5 These our falt'ring lays, dear Sa- | As a tender flower
Which, tho' feeble, yet our grateful To the cheering sun which shineth:
hearts express,
Condescend t' accept in favor,
Till in glory we shall see thee face
to face;
Then for all thy works our praises
Shall resound in heav'nly places;
There we shall to thee our King
Joyful hallelujahs sing:
May from ev'ry thing in nature
Praise be given to the Creator,
And our lives and whole demeanor
To Jehovah, to our God give praise
and honor.
Whom th' angelic legions
Serve with awe in heav'nly regions,
Holy, Holy, Holy!
Sing the hosts of heaven;
Praise to God be ever given!
Condescend-to attend
Graciously, O Jesus!
To our songs and praises.
3 O majestic Being!
Were but soul and body
Thee to serve at all times ready,
Might we, like the angels
Who behold thy glory,
Deep abased sink before thee,
And thro' grace,-be always,
In our whole demeanor,
To thy praise and honor.
4. Grant, us resignation,
Hearts before thee bowed,
With thy peace divine endowed:
So may we-be from thee
Rays of grace deriving,
And thereby be thriving.
5 Lord, come dwell within as,
While on earth we tarry;
Make us thy blest sanctuary.
O vouchsafe thy presence,
Draw unto us nearer,
And reveal thyself still clearer.
Us direct, and protect';
Thus we in all places
Shall show forth thy praises.
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THOU, Jesus, art our King!
Thy ceaseless praise we sing:
Praise shall our glad tongues employ,
Praise o'erflow the grateful soul,
While we vital breath enjoy,
While eternal ages roll.
2 Thou art th' eternal Light,
And shin'st in deepest night:
Wond'ring gaz'd th' angelic train,
While thou bow'dst the heav'ns be-
neath,
Taking thy abode with man,
Man to save from endless death.
3 Thou for our griefs didst mourn,
Thou hast our sickness borne:
All our sins on thee were laid;
Thou with unexampled grace
All the mighty debt hast paid,
Due from Adam's helpless race.
4 Thou hast o'erthrown the foe;
God's kingdom fix'd below:
Conqu'ror of all adverse pow'r,
Thou heav'n's gates hast open'd wide,
Thou thine own dost lead secure,
And to life eternal guide,
5 Above the starry sky
Thou reign'st enthron'd on high!
Prostrate at thy feet we fall:
Pow'r supreme to thee is giv'n,
As the righteous Judge of all,
Sons of earth and hosts of heav'n,
They join with us his goodness to rehearse,
His glorious name be prais'd throughout the universe!
561.* T. 146.
Now let us praise the Lord
With body, soul and spirit,
Who doth such wondrous things
Beyond our sense and merit;
Who from our mother's womb
And earliest infancy
Hath done great things for us,
Praise him eternally!
2 O gracious God, bestow
On us while here remaining,
An ever-cheerful mind,
Thy peace be ever reigning :
Preserve us in true faith
And christian holiness:
That when we go from hence
We
may behold thy face.
THANKSGIVING, honor, praise ALMIGHTY Lord! :||:
Unto the slaughter'd Lamb be render'd, Who brought us to his kingdom's light, And bought us from all tongues and kindred;
Before the world was form'd we were ordain'd
By him to happiness, and life which hath no end.
2 To Him who ever doth abide, Be ceaseless songs of praise repeated, By Christendom, his chosen bride, And those in heav'nly mansions seated; Th' angelic hosts exalt his saving name, And we with all created beings do the same.
3 By all the saints around his throne, And all th' angelic choirs in heaven, With shouts of glory to God's Son, Our King and Shepherd, praise be given.
Eternal Word, Creation's Head,
By whom : the worlds were made,
Which in heav'n's spacious sphere :||:
Appear;
Who by thy blood
Brought'st us to God:
Thee we confess :||:
The Lord our Righteousness. :||:
2 Sure as thou liv'st, :||:
To all things giv'st
Both life and pow'r,
Supporting :||: them each hour;
Jehovah, great I AM, :||:
And Lamb:
So sure's thy blood
The highest Good
Of sinners poor, :||:
Till death shall be no more. ::
TILL permitted hence to go,
To behold my Saviour,
Whom ev'n here by faith I know,
There in peace for ever:
2 Till on joys I once shall feast
Without intermission,
Of which here a partial taste
Is my blest fruition:
3 Till that time, mine eyes I'll raise
Unto him in spirit;
And my feeble tongue shall praise
His atoning merit,
THE Lamb was slain! let us adore.
With grateful hearts his mercy own,
May all within us evermore
In silence at his feet fall down;
Serve without dread, with rev'rence
The Lord, whose boundless grace we
2 The Lamb was slain! both day and night
Th' angelic choirs his praises sing; To him enthron'd above all height, Heav'n's hosts celestial anthems bring;
15 As ground, when parch'd with summer's heat,
While here poor sinners join the song, And praise him with a stamm'ring tongue.
3 Gladly our own poor works we leave, For him despise, wealth, pleasure, fame,
To him our souls and bodies give,
His death doth our affections claim Henceforth we own him as our Lord, His name be by us all ador'd.
4 Thro' him alone we live, for he Hath drowned our transgressions all In love's unfathomable sea;
Fall prostrate, lost in wonder fall, Ye sinners, for the Lamb was slain, Who dy'd that we might life regain.
