3 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs, High as the heav'ns our voices raise; And earth with her ten thousand tongues, Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise. 4 Wide as the world is thy command, Vast as eternity thy love; 17 Firm as a rock thy truth must stand, Thanksgiving. 104th. What shall I do, my Saviour to praise; So faithful and true, so plenteous in grace; So strong to deliver, so good to redeem The weakest believer, that hangs upon Him? 2 How happy the man whose heart is set free; The people that can be joyful in Thee; Their joy is to walk in the light of thy face; And still they are talking of Jesus's grace. 3 Their daily delight shall be in thy name, They shall as their right thy righteousness claim; Thy righteousness wearing, and cleans'd by thy blood, Bold shall they appear in the presence of God. 4 For thou art their boast, their glory and pow'r, 5 Yes, Lord, I shall see the bliss of Thine own, Thy secret to me shall soon be made known; For sorrow and sadness I joy shall receive, And share in the gladness of all that believe. 18 R Rejoicing in God. 104th. EJOICE evermore with angels above, In Jesus's pow'r, in Jesus's love; With glad exultation your triumph proclaim Ascribing salvation to God and the Lamb. 2 Thou, Lord, our relief in trouble hast been; Hast sav'd us from grief, hast sav'd us from sin: The pow'r of thy Spirit can set our hearts free, And we shall inherit all fulness in thee. 3 All fulness of peace, all fulness of joy, 4 No more we comply while sinners invite, Nor wish to come nigh their source of delight; 50 may they at last with sorrow return! 19 The Love of Christ adored. NOW prepare your hearts to sing Now a shout of triumph raise, 2 Hallelujah to the Lamb! Loud his wond'rous love proclaim : 3 Now my doubts and fears be o'er, 4 In our Jesu's arms secure 20 GL Glory to God in Christ. LORY be to God on high, God whose glory fills the sky; Peace on earth to man forgiv'n, Man the well-belov'd of heav'n. 7s. 7s. 2 Sov'reign Father, heav'nly King, 3 Hail, by all thy works ador'd! 4 Christ our Lord and God we own, 5 Pow'rful Advocate with God, 21 Bow thine ear, in mercy bow, Christ the great Melchisedec. C. M. D. THOU dear Redeemer, dying Lamb! We love to hear of Thee: No music, like thy lovely name, Does sound so sweet to me! O may we ever hear thy voice And in our Priest will we rejoice, 2 Our Jesus shall be still our theme, Then will we sing more sweet, more loud, BLOW ye the trumpet, blow Let all the nations know To earth's remotest bound, 2 Extol the Lamb of God, The great-atoning Lamb! Throughout the world proclaim; 3 Ye who have sold for nought Shall have it back unbought, P. M. |