43. 26 8. Thy praise shall never, never fail, Throughout eternity. 44. C.M. 1 Tune-St. James, 146. "He is Lord of all." ALL hail the power of Jesus' name! Let angels prostrate fall; Bring forth the royal diadem, To crown Him Lord of all. 2 Let high-born seraphs tune the lyre, And, as they tune it, fall Before His face who tunes their choir, 3 Crown Him, ye martyrs of your God, And crown Him Lord of all. 4 Ye seed of Israel's chosen race, Ye ransomed of the Fall, Hail Him who saves you by His grace, And crown Him Lord of all. 5 Sinners! whose love can ne'er forget The wormwood and the gall, Go, spread your trophies at His feet, And crown Him Lord of all. 4.5. Tune-Waldheim, 262. "He is able to save to the uttermost." Jesus, hear and save! 2 Mighty Monarch, Saviour mild, 3 Throned above celestial things, 4 Who shall yet return from high, Tune-Eisenach, 16. 7,7,7,5 L.M. 2 He sent no angel to our race, Of higher or of lower place, OUR LORD'S ASCENSION. But wore the robe of human frame 3 Nor willed He only to appear; 4 For us He was baptized, and bore 5 For us He prayed, for us He taught, 6 For us to wicked men betrayed, 7 For us He rose from death again; 8 To Him whose boundless love has won 2 Lamb of God, to Thee I cry; By Thy pangs, to us unknown, 3 Prince of Life, to Thee I cry; 4 Lord of Glory, God most high, LORD, as to Thy dear cross we flee, And plead to be forgiven, So let Thy life our pattern be, 2 Help us, through good report and ill, Our daily cross to bear; Like Thee, to do our Father's will, Our brethren's griefs to share. 3 Let grace our selfishness expel, And kindness in our bosoms dwell, 4 If joy shall at Thy bidding fly, And grief's dark day come on, We, in our turn, would meekly cry, Father, Thy will be done! C.M. 48. 5 Should friends misjudge, or foes defame, Or brethren faithless prove, Then, like Thine own, be all our aim 6 Kept peaceful in the midst of strife, Forgiving and forgiven, O may we lead the pilgrim's life, OUR LORD'S SECOND COMING. Tune-Ely Place, 55. L.M. "For the Lord Himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the Archangel, and with the trump of God." 1 WHEN Jesus came to earth of old, He came in weakness and in woe; He wore no form of angel mould, But took our nature, poor and low. 2 But when He cometh back once more, There shall be set the great white throne; And earth and heaven shall flee before The face of Him that sits thereon. 3 O Son of God in glory crowned, The Judge ordained of quick and dead! 4 Be with us in this darkened place, 5 And since in God's recording book The crime, the wrath, the wandering look, 6 Lord, ere the last dread trump be heard, 1 THE HE Lord will come, the earth shall quake, 2 The Lord will come; but not the same 3 The Lord will come, a dreadful form, 4 Can this be He who wont to stray By power oppressed, and mocked by prideThe Nazarene, the Crucified? 5 Go, tyrants! to the rocks complain; 50. Tune-Holywood, 342. 8,7,8,7,4,7. "Behold, He cometh with clouds; and every eye shall see Him, and they also which pierced Him: and all kindreds of the earth shall wail because of Him. Even so, Amen.' 1 Lo O! He comes, with clouds descending, Once for favoured sinners slain; Thousand thousand saints attending, Swell the triumph of His train: Halleluiah! God appears on earth to reign. 2 Every eye shall now behold Him Shall the true Messiah see. 3 Every island, sea, and mountain, 4 Now redemption, long expected, O come quickly! Everlasting God, come down! 4 With that blessèd hope before us, Let no harp remain unstrung; Let the mighty advent-chorus Onward roll from tongue to tongue: Christ is coming! Come, Lord Jesus, quickly come! 52. Tune-Dies Irae, 362. 8,8,8. 1 ᎠᏎ "The great and terrible day of the Lord." AY of wrath! O day of mourning! See fulfilled the prophets' warning! Heaven and earth in ashes burning! 2 O what fear man's bosom rendeth, When from heaven the Judge descendeth, On whose sentence all dependeth ! 3 Wondrous sound the trumpet flingeth, Through earth's sepulchres it ringeth, All before the throne it bringeth. 4 Death is struck, and nature quaking, To its Judge an answer making. 6 When the Judge His seat attaineth, 7 What shall I, frail man, be pleading, |