6 Come, dearest Lord, extend thy reign, Till rebels rise no more:

Thy praise all nature then shall join, And heaven and earth adore.

324 "Thy righteousness, even Thine only." 1 Mr Saviour! my almighty Friend! When I begin thy praise, Where will the growing numbers end, The numbers of thy grace?

2 Thou art my everlasting trust;
Thy goodness I adore:

And since I knew thy graces first,
I speak thy glories more.

3 My feet shall travel all the length
Of the celestial road;

1 Now to the Lord, who makes us know The wonders of his dying love, Be humble honors paid below,

And strains of nobler praise above!

2 'T was he who cleansed our foulest sins,
And washed us in his precious blood;
'Tis he who makes us priests and kings,
And brings us rebels near to God.

3 To Jesus, our atoning Priest,
To Jesus, our eternal King,
Be everlasting power confessed!
Let every tongue his glory sing.

4 Behold! on flying clouds he comes,

And every eye shall see him move; Though with our sins we pierced him once, He now displays his pard'ning love.

1 O LORD, thy love 's unbounded!
So full, so sweet, so free!
Our thoughts are all confounded,
Whene'er we think on thee:
For us, thou cam'st from heaven,
For us to bleed and die;
That, purchased and forgiven,
We might ascend on high.

2 Oh, let this love constrain us
To give our hearts to thee;
Let nothing henceforth pain us,
But that which paineth thee!
Our joy, our one endeavor,

Through suffering, conflict, shame,
To serve thee, gracious Saviour,
And magnify thy name!

No mortal can with him compare,

Among the sons of men; fairer is he than all the fair That fill the heavenly train.

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

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

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

"The blood of His Cross."
Col. 1: 20.

YE saints, your music bring,
Attuned to sweetest sound;
Strike every trembling string,

Till earth and heaven resound: e triumphs of the cross we sing; vake, ye saints, each joyful string! The cross, the cross alone,

Subdued the powers of hell; Like lightning, from his throne The prince of darkness fell: he triumphs of the cross we sing; vake, ye saints, cach joyful string!

The cross hath power to save
From all the foes that rise;
The cross hath made the grave
A passage to the skies:

he triumphs of the cross we sing; wake, ye saints, each joyful string!

I'll celebrate thy glory,
With all the saints above,
And tell the joyful story

Of thy redeeming love.

2 Soon as the morn with roses
Bedecks the dewy east,
And when the sun reposes
Upon the ocean's breast,
My voice in supplication,
My Saviour, thou shalt hear:
Oh, grant me thy salvation,
And to my soul draw near!

3 By thee through life supported,
I pass the dangerous road,
With heavenly hosts escorted
Up to their bright abode:
There cast my crown before thee,
And, all my conflicts o'er,
Unceasingly adore thee:

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"The Song of the Lamb.” Rev. 15: 3, 4.

1 AWAKE, and sing the song
Of Moses and the Lamb!
Wake, every heart, and every tongue,
To praise the Saviour's name!

2 Sing of his dying love;

Sing of his rising power: Sing how he intercedes above, For those whose sins he bore.

3 Sing, till we feel our hearts

Ascending with our tongues;
Sing, till the love of sin departs,
And grace inspires our songs.
4 Sing on your heavenly way,
Ye ransomed sinners, sing!
Sing on, rejoicing every day
In Christ, th' exalted King.

5 Soon shall we hear him say,
"Ye blesséd children, come!"
Soon will he call us hence away
To our eternal home.

6 Soon shall our raptured tongue
His endless praise proclaim,
And sweeter voices tune the song
Of Moses and the Lamb.

S. M.

1 COME, every pious heart
That loves the Saviour's name,
Your noblest powers exert

To celebrate his fame:
Tell all above, and all below,
The debt of love to him you owe.

2 He left his starry crown,

And laid his robes aside;
On wings of love came down,

And wept, and bled, and died!
What he endured, oh, who can tell?
To save our souls from death and hell!
3 From the dark grave he rose,
The mansion of the dead;
And thence his mighty foes

In glorious triumph led:

H. M.

Up through the sky the Conqu❜ror rode,
And reigns on high, the Saviour-God.

4 From thence he'll quickly come-
His chariot will not stay
And bear our spirits home

To realms of endless day:
There shall we see his lovely face,
And ever be in his embrace.

