  208L. M. Of his kingdom there shall be no end. King Jesus, reign for evermore, Unrivaled in thy courts above; While we, with all thy saints, adore The wonders of redeeming love. 2 No other Lord but thee we’ll know No other power but thine confess; We’ll spread thine honors while below, And heaven shall hear us shout thy grace. 3 We’ll sing along the heavenly road That leads us to thy blest abode; Till with the vast unnumbered throng We join in heaven’s triumphant song— 4 Till with pure hands and voices sweet, We cast our crowns at Jesus feet, And sing of everlasting love In everlasting strains above. 209L. M. All nations shall serve him. Jesus shall reign where’er the sun Does his successive journeys run; His kingdom stretch from shore to shore, Till moons shall wax and wane no more. 2 For him shall endless prayer be made, And praises throng to crown his head; His name like sweet perfume shall rise With every morning sacrifice. 3 People and realms of every tongue Dwell on his love with sweetest song; And infant voices shall proclaim Their early blessings on his name. 4 Blessings abound where’er he reigns; The prisoner leaps to loose his chains, The weary find eternal rest, And all the sons of want are blest. 5 Where he displays his healing power, Death and the curse are known no more; In him the tribes of Adam boast More blessings than their father lost. 6 Let every creature rise, and bring Peculiar honors to our King; Angels descend with songs again, And earth repeat the long Amen. 210L. M. Give the King thy judgments. Exalted Prince of Life, we own The royal honors of thy throne; ’Tis fixed by God’s almighty hand, And seraphs bow at thy command. 2 Exalted Saviour, we confess The mighty triumphs of thy grace; Where beams of gentle radiance shine And temper majesty divine. 3 Wide thy resistless scepter sway, Till all thine enemies obey; Wide let thy cross its virtues prove, And conquer millions by its love! 211L. M. My heart is inditing a good matter. Now be my heart inspired to sing The glories of my Saviour King; He comes with blessings from above, And wins the nations to his love. 2 Thy throne, O Lord, for ever stands; Grace is the scepter in thy hands; Thy laws and works are just and right, But truth and mercy thy delight. 3 Let endless honors crown thy head; Let every age thy praises spread; Let all the nations know thy word, And every tongue confess thee Lord. 212L. M. I know that my Redeemer liveth. He lives! the great Redeemer lives! What joy the blest assurance gives! And now, before his Father, God, Pleads the full merit of his blood. 2 Repeated crimes awake our fears, And justice armed with frowns appears; But in the Saviour’s lovely face Sweet mercy smiles, and all is peace. 3 In every dark, distressful hour, When sin and Satan join their power, Let this dear hope repel the dart, That Jesus bears us on his heart. 4 Great Advocate, almighty Friend! On him our humble hopes depend; Our cause can never, never fail, For Jesus pleads, and must prevail. 213L. M. Let the whole earth be filled with his glory. Great God! whose universal sway The known and unknown worlds obey, Now give the kingdom to thy Son; Extend his power, exalt his throne. 2 Thy scepter well becomes his hands; All heaven submits to his commands; His justice shall avenge the poor, And pride and rage prevail no more. 3 The heathen lands, that lie beneath The shades of overspreading death, Revive at his first dawning light; And deserts blossom at the sight. 4 The saints shall flourish in his days, Dressed in the robes of joy and praise; Peace, like a river, from his throne Shall flow to nations yet unknown. 214L. M. The Lord is King. The Lord is King! lift up thy voice, O earth, and all ye heavens, rejoice! From world to world the joy shall ring— “The Lord omnipotent is King!” 2 The Lord is King! who then shall dare Resist his will, distrust his care? Holy and true are all his ways: Let every creature speak his praise. 215L. M. He humbled himself. O Christ! our King, Creator, Lord! Saviour of all who trust thy word! To them who seek thee, ever near, Now to our praises bend thine ear. 2 In thy dear cross a grace is found— It flows from every streaming wound— Whose power our inbred sin controls, Breaks the firm bond and frees our souls! 