CORONATION. C.M.

64

4

OLIVER HOLDEN.

1 All hail the power of Jesus' name! Let angels prostrate fall; Bring forth the royal diadem,

And crown him Lord of all.

2 Crown him, ye morning stars of light,

Who fixed this earthly ball; Now hail the strength of Israel's might,

And crown him Lord of all.

3 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race,

Ye ransomed from the fall, Hail him who saves you by him grace,

And crown him Lord of all.

4 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.

5 Let every kindred, every tribe,
On this terrestrial ball,
To him all majesty ascribe,

And crown him Lord of all.

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

Edward Perronet, alt

58

Rejoicing in the risen Christ.

1 Awake, glad soul! awake! awake!
Thy Lord has risen long.
Go to his grave, and with thee take
Both tuneful heart and song.

2 The shade and gloom of life are fled

This resurrection-day, Henceforth in Christ are no more dead,

The grave hath no more prey.

3 In Christ we live, in Christ we sleep,

In Christ we wake and rise, And the sad tears death makes us weep

He wipes from all our eyes.

4 Then wake, glad heart! awake! awake!

And seek thy risen Lord, Joy in his resurrection take, And comfort in his word:

5 And let thy life, through all its

1 There is a fountain filled with blood

Drawn from Immanuel's veins; And sinners, plunged beneath that flood,

Lose all their guilty stains.

2 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 Thou dying Lamb! thy precious blood

Shall never lose its power, Till all the ransomed Church of God Are 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 tongue

Lies silent in the grave.

William Cowper.

66

The dearest name.

1 How sweet the name of Jesus sounds

In a believer's ear!

It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,

And drives away his fear.

2 It makes the wounded spirit whole,. And calms the troubled breast; 'Tis manna to the hungry soul, And to the weary, rest.

3 Dear name! the rock on which I build,

My shield and hiding-place! My never-failing treasure, filled

With boundless stores of grace!

4 Jesus, my Shepherd, Saviour, Friend,

My Prophet, Priest, and King,
My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End,
Accept the praise I bring!

5 I would thy boundless love proclaim
With every fleeting breath;
So shall the music of thy name
Refresh my soul in death.

John Newton."