We'll praise him for his love, his power,
To save us in our dying hour,
And when we meet in realms of bliss,
We'll praise him in his holiness.
There loud hosannas shall we raise,
In hymns and anthems, songs of praise,
To glorify the Three in One,
The Father, Spirit, and the Son.

199. Invitation to Praise.

S. M.

AWAKE, and sing the song

Of Moses and the Lamb,
Wake, ev'ry heart and ev'ry tongue,

To praise the Saviour's name.
Sing of his dying love,

Sing of his rising power,
Sing how he intercedes above

For those whose sins he bore.
Sing till we feel our hearts

Ascending with our tongues,
Sing till the love of sin departs,

And grace inspires our songs.
Sing on your heav'nly way,

Ye ransom'd sinners sing,
Sing on rejoicing every day

In Christ th' eternal King.
Soon shall ye hear him say,

Ye blessed children come ;
Soon will he call

200. The Church's Head. 7. 8.
Head of the church triumphant,

We joyfully adore thee;
Till thou appear thy members here

Shall sing like those in glory.
We lift our hearts and voices,

With blest anticipation, And cry aloud, and give to God,

The praise of our salvation.
While in affliction's furnace,

And passing through the fire,
Thy love we praise, which tries our ways,

Which ever brings us nigher.
We clap our hands exulting

In thine almighty favour;
The love divine which made us thine,

Shall keep us thine for ever.
Thou dost conduct thy people

Through torrents of temptation;
Nor will we fear, whilst thou art near,

The fire of tribulation.
The world with sin and satan,

In vain our march opposes;
By thee we shall break through them all,

And sing the song of Moses.
By faith we see the glory,

To which thou shalt restore us; The world despise for that high prize

Which thou hast set before us.

And if thou count us worthy,

We each, as dying Stephen,
Shall see thee stand at God's right hand,

And take us up to heaven.

201. Lord's Day Morning. L. M. Thanks to thy name, O Lord, that we

One glorious sabbath more behold! Dear Shepherd, let us meet with thee

Among thy sheep in this thy fold. Now, Lord, among thy tribes appear,

And let thy presence fill the throng : Thy awful voice let sinners hear,

And bid the feeble heart be strong.
Gather the lambs into thine arms,

And satisfy their ev'ry want;
And those with young defend from harms,

And gently lead them, lest they faint.
Pat forth thy shepherd's crook and stay

Thy wand'ring sheep, and bring them back; O bring the wand'ring home to-day, And save them for thy mercy's sake!

ev'ry soul before thee here, Through thee, the door, now enter in, Find pasture with our Saviour dear,

Sav'd from the guilt and power of sin. Dear tender-hearted Shepherd, look,

And let our wants thy bowels move; And, kindly lead thy little flock,

To the sweet pastures of thy love,

Let

There sweetly feed our hungry souls

In flow'ry fields, near the sweet stream, Where living water gently rolls

Towards the New Jerusalem,

202. Restoring and Preserving Grace. L. M.
With all my powers of heart and tongue,
I'll praise my Maker in my song;
Angels shall hear the notes I raise,
Approve the song, and join the praise.
To God I cry'd when troubles rose;
He heard me, and subdu'd

my

foes; My rising fears he did control, And strength diffus'd through all my

soul, Amidst a thousand snares I stand, Upheld and guarded by his hand; His words my fainting soul revive, And keep my dying faith alive. Grace will complete what grace begins, To save from sorrows and from sins; The work that wisdom undertakes Eternal mercy ne'er forsakes.

203. Thanksgiving. 104". O 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 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. 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. For thou art their boast, their glory and power, And I also trust to see the glad hour, My soul's new creation, a lite from the dead, The day of salvation that lifts up my head. 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.

204. Praise to Jesus Christ. C.M. Come, let us join our cheerful songs

With angels round the throne,
Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,

But all their joys are one.
Worthy the Lamb that died, they cry,

To be exalted thus :
Worthy the Lamb, our hearts reply,

For he was slain for us,
Jesus is worthy to receive

Honour and power divine,
And blessings, more than we can give,
Be, Lord, for ever thine.

R