3 Thou didst create the stars of night: Yet thou hast vailed in flesh thy light— Hast deigned a mortal form to wear, A mortal’s painful lot to bear. 4 When thou didst hang upon the tree, The quaking earth acknowledged thee; When thou didst there yield up thy breath, The world grew dark as shades of death. 5 Now in the Father’s glory high, Great Conqueror, never more to die, Us by thy mighty power defend, And reign through ages without end! 216L. M. His promises are yea and amen. Saviour, I lift my trembling eyes, To that bright seat, where, placed on high, The great, the atoning sacrifice, For me, for all, is ever nigh. 2 Be thou my guard on peril’s brink; Be thou my guide through weal or woe; And teach me of thy cup to drink, And make me in thy faith to go. 3 For what is earthly change or loss? Thy promises are still my own: The feeblest frame may bear thy cross, The lowliest spirit share thy throne. 217L. M. Let all the angels of God worship him. Thee we adore, O gracious Lord! We praise thy name with one accord; Thy saints, who here thy goodness see, Through all the world do worship thee. 2 To thee aloud all angels cry, And ceaseless raise their songs on high, Both cherubim and seraphim, The heavens and all the powers therein: 3 The apostles join the glorious throng; The prophets swell the immortal song; The martyrs’ noble army raise Eternal anthems to thy praise. 4 Thee, holy, holy, holy King! Thee, O Lord God of hosts, they sing: Thus earth below, and heaven above, Resound thy glory and thy love. 218L. M. He hath the keys of hell and of death. Hail to the Prince of Life and Peace, Who holds the keys of death and hell; The spacious world unseen is his, The sovereign power becomes him well. 2 In shame and anguish once he died; But now he lives for ever more; Bow down, you saints, around his seat, And all you angel bands adore. 3 Live, live for ever, glorious Lord, To crush thy foes and guard thy friends, While all thy chosen tribes rejoice That thy dominion never ends. 4 Worthy thy hand to hold the keys, Guided by wisdom and by love; Worthy to rule our mortal lives, O’er worlds below and worlds above. 5 For ever reign, victorious King! Wide through the earth thy name be known; And call our longing souls to sing Sublimer anthems near thy throne. 219L. M. My Redeemer liveth. I know that my Redeemer lives; What comfort this sweet sentence gives! He lives, he lives who once was dead, He lives, my ever-living Head! 2 He lives to bless me with his love, He lives to plead for me above, He lives my hungry soul to feed, He lives to bless in time of need. 3 He lives to grant me rich supply, He lives to guide me with his eye, He lives to comfort me when faint, He lives to hear my soul’s complaint. 4 He lives, my kind, wise, heavenly friend, He lives, and loves me to the end; He lives, and while he lives I’ll sing, He lives, my Prophet, Priest, and King! 5 He lives, and grants me daily breath; He lives, and I shall conquer death; He lives my mansion to prepare, He lives to bring me safely there. 6 He lives, all glory to his name! He lives, my Jesus, still the same! O the sweet joy this sentence gives— I know that my Redeemer lives! 220L. M. No other name. Jesus, the spring of joys divine, Whence all our hopes and comforts flow: Jesus, no other name but thine Can save us from eternal woe. 2 In vain would boasting reason find Thy way to happiness and God; Her weak directions leave the mind Bewildered in a dubious road. 3 No other name will heaven approve; Thou art the true, the living way, Ordained by everlasting love, To the bright realms of endless day. 4 Here let our constant feet abide, Nor from the heavenly path depart; O let thy Spirit, gracious Guide! Direct our steps, and cheer our heart. 5 Safe lead us through this world of night, And bring us to the blissful plains— The regions of unclouded light Where perfect joy for ever reigns. 221L. M. Excellency of the knowledge of Christ. Let everlasting glories crown Thy head, my Saviour and my Lord; Thy hands have brought salvation down, And stored the blessings in thy word. 2 In vain the trembling conscience seeks Some solid ground to rest upon; With long despair the spirit breaks, Till we apply to Christ alone. 3 How well thy blessÉd truths agree! How wise and holy thy commands! Thy promises, how firm they be! How firm our hope and comfort stands! 4 Should all the forms that men devise Assault my faith with treacherous art, I’d call them vanity and lies, And bind the gospel to my heart. 