St. bilda.

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Edina. [FIRST TUNE.]

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[AIL, Thou once despised Jesus,
Hail, Thou Galilean King!
Thou didst suffer to release us;
Thou didst free salvation bring:
Hail, Thou agonising Saviour,

Bearer of our sin and shame;
By Thy merits we find favour;

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;
Man is reconciled to God.

J. BARNBY.

f 3 Jesus, hail! enthroned in glory, There for ever to abide;

Amen.

All the heavenly host 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, honour, 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 !
J. Bakewell.

HERBERT S. OAKELEY.

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AVIOUR, blessed Saviour,
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Hearts and voices raising
Praises to our King:
All we have we offer,

All we hope to be,
Body, soul, and spirit,

All we yield to Thee. p 2 Farther, ever farther,

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From Thy wounded side, Heedlessly we wandered,

p 3 Nearer, ever nearer,

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Wandered far and wide; Till Thou cam'st in mercy, Seeking young and old, Lovingly to bear them,

Saviour, to Thy fold.

Christ, we draw to Thee, Deep in adoration

Bending low the knee: Thou for our redemption

Cam'st on earth to die; Thou, that we might follow, Hast gone up on high.

p 4 Dark, and ever darker,

Was the wintry past; Now a ray of gladness

O'er our path is cast:

Every day that passeth, Every hour that flies, Tells of love unfeigned, Love that never dies.

A - men.

W. PITTS.

f 6 Onward, ever onward,

cr 5 Clearer still, and clearer,

Dawns the light from heaven, In our sadness bringing

News of sin forgiven;
Life has lost its shadows,
Pure the light within;
Thou hast shed Thy radiance
On a world of sin.

Journeying o'er the road Worn by saints before us,

Journeying on to God; Leaving all behind us,

May we hasten on, Backward never looking, Till the prize is won.