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 pow'r divine;

And blessings more than we can give,
Be, Lord, for ever thine!

4 Let all that dwell above the sky,
In air, and earth, and seas,
Conspire to lift thy glories high,
And speak thine endless praise.

5 The whole creation join in one,
To bless the sacred name
Of Him that sits upon the throne,
And to adore the Lamb.

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CHRIST A KING.

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E who dwell in heav'n, declare Who is glory's King and Lord? Who is first and brightest there? Lov'd, and worshipp'd, and ador'd ?

2 'Tis the Lamb, the Lamb alone,
Claims the title justly his;

He it is that fills the throne;
He the King of Glory is.

3 Blessed truth! the Lamb is King; Empires' glories all his own! Joyful we our tribute bring

To his mediatorial throne.

4 Jesus, hail! whom seraphs sing; Lamb of God! endearing name! Reign for ever, glorious King! Thou art worthy, Lord, to reign!

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O! the infant Saviour lies! Angels call him "only wise;" To his name, they join the words— "King of kings, and Lord of lords!"

2 See, he stands at Pilate's bar,
Most despised of all by far;

Still to him belong the words-
"King of kings, and Lord of lords!"

3 He who wears the crown of thorns;
He whom man reviles and scorns,
Claims exclusively the words—
"King of kings, and Lord of lords!"

4 On the Cross 'tis still the same; Still he does the sceptre claim; Clears his title to the words"King of kings, and Lord of lords!"

5 Past, the conflict of his love, See, he takes his seat above; On his vesture shine the words"King of kings, and Lord of lords!"

6 We prolong the grateful strain ; In our songs shall Jesus' name Be united to the words

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"King of kings, and Lord of lords !"

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LORY, glory to our King!
Crowns unfading wreath his head!

Jesus, is the name we sing ;

Jesus, risen from the dead; Jesus, conqu'ror o'er the grave; Jesus, mighty now to save.

2 Jesus is gone up on high;

Angels come to meet their King!
Shouts triumphant rend the sky,
While the victim's praise they sing :
Open now, ye heav'nly gates!
""Tis the King of Glory waits!"

3 Jesus is on high enthron'd!
Glory beaming in his face;
By adoring angels own'd,

God of holiness and grace!
With our hearts and tongues we sing,
Glory, glory to our King!

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10 forth, ye saints! behold your Lord,
With godlike honors crown'd;

Ten thousand beauties in his word
Shall spread his fame around.

2 Where'er the sun begins its race, Or stops its swift career,

Both east and west shall own his

And Christ be honor'd there.

grace,

3 Ten thousand crowns encircling shew
The vict'ries he hath won;

Still shall his conquests spread and grow,
While time its course shall run.

4 Ride forth, thou mighty Conqu'ror! ride;
Thy chosen soon subdue;
And o'er our hearts let grace preside,
While we thy praise renew.

5 Thy praise in noblest, sweetest song,
Our hearts shall still employ;
And while thy triumphs we prolong,
Our souls are fill'd with joy.

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YES
ES, mighty Jesus! thou shalt reign,
Till all thy haughty foes submit;
Till hell, and all its trembling train,
Become the footstool of thy seat.

2 Our rescued souls shall bless thy pow'r;
Thy arm shall full salvation bring;
And we, in that illustrious hour,

Shall triumph with our conqu'ring King.

Then rang'd the blazing throne around,
Thy deathless honors will proclaim;
While heaven's eternal realms resound

Thy glorious deeds, and precious name.

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VE, who delight in Jesus' name,
Rejoice to make it known;

The Sov'reign of our hearts proclaim,
And bow before his throne.

2 Our mighty King and Saviour's crown'd, With glories all divine ;

Fain would we publish all around,
How bright those glories shine.

3 Infinite pow'r and boundless grace,
In him unite their rays;

We, who have once beheld his face,
Can ne'er forbear his praise.

4 When in his earthly courts we view
The glories of our King,
Our choicest songs we here renew,
And would for ever sing.

5 Oh, happy period! glorious day!
When heav'n and earth shall raise,
With all their pow'rs, the raptur'd lay,
To celebrate his praise.

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The wond'rous things foretold

Of thee in sacred writ,

With joy our eyes behold :

Still does thine arm new trophies wear,

And monuments of glory rear.