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4 Now to the Lamb, that once was slain,
Be endless blessings paid;
For ever, on thy head. 5 Thou hast redeemed our souls with blood.
Hast set the pris'ners free,
C. M. 107.
Asking the Presence of Christ. 1 COME, thou desire of all thy saints !
Our humble strains attend,
Low at thy feet we hend.
With warm devotion rise !
Mount upward to the skies !
In us the heavenly flame;
Our hearts adore thy name.
And fill thy dwellings here,
A heaven on earth appear.
Come, great Redeemer! come,
L, M. 108. Divinity of Christ proved by his Miracles. I BEHOLD! the blind their sight receive;
Behold! the dead awake and live;
Leap, like the hart, and bless his name. 2 Thus doth th' eternal Spirit own
And seal the mission of the Son;
3 He dies-the heavens in mourning stood!-、
4 Hence, and for ever from my heart
Christ, our Righteousness.
When ruined nature sinks in years;
4 Oh! let the dead now hear thy voice;
The example of Christ.
1 MY dear Redeemer, and my Lord!
2 Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal,
3 Cold mountains, and the midnight-air,
4 Be thou my pattern ;-make me bear
More of thy gracious image here;
6s and 4s. 111.
Worthy the Lamb.
“ Praise ye his name!"
“ Worthy the Lamb!"
Praising his name:
“ Worthy the Lamb !"
Praise ye his name:
* Worthy the Lamb!”
Praising his name:
C. M. 112.
Praise from Saints and Angels.
With angels round the throne;
But all their joys are one. 2 “Worthy the Lamb that died,” they cry,
“ To be exalted thus !"
“Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply,
6 For he was slain for us!" 3 Jesus is worthy to receive
Honor and power divine;
Be, Lord ! for ever thine.
And air, and earth, and seas,
And speak thine endless praise. 5 The whole creation join in one,
To bless the sacred name
And to adore the Lamb.
To thee, O Lord, our God, the Lamb !
Are far inferior to thy name ?
The Prince of peace, who groaned and died, Worthy to rise, and live, and reign,
At his almighty Father's side. 3 Honor immortal must be paid,
Instead of scandal and of scorn;
And a bright crown without a thorn. 4 Blessings for ever on the Lamb,
Who bore the curse for wretched men !
C. M. 114.
Love to Christ desired.
Whom I unseen adore !
That I may love thee more.
But in ihy sacred word,
I read, in fairer, brighter lines,
My bleeding, dying Lord.
And sin and sorrow rise,
My fainting heart supplies.
Is clouded o'er with pain;
And I again complain.
Oh I come with blissful ray;
And chase my fears away.
The wonders of thy love:
The wonders of his dying love,
And strains of nobler praise above.
And washed us in his richest blood;
And brings us rebels near to God. 3 To Jesus, our atoning priest,
To Jesus, our superior king,
And every tongue his glory sing. 4 Behold! on flying clouds he comes,
And every eye shall see him move: Though with our sins we pierced him once,
Then he displays his pard'ning love. 5 The unbelieving world shall wail,
While we rejoice to see the day :
Nor' let thy chariot long delay.