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8s and 78. Peculiar. 116. Christ, the Lamb, enthroned and worshipeda I HARK !--ten thousand harps and voices
Sound the note of praise above,
Jesus reigns, the God of love :
Jesus rules the world alone.
All above, and gives it worth;
Cheers, and charms thy saints on earth:
Lord! we own it love divine,
Thine an everlasting crown;
Those whom thou hast made thine own;-
Destined to behold thy face.
Bring-Oh! bring the glorious day,
Heaven and earth shall pass away;
8s and 7s.
Praise to God, the Saviour.
May a mortal lisp thy name?
Thou art every creature's theme:
Ancient of eternal days!
Be thy just and lawful praise.
Grand beyond a seraph's thought ;-
Works with skill and kindness wrought;-
Through thine empire's wide domain..
Wings an angel, guides a sparrow;
Blessed be thy gentle reign. 3 For thy rich, thy free redemption,
Bright, though veiled in darkness long,
Who can sing that wondrous song?
Shall thy praise unuttered lie?
Sing the Lord who came to die :4 From the highest throne of glory,
To the cross of deepest wo,
Flow, my praise! for ever flow:
Leave thy footstool, take thy throne;
Be the kingdom all thine own!
S. M. 118.
Moses and Christ. 1 THE law by Moses came;
But peace and truth and love
Descending from above. 2 Amidst the house of God,
Their different works were done;
But Christ a faithful Son. 3 Then to his new commands
Be strict obedience paid;
The sovereign and the head. 4 The man, who durst despise
The law that Moses brought-
For his presumptuous fault. 5 But sorer vengeance falls
On that rebellious race,
C. M. 119. Various Success of the Gospel. 1 CHRIST and his cross is all our theme;
The mysteries that we speak
And folly to the Greek.
With joy receive the word;
Shine in their dying Lord. 3 The vital savor of his name
Restores their fainting breath ;
To guilt, despair, and death.
Like showers of heavenly rain,
8s and 7s. 120.
The Light of the World.
Borders on the shades of death!
Dissipate the clouds beneath :
In our deepest darkness rise,-
Pouring eye-sight on our eyes. 2 Still we wait for thine appearing ;
Life and joy thy beams impart,
Every poor benighted heart:
To the ransomed, helpless race;
Come, and bring the gospel-grace. 3 Save us, in thy great compassion,
O thou mild, pacific Prince !
Give the pardon of our sins;
Every weary, wandering spirit,
H. M. 121.
Christ, our King. 1 REJOICE! the Lord is King !
Your God and King adore;
And triumph evermore :
Rejoice aloud, ye saints! rejoice. 2 His kingdom cannot fail ;
He rules o'er earth and heaven;
Are to our Jesus given:
Rejoice aloud, ye saints? rejoice. 3 He all his foes shall quell,
Shall all our sins destroy,
With pure seraphic joy :
Rejoice aloud, ye saints! rejoice. 4 Rejoice in glorious hope;
Jesus, the judge, shall come,
To their eternal home:
L. M 122. God, the Son, equal with the Father. 1 BRIGHT King of glory, dreadful God!
Our spirits bow before thy seat ;
And worship at thine awful feet. 2 A thousand seraphs, strong and bright,
Stand round the glorious Deity;
Pretends comparison with thee?
Jesus, arrayed in flesh and blood,
Thinks it no robbery to claim
A full equality with God.
Their essence is for ever one:
The Father-God, and God, the Son.
With equal honors be adored ;
The Voice of free Grace. 1 THE voice of free grace cries Escape to the
mountain !" For Adam's lost race, Christ hath opened a fountain; For sin and uncleanness, and every transgression, His blood flows most freely, in streams of salvation.
CHORUS Hallelujah to the Lamb! he hath purchased our
pardon, We'll praise him again, when we pass over Jordan. 2 Ye souls that are wounded! Oh! flee to the
Saviour; He calls you in mercy, 't is infinite favor,Your sins are increasing,-escape to the mountain, His blood can remove them, it flows from the fountain. 3 O Jesus ! ride onward, triumphantly glorious, O'er sin, death and hell, thou art more than victorious; Thy name is the theme of the great congregation, While angels and saints raise the shout of salvation. 4 With joy shall we stand, when escaped to the shore; With harps in our hands, we'll praise him the more; We'll range the sweet plains on the bank of the river, And sing of salvation for ever and ever!
C. M. 124.
In a believer's ear!
And drives away his fear.