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HYMN 87. C. M.

Christ crowned as Lord of All.

LL hail the pow'r of Jesu's name!
Let Angels prostrate fall;

Bring forth the royal diadem,

To crown Him Lord of All.

2 Let high born Seraphs tune the lyre, And, as they tune it, fall

Before his face who tunes their choir,
And crown Him Lord of All.

3 Crown Him, ye morning stars of light, He fix'd this floating ball;

Now hail the strength of Israel's might, And crown Him Lord of All.

4 Crown Him, ye martyrs of your God Who from His altar call;

Extol the stem of Jesse's rod,
And crown Him Lord of All.

5 Ye seed of Israel's chosen race,
Ye ransom'd of the fall,

Hail Him who saves you by his grace,
And crown Him Lord of All.

6 Hail Him, ye heirs of David's line,
Whom David Lord did call;
The God incarnate, Man divine,
And crown Him Lord of All. ·
7 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.

8 Let ev'ry tribe, and ev'ry tongue,
That hear the Saviour's call,
Now shout in universal song,
And crown Him Lord of All.

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HYMN 88. L. M.

Christ the Bright and Morning Star.
Rev. xxii. 16.

E worlds of light, that roll so near
The Saviour's throne of shining bliss,
Oh, tell how mean your glories are,
How faint and few, compar'd with his.
2 We sing the bright and morning star,
(Jesus, the spring of light and love ;)
See how its rays diffus'd from far,
Conduct us to the realms above.

3 Its cheering beams spread wide abroad,
And guide the Christian in his way;
Still as he goes he finds the road,
Enlighten'd with a constant day.

4 When shall we reach the heav'nly place,
Where this bright star will brightest shine;
Leave far behind these scenes of night,
And view a lustre all divine?

HYMN 89. L. M.

Jehovah the true God. Psa. xcvii.

EHOVAH reigns, let all the earth
In his just government rejoice;
Let all the isles with sacred mirth,
In his applause unite their voice.
2 Darkness and clouds, of awful shade,
His dazzling glory shroud in state;
Justice and truth, his guards are made,
And fix'd, by his pavillion, wait.
3 Devouring fire before his face,

His foes around with vengeance struck ; His lightnings set the world on blaze, Earth saw it, and with terror shook.

4 The proudest hills his presence felt, Their height nor strength could help afford; The proudest hills like wax did melt,

In presence of th' Almighty Lord.

5 The heav'ns, his righteousness to show,
With storms of fire our foes pursu❜d;
And all the trembling world below,
Have his descending glory view'd
6 Glad Sion of thy triumph heard,
And Judah's daughters were o'er joy'd;
Because thy righteous judgments, Lord;
Have Pagan pride and pow'r destroy'd.
7 Rejoice, ye righteous, in the Lord;
Memorials of his holiness,

Deep in your faithful breasts record,
And with your thankful tongues confess.

HYMN 90. Eights.

Praising at the foot of the Cross.
LOVE divine, what hast thou done!
Th' immortal God hath dy'd for me!
The Father's co-eternal Son,

Bore all my sins upon the tree;
Th' immortal God forme hath dy’d;
The Lord, my love, is crucify'd.
2 Sinners, behold, as ye pass by.
The bleeding Prince of life and peace;
Come see, ye worms, your Maker die,
And say was ever grief like his?
Come feel, with me, his blood apply'd;
The Lord, my love, is crucify'd.

3 Is crucify'd for me and you,

To bring his people back to God;

Believe, believe the record true,

His church is purchas'd with his blood; Pardon and life flow from his side; The Lord, my love, is crucify'd. 4 Then let us sit beneath his cross, And gladly catch the healing stream; All things for him account but dross, And give up all our hearts to him; Of nothing speak, or think beside; The Lord, my love, is crucify'd.

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HYMN 91. Eights and Sevens.
Love Divine.

OVE divine, all loves excelling,
Joy of heav'n to earth come down!
Fix in us thy humble dwelling;
All thy faithful mercies crown.
Jesus, thou art all compassion,

Pure, unbounded love thou art: Visit us with thy salvation,

Enter ev'ry trembling heart.

2 Breathe, Oh, breathe thy loving spirit Into ev'ry troubled breast:

Let us all in thee inherit,

Let us find thy promis'd rest;
Take away the love of sinning,
Take our load of guilt away;
End the work of thy beginning,
Bring us to eternal day.

3 Carry on thy new creation,
Pure and holy may we be;
Let us see our whole salvation,
Perfectly secur❜d by Thee;

Change from glory into glory,
Till in heaven we take our place;
Till we cast our crowns before Thee,
Lost in wonder, love and praise.

HYMN 92. C. M.

Healing Mercy in Jesus.

HEAL us, Emmanuel, here we stand
Waiting to feel thy touch;

To wounded souls stretch forth thy hand,
Blest Saviour, we are such.

2 Our faith is weak, our strength is small, We faintly trust thy word;

Sure thou wilt hear the mourner call, "behold thy Lord."

And say,

3 Thou pity'dst him who once apply'd With trembling for relief;

"Lord, I believe," with tears he cry'd, Oh, help my unbelief."

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4 She too who touch'd thee in the press, And healing virtue stole,

Was answer'd, "Daughter, go in peace,
Thy faith hath made thee whole."

5 Like her, with hopes and fears we come,
To touch thee if we may;
Oh! send us not despairing home,
Send none unheal'd away.

HYMN 93. C. M.

Walking with God. Gen. v. 24.
H! for a closer walk with God,

O'A calm and heavenly frame;

A light to shine upon the road,
That leads me to the Lamb!