121. 6-6-6-6, 8-8. JOIN all the glorious names Of wisdom, love, and power, All are too mean to speak His worth, Great Prophet of my God, My tongue would bless Thy name; Of our salvation came: The joyful news of sins forgiven, Jesus, my great High Priest, His powerful blood did once atone, My advocate appears The Father bows His ears My dear Almighty Lord, My Conqueror and my King, Thy sceptre and Thy sword. Thy reigning grace I sing: Thine is the power, behold I sit In willing bonds before Thy feet. Amen. GLORY, glory to our King! Crowns unfading wreathe His head! Jesus is the name we sing; Jesus risen from the dead; Jesus, conqueror o'er the grave; Jesus, mighty now to save. Jesus is gone up on high, Angels come to meet their King; Shouts triumphant rend the sky, While the Victor's praise they sing:"Open now, ye heavenly gates, 'Tis the King of glory waits." Now behold Him high enthron'd! God of holiness and grace! O, for hearts and tongues to sing, Jesus, on Thy people shine! Warm our hearts, and tune our tongues, That with angels we may join, Share their bliss, and swell their songs; REDEEMER! now Thy work is done, A radiant cloud is now Thy seat, And earth lies stretched beneath Thy feet; The angel host enraptured waits, O God-and-man! the Father's throne Is now for evermore Thine own. Our great High Priest and Shepherd Thou To offer there Thy precious Blood And thence the Church, Thy chosen Bride, O Christ, our Lord, of Thy dear care, Come, Holy Ghost, our souls inspire, Who dost Thy seven-fold gifts impart. Thy blessed unction from above Anoint and cheer our soiled face Teach us to know the Father, Son, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Amen. SPIRIT OF TRUTH, on this Thy day To guide us through the dreary way We ask not, Lord, the cloven flame We mourn not that prophetic skill We neither have nor seek the power But Thou in dark temptation's hour No heavenly harpings soothe our ear, When tongues shall cease and power decay, Do Thou Thy trembling servants stay, Amen. |