6 Because when we forsook Thy ways,

Nor kept Thy holy will,
Thou wert not the avenging Judge,

But gracious Father still :
Because we have forgot Thee, Lord,

But Thou hast not forgot ; Because we have forsaken Thee,

But Thou forsakest not:

6 Because, O Lord, Thou lovedst us

With everlasting love;
Because Thou sent'st Thy Son to die,

That we might live above;
Because, when we were heirs of wrath,

Thou gav'st the hopes of heaven;
We love

because we much have sinn'd, And much have been forgiven.

THE LORD JESUS CHRIST-HIS

PRAISE

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Rev. v. 13. C. M. TOPLADY. TE sing to Thee, Thou Son of God,

1

We praise Thee, Son of Man, whose blood

Redeemed our fallen race.
2 Thee we acknowledge God and Lord,

The Lamb for sinners slain :
Who art by heaven and earth adored,

Worthy o'er both to reign.
3 To Thee all angels cry aloud,

Through heaven's extended coasts; Hail, holy, holy, holy Lord

of glory and of hosts !

4 The prophets' goodly fellowship,

In radiant garments dress'd,
Praise Thee, Thou Son of God, and reap

The fulness of Thy rest.
5 The apostles' glorious company

Thy righteous praise proclaim: The martyred army glorify

Thine everlasting name. 6 Throughout the world Thy churches join

To call on Thee, their Head, Brightness of Majesty Divine,

Who every power hast made.
7 Among their number, Lord, we love

To sing Thy precious blood.
Reign here, and in the worlds above,

Thou holy Lamb of God!

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2 Cor. iv. 6. L. M. WATTS 1

to the Lord a noble song ! Awake, my soul; awake, my tongue; Hosanna to th' Eternal Name,

And all His boundless love proclaim. 2 See where it shines in Jesus' face,

The brightest image of His grace;
God, in the person of His Son,

Has all His mightiest works outdone.
3 The spacious earth and spreading flood

Proclaim the wise and powerful God:
And Thy rich glories from afar

Sparkle in every rolling star.
4 But in His looks a glory stands,

The noblest labour of Thy hands;
The pleasing lustre of His eyes
Outshines the wonders of the skies.

5 Grace ! 'tis a sweet, a charming theme;

My thoughts rejoice at Jesus' name :
Ye angels, dwell upon the sound,

Ye heavens, reflect it to the ground. 6 O may I live to reach the place

Where He unveils His lovely face;
Where all His beauties you behold,
And sing His name to harps of gold.

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1 THAT equal honours shall we bring

When all the notes that angels sing

Are far inferior to Thy name ? 2 Worthy is He who once was slain,

The Prince of Peace who groaned and died; Worthy to rise, and live, and reign

At His Almighty Father's side.
3 Power and dominion are His due

Who stood condemn'd at Pilate's bar;
Wisdom belongs to Jesus too,

Though He was charg'd with madness here. 4 All riches are His native right,

Yet He sustained amazing loss;
To Him ascribe eternal might

Who left His weakness on the cross. 5 Honour immortal must be paid,

Instead of scandal and of scorn ;
While glory shines around His head,

And a bright crown without a thorn. 6 Blessings for ever on the Lamh,

Who bore the curse for wretched men:
Let angels sound His sacred name,
And every creature say, Amen.

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Tithe Father's only Son,

Heb. i. 3. 8.6.8.6.8.8. CONDER. HOU art the Everlasting Word,

1

God manifestly seen and heard,

And Heaven's Beloved One. Worthy, O Lamb of God, art Thou,

That every knee to Thee should bow. 2 In Thee most perfectly expressed,

The Father's glories sbine : of the full Deity possessed,

Eternally Divine.
Worthy, O Lamb of God, art Thou,

That every knee to Thee should bow. 3 True image of the Infinite,

Whose essence is concealed ; Brightness of uncreated light;

The heart of God revealed. Worthy, O Lamb of God, art Thou,

That every knee to Thee should bow. 4 Yet, loving Thee, on whom His love

Ineffable doth rest,
Thy glorious worshippers above,

As One with Thee, are bless'd.
Worthy, O Lamb of God, art Thou,

That every knee to Thee should bow. 5 Throughout the universe of bliss,

The centre Thou, and sun.
Th'eternal theme of praise is this,

To Heaven's Beloved One:
Worthy, O Lamb of God, art Thou,
That every knee to Thee should bow.

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Phil. ii. 6. L. M. WATTS. RIGHT King of glory, dreadful God!

To Thee we lift an humble thought,
And worship at Thine awful feet.

2 Thy power bath form’d, Thy wisdom sways,

All nature with a sovereign word;
And the bright world of stars obeys

The will of their superior Lord.
3 A thousand seraphs strong and bright

Stand round the glorious Deity ;
But who amongst the sons of light

Pretends comparison with Thee ? 4 Yet there is One of human frame,

Jesus, arrayed in flesh and blood,
Thinks it no robbery to claim

A full equality with God.
6 Then let the name of Christ our King

With equal honours be adored ;
His praise let every angel sing,
And all the nations own their Lord.

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Heb. i. 3. 8.7. ROBINSON. 1 MS

[IGHTY God, while angels.bless Thee,

May a mortal lisp Thy name?
Lord of men as well as angels,

Thou art every creature's theme. 2 Lord of every land and nation,

Ancient of eternal days,
Sounded through the wide creation

Be Thy just and lawful praise. 3 For the grandeur of Thy nature,

Grand beyond a seraph's thought; For created works of power,—

Works with skill and kindness wrought; 4 For Thy providence that governs

Through Thine empire's wide domain, Wings an angel, guides a sparrow;

Blessed be Thy gentle reign.