222L. M. Lord, to whom shall we go? Thou only Sovereign of my heart, My Refuge, my almighty Friend— And can my soul from thee depart, On whom alone my hopes depend? 2 Whither, ah! whither shall I go, A wretched wanderer from my Lord? Can this dark world of sin and woe One glimpse of happiness afford? 3 Eternal life thy words impart; On these my fainting spirit lives; Here sweeter comforts cheer my heart, Than all the round of nature gives. 4 Let earth’s alluring joys combine; While thou art near, in vain they call! One smile, one blissful smile of thine, My dearest Lord, outweighs them all. 5 Thy name my inmost powers adore; Thou art my life, my joy, my care; Depart from thee—’tis death—’tis more— ’Tis endless ruin, deep despair! 6 Low at thy feet my soul would lie; Here safety dwells, and peace divine; Still let me live beneath thine eye, For life, eternal life, is thine. 223L. M. Christ the Way, the Truth, and the Life. Thou art the way; and he who sighs, Amid this starless waste of woe, To find a pathway to the skies, A light from heaven’s eternal glow, By thee must come, thou gate of love, Through which the saints undoubting trod, Till faith discovers, like the dove, An ark, a resting-place in God. 2 Thou art the Truth, whose steady day Shines on through earthly blight and bloom; The pure, the everlasting Ray, The Lamp that shines e’en in the tomb; The light that out of darkness springs, And guideth those that blindly go; The Word whose precious radiance flings Its luster upon all below. 3 Thou art the Life, the blessÉd Well With living waters gushing o’er, Which those that drink shall ever dwell Where sin and thirst are known no more, Thou art the mystic Pillar given, Our Lamp by night, our Light by day; Thou art the sacred Bread from heaven; Thou art the Life, the Truth, the Way. 224L. M. 6 lines. A very present help in trouble. Still nigh me, O my Saviour, stand, And guard in fierce temptation’s hour; Support by thy almighty hand, Show forth in me thy saving power; Still be thine arm my sure defense, Nor earth nor hell shall pluck me thence. 2 In suffering be thy love my peace, In weakness be thy love my power; And when the storms of life shall cease, O, Saviour, in that trying hour, In death, as life, be thou my guide, And save me, who for me hast died. 225L. M. 6 lines. Christ all and in all. Jesus, thou source of calm repose, All fullness dwells in thee divine; Our strength, to quell the proudest foes; Our light, in deepest gloom to shine; Thou art our fortress, strength, and tower, Our trust, and portion, evermore. 2 Jesus, our Comforter, thou art Our rest in toil, our ease in pain; The balm to heal each broken heart: In storms our peace, in loss our gain; Our joy, beneath the worldling’s frown; In shame, our glory and our crown: 3 In want, our plentiful supply; In weakness, our almighty power; In bonds, our perfect liberty; Our refuge in temptation’s hour; Our comfort, ’midst all grief and thrall; Our life in death; our all in all. 226L. M. 6 lines. Prophet, Priest, and King. My Prophet thou, my heavenly Guide, Thy sweet instructions I will hear; The words that from thy lips proceed, O how divinely sweet they are! Thee, my great Prophet, I would love, And imitate the blest above. 2 My great High Priest, whose precious blood Did once atone upon the cross, Who now dost intercede with God, And plead the friendless sinner’s cause: In thee I trust, thee would I love, And imitate the blest above. 3 My King supreme, to thee I bow A willing subject at thy feet; All other lords I disavow, And to thy government submit; My Saviour King, this heart would love, And imitate the blest above. 227L. M. He is precious. Jesus! the very thought is sweet; In that dear name all heart-joys meet; But sweeter than the honey far The glimpses of his presence are. 2 No word is sung more sweet than this; No name is heard more full of bliss; No thought brings sweeter comfort nigh, Than Jesus, Son of God, most high. 3 Jesus, the hope of souls forlorn! How good to them for sin that mourn; To them that seek thee, O how kind! But what art thou to them that find? 4 No tongue of mortal can express, No letters write its blessedness; Alone, who hath thee in his heart, Knows, love of Jesus, what thou art. 228C. M. Christ a merciful High Priest With joy we meditate the grace Of our High Priest above: His heart is full of tenderness; His bosom glows with love. 2 Touched with a sympathy within, He knows our feeble frame; He knows what sore temptations mean, For he has felt the same. 3 He in the days of feeble flesh, Poured out his cries and tears; And in his measure feels afresh What every member bears. 