Gladly drinks in the welcome show'r,
So may we list'ning at his feet,
Receive his words, and feel his pow'r:
May nothing in our hearts remain,
But this great truth, “the Lamb was
slain!"
565. T. 159.
ADORED be the Lamb of God,
That he upon the cross
To God, by his most precious blood,
Hath reconciled us.
All praise be given to him, that we
Were born the day of grace to see,
When he his love to us reveal'd,
And thus our pardon seal'd.
2 To be his priests and witnesses
To sing in songs of endless praise
Is now our happy lot,
To Jesus who us bought,
We now, like Mary, wish to sit
In spirit list'ning at his feet,
For Jesus' marriage-feast.
Waiting with lamps prepar'd and drest
3 Meanwhile his promises we trust,.
And join our grateful lays,
In concert with the ransom'd host,
To sing redeeming grace.
While they who round his throne appear
The wonders of his love declare,
And sing, "The Lamb for us was slain";
Our hearts reply, Amen!
566. T. 182.
SING praises unto God on high
To him who us created;
Sing praises to the Lord, so nigh
To sinful man related.
Jesus Jehovah is our King,
Rejoicing Hallelujah sing,
And gracious Meditator.
2 He calls us brethren, not asham'd
To bear our human nature!
Yea, heirs of life we now are nam'd,
Joint heirs with our Creator!
He ever lives our cause to plead,
Grants help in ev'ry time of need,
Praise to his name for ever!
The name all victorious of Jesus extol,
His kingdom is glorious, He rules over BLESS, O my soul, the God of grace!
His favours claim thy highest praise; How can the wonders he hath wrought Be lost in silence, and forgot?
2 'Twas he, my soul, that sent his Son
To die for crimes which thou hast done;
The hourly follies of our lives.
He paid the ransom, and forgives
3 Our youth decay'd his pow'r repairs,
His mercy crowns our growing years;
He satisfies our souls with good,
And filleth us with heav'nly food.
4 Let the whole earth his pow'r confess,
Let all mankind adore his grace;
Let us with all our powers sing
Praise to our Saviour, God and King.
COME let us join our cheerful songs
With angels round the throne;
Ten thousand thousands are their
tongues,
But all their joys are one.
2 "Worthy the Lamb that dy'd," they cry,
"To be exalted thus;" "Worthy the Lamb," our hearts 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 The whole creation join in one,
To bless the sacred name
Of him that sits upon the throne,
And to adore the Lamb.
WE sing to God, whose tender love
Caus'd him to leave his throne above,
To dwell with sinful worms below,
And save them from eternal woe.
2 On fallen men he cast his eye,
In depths of mis❜ry saw them lie;
Pity'd their state, resolv'd to come,
And suffer freely in their room.
3 A mortal body he assum'd,
Groan'd, bled and dy'd, and was en-
tomb'd;
At length, the work thus finished,
He rose triumphant from the dead.
4 To heav'n's bright realms he took
his flight,
Beyond the reach of mortal sight;
There pleads with God for ransom'd
Thence will in glory come again.
5 To Jesus, our exalted Head,
Immortal honors now be paid;
The glory of his saving name
Our tongues shall evermore proclaim
O FOR a thousand tongues to sing
My dear Redeemer's praise!
The glories of my God and King,
The triumphs of his grace.
2 Jesus, the name that charms our fears,
That bids our sorrows cease;
In the contrite sinners' ears,
poor
'Tis life, and health, and peace.
3 His grace subdues the pow'r of sin,
He sets the pris'ners free;
His blood can make the foulest clean,
His blood avail'd for me.
4 He speaks, and list'ning to his voice
New life the dead receive;
The mournful, broken hearts rejoice,
The humble poor believe.
5 Hear him,yedeaf; his praise, ye dumb,
Your loosen'd tongues employ;
Ye blind, behold your Saviour come ;
And leap, ye lame, for joy.
NOT all the angels of the sky,
Nor happy,saints above,
Have greater cause to praise than I
The Saviour's dying love.
2 Had I an angel's heav'nly tongue,
Or seraphs melody,
My theme should be his praise, who hung
Upon the cross for me.
3 For thee he hangs! my soul, rejoice;
For thee, my soul, expires;
Then sing his love with thankful voice,
Sing what his love inspires.
4 Till fleeting time shall have an end,
And
years shall cease to roll,
Due praise shall from his church ascend,
And spread from pole to pole.
5 How sweet the precious gospel sounds
In the believer's ear!
This balsam heals his cank'ring
wounds,
And dries each anxious tear.
6. But tears of joy must ever flow
For Jesus' wondrous love,
And when I leave this world below,
I'll sing his praise above.
574. T. 595.
AWAKE, and sing the song
Of Moses and the Lamb!
Wake ev'ry heart, and ev'ry tongue,
To praise the Saviour's name!
2 Sing of his dying love,
Sing of his rising pow'r:.
Sing how he intercedes above
For us whose sins he bore.
3 Ye pilgrims on the road
Rejoice ye in the Lamb of God,
To Zion's city, sing!
In Christ, th' eternal King!
4 Soon shall we hear him say,
"Ye blessed children, come !"
Soon will he call us hence away,
To our eternal home.
5 There shall our raptur'd tongues,
His endless praise proclaim;
And sweeter voices tune the song
Of Moses and the Lamb.
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