LL hail the power of Jesus' name!

A Let angels prostrate fall;

Bring forth the royal diadem

And crown him Lord of all.
2 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race,
Ye ransomed from the fall;
Hail him who saves you by his grace,
And crown him Lord of all.

3 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 Let every kindred, every tribe,
On this terrestial ball,
To him all majesty_ascribe,
And crown him Lord of all,

5 O that with yonder sacred throng,
We at his feet may fall;
We'll join the everlasting song,
And crown him Lord of all.

FOR a shout of sacred joy
Food, the sovereign King!

Let every land their tongues employ,
And hymns of triumph sing.

2 Jesus, our God, ascends on high;

His heavenly guards around Attend him rising through the sky, With trumpet's joyful sound.

3 While angels shout and praise their King,

Let mortals learn their strains;
Let all the earth his honors sing;
O'er all the earth he reigns.

4 In Israel stood his ancient throne;
He loved that chosen race;
But now he calls the world his own,
And heathens taste his grace.

5 The Gentile nations are the Lord's
There Abraham's God is known;
While powers and princes, shields and
Submit before his throne. [swords

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11.

O! what a glorious sight appears
To our believing eyes!

The earth and seas are passed away,
And the old rolling skies.

2 From the third heaven, where God re-
That holy, happy place, [sides,
The new Jerusalem comes down,
Adorned with shining grace.

3 Attending angels shout for joy,
And the bright armies sing;
"Mortals, behold the sacred seat
Of your descending King.

4 "The God of glory down to men
Removes his blest abode;
Men, the dear objects of his grace,
And he the loving God.

5 "His own soft hand shall wipe the tears
From every weeping eye;

And pains and groans, and griefs and
And death itself shall die.'

[fears,

6 How long, dear Saviour, O how long
Shall this bright hour delay?
Fly swifter round, ye wheels of time,
And bring the welcome day.

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Jordan's stormy banks I stand,
And cast a wishful eye

To Canaan's fair and happy land,
Where my possessions lie.

2 O the transporting, rapturous scene,
That rises to my sight;

Sweet fields arrayed in living green,
And rivers of delight.

3 There generous fruits, that never fail,
On trees immortal grow;

There rocks and hills, and brooks and
With milk and honey flow. [vales,

4 On all these wide extended plains
Shines one eternal day;

There God the Son forever reigns,
And scatters night away.

5 No chilling winds nor poisonous breath
Can reach that healthful shore;
Sickness and sorrow, pain and death,
Are felt and feared no more.

12 The dying thief rejoiced to see
That fountain in his day;
And there may I, though vile as he,
Wash all my sins away.

3 Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood
Shall never lose its power,

Till all the ransomed church of God
Be saved to sin no more.

4 E'er since by faith I saw the stream,
Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be till I die.

5 Then, in a nobler, sweeter song,
I'll sing thy power to save;
When this poor lisping, stammering
Lies silent in the grave.

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[tongue

BLEST morning, whose first dawning

Beheld our rising God; [light That saw him triumph o'er the dust, And leave his last abode.

4 To thee ten thousand thanks we bring, 2 To thy great name, almighty Lord,

Great Advocate on high;

And glory to the almighty King,
That lays his fury by.

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Mobi may I call thee mine!

Y God! my Father! blissful name!

May I with sweet assurance claim
A portion so divine?

2 This only can my fears control,
And bid my sorrows fly:
What harm can ever reach my soul
Beneath my Father's eye?

3 Whate'er thy providence denies,
I calmly would resign;

These sacred hours we pay,
And loud hosannas shall proclaim
The triumph of the day.

3 In the cold prison of the tomb,
The dear Redeemer lay,

4

Till the revolving skies had brought
The third, the appointed day.

Hell and the grave unite their force,
To hold our God, in vain;

The sleeping Conqueror arose,
And burst their feeble chain.

5 Salvation and immortal praise
To our victorious King;

Let heaven and earth, and rocks and
With glad hosannas ring.

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For Children Only.

[seas,

THANK the goodness and the grace

For thou art good, and just, and wise; That on my birth have smiled,

Oh! bend my will to thine.

4 Whate'er thy sacred will ordains,

Oh! give me strength to bear;

Let me but know my father reigns,
And trust his tender care.

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THERE is a fountain filled with blood,

Drawn from Immanuel's veins,
And sinners plunged beneath that flood,
Lose all their guilty stains.

And made me, in these latter days,
A happy, Christian child.

2 I was not born as thousands are,
Where God is never known,
And taught to say a useless prayer
To gods of wood and stone.
My God, I thank thee, who hast planned

3

A better lot for me,

And placed me in this favored land,
Where I may hear of thee.

2 I've seen thy glory and thy power Through all thy temple shine;

PRAISE waits in Zion, Lord, for thee, My God, repeat that heavenly hour,

There shall our vows be paid; Thou hast an ear when sinners pray, All flesh shall seek thine aid.

2 Lord, our iniquities prevail,

But pardoning grace is thine,
And thou wilt grant us power and skill
To conquer every sin.

3 Blest are the men whom thou wilt
To bring them near thy face, [choose
Give them a dwelling in thy house,
To feast upon thy grace.

4 In answering what thy church requests,
Thy truth and terror shine,
Thy works of dreadful righteousness
Fulfil thy kind design.

5 Thus shall the wondering nations see
The Lord is good and just;
And distant islands fly to thee,
And make thy name their trust.

That vision so divine.

3 Not all the blessings of a feast
Can please my soul so well,
As when thy richer grace I taste,
And in thy presence dwell.

4 Not life itself, with all its joys,
Can my best passions move,
Or raise so high my cheerful voice,
As thy forgiving love.

ET them neglect thy glory, Lord,
Who never knew thy grace;
But our loud songs shall still record
The wonders of thy praise.

2 We raise our shouts, O God, to thee,
And send them to thy throne;
All glory to the United Three,
The Undivided One.

3 'Twas he, and we'll adore his name,
That formed us by a word;
'Tis he restores our ruined frame;
Salvation to the Lord!