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All my trust on thee is stayed;
All my | from thee I bring:
Cover my defenceless head
With the shadow of thy wing.
2 Other refuge have I none—
Helpless hangs my soul on thee:
Leave, oh! leave mé not alone!
Still support and comfort me.
Hide me, 8, my Saviour! hide,
Till the storm of life be past;
Safe into the haven #".
Oh receive my soul at last!
84 Christ the Way, Truth, and Life.
THOU art the way—to thee alone
From sin and death we flee;
And he who would the Father seek,
Must seek him, Lord, by thee.
2 Thou art the TRUTH-thy word alone
True wisdom can impart;
Thou only canst inform the mind,
And purify the heart.
3 Thou art the LIFE—the rending tomb
Proclaims thy conquering arm,
And those who put their trust in thee
Nor death, nor hell shall harm.
4 Thou art the way—the TRUTH-the LIFE; Grant us that way to know, That TRUTH to keep—that LIFE to win, Whose joys eternal flow.
On thee o feeble soul I stay, Which thou wilt lead aright. 2 My wisdom, and my guide, My counsellor thou art; Oh never let me leave thy side, Or from thy paths depart! 86 7s.
ANGELS' roll the rock away!
Death! yield up thy mighty prey !
See —he rises from the ..
Rises with immortal bloom.
2 "Tis the Saviour—seraphs, raise
Your triumphant shouts of praise;
1,et the earth's remotest bound
Hear the joy-inspiring sound.
3 Lift, ye saints—lift up your eyes!
Now to glory see him rise!
Hosts of angels on the road
Hail and sing th’ incarnate God.
4 Heaven unfolds its portals wide : Gracious ouero; through them ride, King of glory ! mount thy throne, Boundless empire is thine own.
5 Praise him, all ye heavenly choirs, Praise, and sweep your golden lyres; Praise him in the noblest songs, Praise him from ten thousand tongues.
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87 Christ, the Lamb, enthroned and worshipped.
HARK, ten thousand harps and voices Sound the note of praise above—
Jesus reigns, and heaven rejoices;
Jesus reigns the God of love: See, he sits on yonder throne; Jesus rules the world alone.
2 Jesus, hail! whose glory brightens
All above, and gives it worth;
Lord of life—thy smile enlightens,
Cheers, and charms thy saints on earth:
When we think of love like thine,
Lord, we own it love divine.
3 King of glory, reign forever—
Thine an everlasting crown:
Nothing from thy love shall sever
Those whom thou hast made thine own;
Happy objects of thy grace,
Destined to behold thy face.
4 Saviour, hasten thine appearing;
Bring—oh bring the glorious day,
When, the awful summons hearing,
Heaven and earth shall pass away :
Then with golden harps, we'll sing—
“Glory, glory to our King.”
Worthy is the Lamb.
HARK the notes of angels singing—
“Glory, glory to the Lamb l’’
All in heaven their tribute bringing,
Raising high the Saviour's name.
2 Ye, for whom his life was given,
Sacred themes to you belong:
Come, assist the choir of heaven
Join the everlasting song.
8 Filled with holy emulation,
Let us vie with those above:
Sweet the theme—a free salvation!
Fruit of everlasting love.
4 Endless life in him possessing,
Let us praise his precious name:
Glory, honor, power, and blessing,
Beforever to the Lamb.
EXALTED Prince of Life! we own
The royal honors of thy throne:
'Tis fixed by God's almighty hand,
And seraphs bow at thy command.
2 Exalted Saviour! we confess
The sovereign triumphs of thy grace;
Wide may § cross thy virtues prove,
And conquer millions by thy love.
Christ crowned as Lord of All.
ALL hail, the great Immanuel's name!
Let angels prostrate fall:
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown him LoRD of ALL.
2 Crown him, ye martyrs of our God, Who from his altar call; Praise him, who shed for you his blood, And crown him Lord of ALL. 3 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race, A remnant weak and small, Hail him, who saves you by his grace, And crown him Lord of ALL. 4 Ye gentile sinners, ne'er forget e wormwood and the gall;
Go spread your trophies at his feet,
And crown him Lord of ALL.
5 Let every kindred—every tribe,
On this terrestrial ball,
To him all majesty ascribe,
And crown o LoRD of ALL.
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91 Christ’s final Triumph.
LET us awake our joys,
Strike up with cheerful voice,
Each creature sing—
Angels, begin the song,
Mortals, the strain prolong,
In accents sweet and strong,
“Jesus is King.”
2 Proclaim abroad his name,
Tell of his matchless fame— -
What wonders done!
Shout through hell's dark profound,
Let all the earth resound,”
Till heaven's high arch rebound,
“Victory is won.”
3 He vanquished sin and hell,
And our last foe will quell;
His dying love adore—
Praise him, now raised in power,
Praise him for evermore,
With joyful voice.
4 All hail the glorious day,
When through the heavenly way,
Lo, he shall come!
While they who pierced him wail—