He all his foes shall quell,
Shall all our sins destroy,
And every bosom swell

With pure seraphic joy:

Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice,
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice.

Rejoice in glorious hope,
Jesus the Judge shall come,
And take his servants up
To their eternal home:

We soon shall hear th' archangel's voice,
The trump of God shall sound, rejoice.

162. Address to the Lamb.

THOU dear Redeemer, dying Lamb!
We love to hear of thee;
No music like thy charming name,
Nor half so sweet can be!

O may we ever hear thy voice,
In mercy to us speak!
And in our Priest will we rejoice,
Thou great Melchisedec!

Our Jesus shall be still our theme,
While in the world we stay;
We'll sing our Jesu's lovely name,
When all things else decay.
When we appear in yonder cloud,

With all his favour'd throng;
Then will we sing more sweet, more loud,
And Christ shall be our song.

163.

Praise to the Redeemer.

To our Redeemer's glorious name,
Awake the sacred song!

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O may his love (immortal flame!)
Tune ev'ry heart and tongue.

His love, what mortal thought can reach ?
What mortal tongue display?
Imagination's utmost stretch

In wonder dies away.

Let wonder still with love unite,
And gratitude and joy;

Be Jesus our supreme delight,
His praise our best employ.

Jesus, who left his throne on high,
Left the bright realms of bliss,
And came to earth, to bleed and die-
Was ever love like his ?

Dear Lord, while we adoring pay
Our humble thanks to thee,
May ev'ry heart with rapture say,
The Saviour died for me.

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may the sweet, the blissful theme, Fill ev'ry heart and tongue,

'Till all shall love thy charming name,

And join the sacred song.

164. Praise to Christ.

YE servants of God,

Your Master proclaim;

And publish abroad

His wonderful name;
The name all-victorious
Of Jesus extol;

His kingdom is glorious,
And rules over all.

God ruleth on high,
Almighty to save;
And still he is nigh,
His presence we. have:
The great congregation
His triumph shall sing,
Ascribing salvation

To Jesus our King.

Salvation to God,

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Who sits on the throne;

Let all cry aloud,

And honour the Son:

Our Jesus's praises

The angels proclaim, Fall down on their faces, And worship the Lamb.

Then let us adore,

And give him his right; All glory and pow'r,

And wisdom and might; All honour and blessing, With angels above; And thanks never ceasing, And infinite love.

165. Praise to Jesus.

TH' extent of Jesu's love
What heart can comprehend?
A breadth whose distance none can prove,
A length without an end:

The first-born seraphs try
The myst❜ry to explore;

Yet cannot trace it out; for why?

The curse they never bore.

The grace unsearchable,
Transcending human thought,

Who, who, in earth or heav'n, can tell,
Or find the wonder out?
All the angelic choir
Unite to give him praise:

And saints redeeming love admire,
And loud hosannas raise.

To Christ we lift our voice,
Who have redemption found:
And in his name alone rejoice,
Whence all our joys abound:
This cures the burden'd mind,
This calms the troubled heart;
This manifests the Saviour kind,
And bids our fears depart.

166. Praise for Redemption.

WHAT shall we render unto thee,

Thou glorious Lord of life and pow'r?

Teach us to bow the humble knee;
Teach us with thankfulness t'adore;
To praise thee as thy saints above,
To praise thee for thy wondrous love.
When like lost sheep we wander'd wide,
And left the watchful Shepherd's eye,
When borne along th', impetuous tide
Of this world's sin and vanity;

Our Jesus from the heav'ns came down,
To save us by his grace alone.

He bore our sins upon the tree

(To seek and save the lost he came,) There was he bound, to set us free

From death and everlasting shame; The captive flock from hell was freed And ransom'd when their Shepherd bled. Before the Father's awful throne

Our merciful high priest he stands, And interceding for his own,

The purchas'd remnant now demands;
His people's everlasting friend,
Who loving, loves them to the end.

May we, his banish'd ones, rejoice,
Him for our Lord and God to own;
To take him as our only choice,

And cleave to him in love alone;
Be growing up in holiness,

Then meet him in the realms of bliss.