120

THOMAS HASTINGS.

His

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183, 227, 201.

2 No mortal can with him compare,
Among the sons of men ;
Fairer is he than all the fair

That fill the heavenly train.

3 He saw me plunged in deep distress, He flew to my relief;

For me he bore the shameful cross,
And carried all my grief.

4 To him I owe my life and breath,
And all the joys I have;
He makes me triumph over death,
He saves me from the grave.

5 To heaven, the place of his abode,

He brings my weary feet;
Shows me the glories of my God,
And makes my joy complete.
6 Since from his bounty I receive
Such proofs of love divine,
Had I a thousand hearts to give,
Lord, they should all be thine.

121

Samuel Stennett.

395, 446, 183.

1 THOU dear Redeemer, dying Lamb, I love to hear of thee;

No music's like thy charming name,
Nor half so sweet can be.

20 let me ever hear thy voice

In mercy to me speak ;

In thee, my Priest, will I rejoice,
And thy salvation seek.

thorns

Is crowned with glory now;

A royal diadem adorns

The mighty Victor's brow.

2 The highest place that heaven affords, Is his by sovereign right;

The King of kings, and Lord of lords,
He reigns in glory bright;-

While in this world I stay;
I'll sing my Jesus' lovely name
While all things else decay.

4 When I appear in yonder cloud,
With all thy favored throng,
Then will I sing more sweet, more loud,
And Christ shall be my song.

John Cennick

123

LOWELL MASON.

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235, 658.

2 I'd sing the precious blood he spilt,
My ransom from the dreadful guilt
Of sin and wrath divine!
I'd sing his glorious righteousness,
In which all-perfect heavenly dress
My soul shall ever shine.

3 I'd sing the character he bears,
And all the forms of love he wears,
Exalted on his throne;

In loftiest songs of sweetest praise,
I would to everlasting days

Make all his glories known.

4 Well, the delightful day will come, When my dear Lord will take me home, And I shall see his face;

Then, with my Saviour, Brother, Friend,
A blest eternity I'll spend,
Triumphant in his grace.

Samuel Medley.

1 COME join, ye saints, with heart and voice, Alone in Jesus to rejoice,

And worship at his feet;

Come, take his praises on your tongues,
And raise to him your thankful songs;
In him ye are complete!

2 In him, who all our praise excels,
The fullness of the Godhead dwells,

And all perfections meet: The head of all celestial powers, Divinely theirs, divinely ours: In him ye are complete!

3 Still onward urge your heavenly way, Dependent on him day by day,

His presence still entreat; His precious name forever bless, Your glory, strength, and righteousness: In him ye are complete!

Anon

125

GEORGE J. ELVEY.

817, 899.

2 Crown him the Lord of love!

Behold his hands and side,

Those wounds, yet visible above,
In beauty glorified:

No angel in the sky

Can fully bear that sight,

But downward bends his wondering eye
At mysteries so great.

3 Crown him the Lord of peace!

Whose hand a scepter sways

From pole to pole, that wars may cease,
And all be prayer and praise:
His reign shall know no end,

And round his pierced feet
Fair flowers of paradise extend,
Their fragrance ever sweet.

4 Crown him the Lord of

years,
The Potentate of time,
Creator of the rolling spheres,
Ineffably sublime!

All hail! Redeemer, hail!

For thou hast died for me;
Thy praise shall never, never fail
Throughout eternity.

Matthew Bridges.

1 BEYOND the starry skies,

Far as the eternal hills,

There in the boundless world of light
Our great Redeemer dwells.
Around him angels fair

In countless armies shine;
And ever, in exalted lays,
They offer songs divine.

2 "Hail, Prince of life!" they cry,
"Whose unexampled love

Moved thee to quit these glorious realms
And royalties above."

And when he stooped to earth,

And suffered rude disdain,

They cast their honors at his feet,
And waited in his train.

3 They saw him on the cross,

While darkness vailed the skies;
And when he burst the gates of death,

They saw the Conqueror rise.
They thronged his chariot wheels,

And bore him to his throne;
Then swept their golden harps and sung,
"That glorious work is done."

Daniel Turner.

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FELICE GIARDINI.

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130

EDWIN BARNES.

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