Some for Paul, some for Apollos, Help us, Lord, to follow thee; Lord, in us there is no merit, We've been sinners from our youth; Guide us, Lord, by thy good Spirit, Which shall teach us all the truth. On thy gospel word we'll venture, Till in death's cold arms we sleep, Love our Lord, and Christ our Savior, O! good Shepherd, feed thy sheep. Come, good Lord, with courage arm us, Glory, glory be to Jesus, At his name our hearts do leap ; Hear the Prince of our salvation, You are built upon this Rock;. I delight to feed my sheep." Christ alone, whose merit saves us, Give him glory, he will keep, THE MARTYR'S SONG. 12s. 41 4 4 I have fought the good fight-I have finished my race, And 4 4 国 Thee, O my Savior, I soon shall embrace; They may torture this body-my spir-it is free, And the billows of death shall but waft it to thee. Let thy strength,-Lord, but gird me-thy smile be but mine, The dungeon, the sword, or the stake I can dare, Did my Lord feel the scourge? Did the thorns pierce his brow? All this didst thou suffer, my Savior, for me? Then welcome the fetters, that link me to thee. United in sufferings-the promise is clear, I shall with my Jesus in glory appear; Out of great tribulation in triumph I go, With my robe wash'd in blood, and made whiter than snow. I go to my Savior-I go to my God, I tread the same path my Redeemer once trod: Unworthy, my Jesus, unworthy am I, E'en to fall in thy cause-for thy truth e'en to die. Lo! on my clear vision, the seats of the bless'd "Though I die, I shall live--thoug I fall I shall rise" 42 CORONATION. C. M. #4 # Tenor. All hail the pow'r of Jesus' name, Let an-gels prostrate fall; Treble For every thirsting, longing heart, Here springs of sacred pleasure rise, The fountain flows, and ever flows! That bids you here relieve your woes, Dear Savior, draw reluctant hearts, For thon alone canst draw: Display the joy thy grace imparts, The spirit of thy law. RESPONSES. 1 Salvation! O the joyful sound! 'Tis pleasure to our ears; A sovereign balm for every wound, A cordial for our fears. 2 Salvation! let the echo fly The spacious earth around; While all the armies of the sky Conspire to raise the sound. 3 How rich thy favors, God of grace! How various, how divine! Full as the ocean they are poured, 4 God to eternal glory calls, And points the blissful way To realms of perfect peace and joy, Where reigns unclouded day. |