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4 He spoild the powers of darkness thus,
And brake our iron chains ; Jesus hath freed our captive souls
From everlasting pains.
Their lasting silence break,
The Saviour's praises speak.
Our souls are all on flame: Hosanna round the spacious earth
To Thine adored name!
Strike all your harps of gold;
His love can ne'er be told.
C. M. WATTS. 1 INFINITE pity touch'd the heart
Eternal Son; Descending from the heavenly court,
He left His Father's throne.
His most divine array,
of our inferior clay.
Redeem'd unhappy men,
To life and God again.
We joyfully resign;
For we are doubly Thine,
5 Thine honour shall for ever be
The business of our days; . For ever shall our thankful tongues
Speak Thy deserved praise. 367
Isaiah lili. 6-12. S. M. WATTS. 1 IKE sheep we went astray,
, Each wandering in a different way,
But all the downward road. 2 How dreadful was the hour
When God our wanderings laid,
Upon the Shepherd's head ! 3 How glorious was the grace
When Christ sustain'd the stroke !
A ransom for the flock.
Were taken both away,
And made as vile as they.
O'er all the sons of men,
To recompense His pain.
A portion with the strong ;
And hold His honours long. 368
Rom. x. 6-10. L. M. DODDRIDGE *
Where sinful men expiring lie ?
2 I ask not, who the heaven shall scale,
That Christ the Saviour thence may come; Or who earth's inmost depths assail,
To bring Him from the dreary tomb. 3 From heaven, on wings of love, He flew,
And Conqueror from the tomb He sprung; My heart believes the witness true,
And dictates to my faithful tongue. 4 I sing salvation brought so near;
No more on earth expiring lie;
HIS GLORY. 369
Rev. v. 6-10. C. M. WATTS. 1
BEAmidst this father's throne;
EHOLD glories of
And songs before unknown. 2 Let elders worship at His feet,
The church adore around,
And harps of sweeter sound.
Be endless blessings paid ;
For ever on Thy head. 4 Thou hast redeem'd our souls with blood,
Hast set the prisoners free;
And we shall reign with Thee.
Are put beneath Thy power;
And bring the promis'd hour.
Rev. V. 6–10.
1 LL mortal vanities, begone,
Nor tempt my eyes, nor tire my ears; Behold, amidst th' eternal throne,
A vision of the Lamb appears.
Fall worshipping before the Lamb,
Address their honours to His name. 3 The joy, the shout, the harmony,
Flies o'er the everlasting hills;
To read the book, to loose the seals, 4 Our voices join the heavenly strain,
And with transporting pleasure sing,
To be our Teacher and our King. 5 Worthy for ever is the Lord
That died for treasons not His own,
2 Tim. ll. 12. O. M. URWICK'S COI.
1 MHE head that once was crowned with
The mighty Victor's brow.
Is His by sovereign right:
He reigns in glory bright.
3 The joy of all who dwell above,
The joy of all below,
And grants His name to know.
With all its grace, is given;
Their joy the joy of heaven.
They reign with Him above;
The mystery of His love.
Though shame and death to Him;
Their everlasting theme,
372 Rev. v. 12, 13.
C. M. WATTS. let us join our cheerful songs
Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,
But all their joys are one.
To be exalted thus:
For He was slain for us. 3 Jesus is worthy to receive
Honour and power divine;
Be, Lord, for ever Thine.
And air, and earth, and seas, Conspire to lift Thy glories high,
And speak Thine endless praise.