ancient Hymn to the Redeemer. L. M. 2 When all the sharpness of our death Was overcome in thy last breath, Then didst thou open wide heaven's do To all believers evermore: O Lamb of God! and thou wilt come, To be our Judge, and take us home. 3 In thee we trust: we pray thee, Lord, Remember thy most precious blood! In honor may we numbered be With all the noble company, Who bow before thy mercy-seat, And cast their treasures at thy feet. 1 COME, let us sing the song of songs The saints in heaven began the strain The homage which to Christ belongs: Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain!" 2 Slain to redeem us by his blood, To cleanse from every sinful stain, And make us kings and priests to God Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain! 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, 5 Long as we live, and when we die, C. M. 1 COME, all ye saints of God, 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! 2 Hence, gloomy doubts and fears! Dry up your mournful tears; Swell the glad theme: 6s & 4s. 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!" 341 "The Lamb that was slain.” 1 GLORY to God on high! Worthy the Lamb! 2 While they around the throne Ye, who have felt his blood 3 Join, all ye ransomed race, 4 Soon must we change our place, Yet will we never cease Praising his name: To him our songs we bring; 6s & 4s. L. M. 1 WHAT equal honors shall we bring 2 Worthy is he who once was slain, [died; 1 SHALL hymns of grateful love Through heaven's high arches ring, And all the hosts above Their songs of triumph sing; And shall not we take up the strain, And send the echo back again? 2 Shall they adore the Lord, Who bought them with his blood, And all the love record That led them home to God; And shall not we take up the strain, And send the echo back again? 3 Oh, spread the joyful sound! The Saviour's love proclaim; And publish all around Salvation through his name: Till all the world take up the strain, And send the echo back again! H. M. 6s, 83 & 4s. 2 There dwells the Lord, our King, On Zion's sacred height, His kingdom still maintains, And glorious, with his saints in light, 3 Before the Saviour's face The ransomed nations bow, He shows his prints of love; And sound, through all the worlds above, "The slaughtered Lamb!" |