When, placed within thy searching sig
It shrinks not, but with calm delight
Can live and look on thee!

2 Lord, how can I, whose native sphere
Is dark, whose mind is dim,
Before thy radiant light appear,
And on my naked spirit bear
Thine uncreated beam?

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3 Is there a way for man to rise
To that sublime abode?
Thine off'ring and thy sacrifice,
Thy pains, and groans, and tears, a
Thy death, O Lamb of God!

4 These, these prepare us for the sight
Of Majesty above;

The sons of ignorance and night
Can dwell in the eternal Light,
Through the eternal Love.

335 An ancient Hymn to the Redeemer. L. M.
1 THOU art the everlasting Son,
O Christ! and, high upon thy throne,
Thou art at the right hand of God,
And hast redeemed us by thy blood;
And heaven and earth are full of thee,
The glory of thy Majesty!

2 When all the sharpness of our death Was overcome in thy last breath,

Then didst thou open wide heaven's do To all believers evermore:

O Lamb of God! and thou wilt come, To be our Judge, and take us home. 3 In thee we trust: we pray thee, Lord, Remember thy most precious blood! In honor may we numbered be With all the noble company, Who bow before thy mercy-seat, And cast their treasures at thy feet.

1 COME, let us sing the song of songs The saints in heaven began the strain The homage which to Christ belongs:

Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain!"

2 Slain to redeem us by his blood, To cleanse from every sinful stain, And make us kings and priests to God Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain! 3 To him who suffered on the tree, Our souls, at his soul's price, to gain, Blessing, and praise, and glory be:

Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain!"

4 To him, enthroned by filial right,
All power in heaven and earth proclaim,
Honor, and majesty, and might:
"Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain!"

5 Long as we live, and when we die,
And while in heaven with him we reign;
This song our song of songs shall be:
Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain!'

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, forever thine!

2 Hence, gloomy doubts and fears! Dry up your mournful tears;

Swell the glad theme:
To Christ, our gracious King,
Strike each melodious string;
Join heart and voice to sing,
"Worthy the Lamb!"

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3 Hark! how the choirs above, Filled with the Saviour's love, Dwell on his name!

There, too, may we be found, With light and glory crowned, While all the heavens resound, Worthy the Lamb!"

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"The Lamb that was slain.”
Rev. 5.

1 GLORY to God on high!
Let heaven and earth reply,
Praise ye his name!
His love and grace adore,
Who all our sorrows bore;
Sing loud forever more,

Worthy the Lamb!

2 While they around the throne
Cheerfully join in one,
Praising his name,

Ye, who have felt his blood
Sealing your peace with God,
Sound his dear name abroad,
"Worthy the Lamb!"

3 Join, all ye ransomed race,
Our Lord and God to bless:
Praise ye his name!
In him we will rejoice,
And make a joyful noise,
Shouting with heart and voice,
"Worthy the Lamb!"

4 Soon must we change our place, Yet will we never cease

Praising his name:

To him our songs we bring;
Hail him our gracious King;
And through all ages sing,
Worthy the Lamb!"

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1 WHAT equal honors shall we bring
To thee, O Lord our God, the Lamb,
When all the notes that angels sing
Are far inferior to thy name?

2 Worthy is he who once was slain, [died;
The Prince of Peace, who groaned and
Worthy to rise, and live, and reign
At his almighty Father's side.

1 SHALL hymns of grateful love Through heaven's high arches ring, And all the hosts above

Their songs of triumph sing; And shall not we take up the strain, And send the echo back again?

2 Shall they adore the Lord,

Who bought them with his blood, And all the love record

That led them home to God; And shall not we take up the strain, And send the echo back again?

3 Oh, spread the joyful sound! The Saviour's love proclaim; And publish all around

Salvation through his name: Till all the world take up the strain, And send the echo back again!

H. M.

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2 There dwells the Lord, our King,
The Lord our righteousness:
Triumphant o'er the world and sin,
The Prince of Peace,

On Zion's sacred height,

His kingdom still maintains,

And glorious, with his saints in light,
Forever reigns.

3 Before the Saviour's face

The ransomed nations bow,
O'erwhelmed at his almighty grace,
Forever new:

He shows his prints of love;
They kindle to a flame,

And sound, through all the worlds above, "The slaughtered Lamb!"