A HYMN 87. C. M. Christ crowned as Lord of All. LL hail the pow'r of Jesu's name! 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, 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, 5 Ye seed of Israel's chosen race, Hail Him who saves you by his grace, 6 Hail Him, ye heirs of David's line, 8 Let ev'ry tribe, and ev'ry tongue, YE HYMN 88. L. M. Christ the Bright and Morning Star. E worlds of light, that roll so near 3 Its cheering beams spread wide abroad, 4 When shall we reach the heav'nly place, HYMN 89. L. M. Jehovah the true God. Psa. xcvii. EHOVAH reigns, let all the earth 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, Deep in your faithful breasts record, HYMN 90. Eights. Praising at the foot of the Cross. Bore all my sins upon the tree; 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. L HYMN 91. Eights and Sevens. OVE divine, all loves excelling, 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; 3 Carry on thy new creation, Change from glory into glory, HYMN 92. C. M. Healing Mercy in Jesus. HEAL us, Emmanuel, here we stand To wounded souls stretch forth thy hand, 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." 66 4 She too who touch'd thee in the press, And healing virtue stole, Was answer'd, "Daughter, go in peace, 5 Like her, with hopes and fears we come, HYMN 93. C. M. Walking with God. Gen. v. 24. O'A calm and heavenly frame; A light to shine upon the road, |