37 CORONATION. C. M.

OLIVER HOLDEN.

1. All hail the pow'r of
Jesus' name! Let angels pros-trate fall!
2. Crown him, ye morn-ing stars of light, Who fixed this earth-ly ball;
3. Ye cho-sen seed of Israel's race, Ye ran-somed from the fall,
4. Sinners, whose love can ne'er for get The worm-wood and the gall;

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Bring forth the royal di- a- dem, And crown him Lord of all.
Now hail the Strength of Israel' might, And crown him Lord of all.
Hail him who saves you by his grace, And crown him Lord of all.
Go, spread your trophies at his feet, And crown him Lord of all.

Bring forth the royal di- a - dem, And crown him Lord of all.
Now hail the Strength of Israel's might, And crown him Lord of all.
Hail him who saves you by his grace, And crown him Lord of all.
Go, spread your trophies at his feet, And crown him Lord of all.

5 Let every kindred, every tribe,
On this terrestrial ball,
To him all majesty ascribe,
And crown him Lord of all.

6 O that with yonder sacred throng
We at his feet may fall!
We'll join the everlasting song,
And crown him Lord of all.

EDWARD PERRONET, alt.

38 ORIENT. 118.

JOHANN C. W. A. MOZART, (1756–1791.)

1. Bright-est and best of the sons of the morn-ing! Dawn on our
2. Cold on his cra dle the
3. Say, shall we yield him, in

dew-drops are shining;
costly de- vo- tion,

Low lies his
O - dors of

dark-ness, and lend us thine aid!
head with the beasts of the stall:
E dom, and off - 'rings di vine,

Star of the East, the ho Angels adore him in Gems of the moun-tain, and

ri - zon adorn-ing, Guide where our in-fant Re-deem-er is laid. slumber reclin-ing, Mak-er, and Monarch, and Saviour of all. pearls of the ocean, Myrrh from the forest, and gold from the mine?

4 Vainly we offer each ample oblation,

Vainly with gifts would his favor

secure;

Richer, by far, is the heart's adoration,

Dearer to God are the prayers of

the poor.

REGINALD HEBER, 1811.

41 ZEPHYR. L. M.

WILLIAM B. BRADBURY, 1844

1. When I sur-vey the wondrous cross, On which the Prince of Glory died, 2. For-bid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ, my God; 3. See, from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down; 4. Were all the realms of na-ture mine, That were a pres-ent far too small;