YOME let us join our cheerful songs,
With angels round the throne.
Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,
But all their joys are one.
2 "Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry,
"To be exalted thus."
"Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply,
For He was slain for us.
3 Jesus is worthy to receive
Honor and power divine;
And blessings more than we can give,
Be, Lord, for ever Thine.
4 Let all that dwell above the sky,
And air, and earth, and seas,
Conspire to lift Thy glories high,
And speak Thine endless praise!
5 The whole creation join in one,
To bless the sacred Name
Of Him that sits upon the throne,
And to adore the Lamb.
OW to the Lamb that once was slain
N Be endless blessings paid;
Salvation, glory, joy, remain
For ever on Thy head!
2 Thou hast redeemed our souls with Blood,
Hast set the prisoners free,
Hast made us kings and priests to God,
And we shall reign with Thee.
OSANNA to the Son
H of David and of God,
Who brought the news of pardon down,
And bought it with His Blood!
2 To Christ the anointed King
Be endless blessings given!
Let the whole earth His glory sing,
Who made our peace with heaven.
THOU Who through this holy week
Didst suffer for us all;
The sick to cure, the lost to seek,
To raise up them that fall:
2 We cannot understand the woe
Thy Love was pleased to bear:
O Lamb of God, we only know
That all our hopes are there!
3 Thy feet the path of suffering trod;
Thy hand the victory won;
What shall we render to our God
For all that He hath done?
IDE on, ride on in majesty !
In lowly pomp ride on to die!
O Christ, Thy triumphs now begin
O'er captive death and conquered sin.
2 Ride on, ride on in majesty !
The angel armies of the sky
Look down with sad and wondering eyes,
To see the approaching Sacrifice.
3 Ride on, ride on in majesty !
Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh:
The Father on His sapphire throne
Expects His own anointed Son.
4 Ride on, ride on in majesty!
In lowly pomp ride on to die!
Bow Thy meek head to mortal pain,
Then take, O God, Thy power, and reign.
HE Saviour comes! no outward pomp
Bespeaks His presence nigh;
No earthly beauty shines in Him
To draw the carnal eye.
2 Rejected and despised of men,
Behold a Man of woe!
And grief His close companion still
Through all His life below!
3 Yet all the griefs He felt were ours,
Ours were the woes He bore:
Pangs, not His own, His spotless soul
With bitter anguish tore.
4 We held Him as condemned of Heaven,
An outcast from His God;
While for our sins He groaned, He bled,
Beneath His Father's rod.
5 His sacred Blood hath washed our souls
From sin's polluting stain;
His stripes have healed us, and His Death
Revived our souls again.
6 We all, like sheep, have gone astray
In ruin's fatal road:
On Him were our transgressions laid;
He bore the mighty load.
7 He died to bear the guilt of men,
That sin might be forgiven:
He lives to bless them and defend,
And plead their cause in heaven.
William Robertson. d. 1743.
8.7. D.
AIL, Thou once despised Jesus!
Hail, Thou Galilean King!
Thou didst suffer to release us;
Thou didst free salvation bring.
Hail, Thou agonizing Saviour,
Bearer of our sin and shame!
By Thy merits we find favor;
Life is given through Thy Name.
2 Paschal Lamb, by God appointed,
All our sins on Thee were laid;
By almighty Love anointed,
Thou hast full Atonement made.
All Thy people are forgiven
Through the virtue of Thy Blood:
Opened is the gate of heaven;
Peace is made 'twixt man and God.
3 Jesus, hail, enthroned in glory,
There for ever to abide!
All the heavenly hosts adore Thee,
Seated at Thy Father's side:
There for sinners Thou art pleading,
There Thou dost our place prepare,
Ever for us interceding,
Till in glory we appear.
4 Worship, honor, power, and blessing,
Thou art worthy to receive;
Loudest praises, without ceasing,
Meet it is for us to give.
Help, ye bright angelic spirits,
Bring your sweetest, noblest lays,
Help to sing our Saviour's merits,
Help to chant Immanuel's praise.
John Bakewell. 1757.
Madan's Coll. 1760.
Toplady. 1776.
UFFERING Son of man, be near me,
In my sufferings to sustain ;
By Thy sorer griefs to cheer me,
By Thy more than mortal pain.
2 Call to mind that unknown anguish,
In Thy days of flesh below,
When Thy troubled soul did languish
Under a whole world of woe.
3 By Thy most severe temptation
In that dark Satanic hour;
By Thy last mysterious Passion,
Screen me from the adverse power.
4 By Thy fainting in the garden,
By Thy dreadful Death, I pray,
Write upon my heart Thy pardon;
Take my sins and fears away.
5 By the travail of Thy spirit,
By Thine outcry on the tree,
By Thine agonizing merit,
Gracious Lord, remember me!
AVIOUR, when in dust to Thee
Low we bend the adoring knee;
When, repentant, to the skies
Scarce we lift our weeping eyes;
O, by all Thy pains and woe
Suffered once for man below,
Bending from Thy throne on high,
Hear our solemn Litany!
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