4 Help, ye bright, angelic spirits; 346 1 C. M. The Lamb of God worshipped. COM WATTS, NOME, let us join our cheerful songs Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, 2 "Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry, "Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply, 3 Jesus is worthy to receive And blessings, more than we can give, 4 Let all that dwell above the sky, Of him who sits upon the throne, 347 1 Co NOME, saints, let us join in the praise of the Lamb, The theme most sublime of the angels above; They dwell with delight on the sound of his name, And gaze on his glories with wonder and love. 2 Come, saints, and adore him; come, bow at his feet; Let grateful hosannas unceasing arise; O, give him the glory and praise that are meet, 3 Behold to what honors the Saviour is raised; 5 Yet even our service he will not despise, And, trusting his mercy, sing, "Worthy the Lamb." 348 C. M. Praise to the Saviour. C. WESLEY FOR a thousand tongues to sing The glories of my God and King, 2 My gracious Master and my God, To spread through all the earth abroad, 3 Jesus! the name that calms our fears, 4 He breaks the power of reigning sin; His blood can make the foulest clean; 349 THE L. M. PERCY CHAPEL COL. The Song of Heaven. HE countless multitude on high, All merit of their own deny, And Jesus' worth alone proclaim. 2 Firm, on the ground of sovereign grace, They stand before Jehovah's throne; The only song in that blest place Is, Thou art worthy, thou alone." 3 With spotless robes of purest white, 4 "Salvation's glory all be paid To Him who sits upon the throne, 350 1 HOSANNA to our conquering King: All hail, incarnate Love! Ten thousand songs and glories wait 2 Thy victories and thy deathless fame The triumphs thou hast won. 351 C. M. C. WESLET. Praise to the Son. FOR a thousand seraph tongues O for a thousand thankful songs 2 Come, tune afresh your golden lyres, Ye saints, in all your sacred choirs, 235 THE HOLY SPIRIT. 8s, 6 & 4. SPIR. OF THE PSALMS. 352 The Holy Spirit the Comforter. His tender, last farewell, A Guide, a Comforter, bequeathed 2 He came in tongues of living flame, All powerful as the wind he came, 3 He came sweet influence to impart, While he can find one humble heart 4 He breathes that gentle voice we hear, That checks each fault, that calms each fear, 5 And every virtue we possess, And every thought of holiness, 6 Spirit of purity and grace, O, make our hearts thy dwelling-place, 353 C. M. Breathing after the Holy Spirit. WATTS. COME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, With all thy quickening powers, Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love 2 Look! how we grovel here below, Our souls can neither fly nor go, 3 In vain we tune our formal songs; Hosannas languish on our tongues, 4 Dear Lord, and shall we ever live 5 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, 354 1 COME, sacred Spirit, from above, And fill the coldest heart with love; O, turn to flesh the flinty stone, And let thy sovereign power be known. 2 O, let a holy flock await, In crowds, around thy temple gate, 355 1 C. M. BICKERSTETH'S COL The Spirit's Power. COME, Holy Spirit, from above, With thy celestial fire; Come, and with flames of zeal and love 2 The Spirit, by his heavenly breath, He quickens sinners from the death 3 The things of Christ the Spirit takes, Our bodies he his temple makes, |