4 Then let our humble faith address His mercy and his power; We shall obtain delivering grace In each distressing hour. 229C. M. The bright and morning star. Bright was the guiding star that led, With mild, benignant ray, The Gentiles to the lowly shed Where the Redeemer lay. 2 But, lo! a brighter, clearer light Now points to his abode; It shines through sin and sorrow’s night To guide us to our God. 3 O haste to follow where it leads; The gracious call obey, Be rugged wilds or flowery meads The Christian’s destined way. 4 O gladly tread the narrow path While light and grace are given: Who meekly follow Christ on earth, Shall reign with him in heaven. 230C. M. They shall speak of the glory, etc. Come, you that love the Saviour’s name, And joy to make it known; The Sovereign of your heart proclaim, And bow before his throne. 2 Behold your King, your Saviour, crowned With glories all divine; And tell the wondering nations round How bright these glories shine. 3 Infinite power and boundless grace In him unite their rays; You that have seen his lovely face, Can you forbear his praise? 4 When in the earthly courts we view The beauties of our King, We long to love as angels do, And wish like them to sing. 5 And shall we long and wish in vain? Lord, teach our songs to rise! Thy love can animate our strain, And bid it reach the skies. 6 O for the day, the glorious day! When heaven and earth shall raise, With all their powers, the raptured lay, To celebrate thy praise. 231C. M. Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb. Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb, I love to hear of thee; No music’s like thy charming name, Nor half so sweet can be. 2 O, may I ever hear thy voice In mercy to me speak; In thee, my Priest, will I rejoice, And thy salvation seek. 3 My Jesus shall be still my theme, While on this earth I stay; I’ll sing my Jesus’ lovely name, When all things else decay. 232C. M. Offices of Christ. We bless the Prophet of the Lord, That comes with truth and grace; Jesus, thy Spirit and thy Word, Shall lead us in thy ways. 2 We reverence our High Priest above, Who offered up his blood, And lives to carry on his love By pleading with our God. 3 We honor our exalted King; How sweet are his commands! He guards our souls from hell and sin By his almighty hands. 233C. M. A merciful and faithful High Priest. Come, let us join in songs of praise To our ascended Priest; He entered heaven with all our names Engraven on his breast. 2 On earth he washed our guilt away By his atoning blood; Now he appears before the throne, And pleads our cause with God. 3 What though while here we oft must feel Temptation’s keenest dart; Our tender High Priest feels it too, And will appease the smart. 4 Clothed with our nature still, he knows The weakness of our frame, And how to shield us from the foes Which he himself o’ercame. 5 Nor time nor distance e’er shall quench The fervor of his love; For us he died in kindness here, For us he lives above. 6 O may we ne’er forget his grace, Nor blush to wear his name! Still may our hearts hold fast his faith, Our lips his praise proclaim! 234C. M. Children’s Hymn. Hosanna! raise the pealing hymn To David’s Son and Lord; With cherubim and seraphim Exalt th’ incarnate Word. 2 Hosanna! Lord, our feeble tongue No lofty strains can raise: But thou wilt not despise the young Who meekly chant thy praise. 3 Hosanna! Sovereign, Prophet, Priest, How vast thy gifts, how free! Thy Blood, our life; thy Word, our feast; Thy Name, our only plea. 4 Hosanna! Master, lo! we bring Our offerings to thy throne; Not gold, nor myrrh, nor mortal thing, But hearts to be thine own. 5 Hosanna! once thy gracious ear Approved a lisping throng; Be gracious still, and deign to hear Our poor but grateful song. 6 O Saviour, if, redeemed by thee, Thy temple we behold, Hosannas through eternity We’ll sing to harps of gold. 235C. M. Consider the High Priest, etc. Now let our cheerful eyes survey Our great High Priest above, And celebrate his constant care And sympathetic love. 2 Though raised to heaven’s exalted throne Where angels bow around, And high o’er all the hosts of light, With matchless honors crowned— 3 The names of all his saints he bears Deep graven on his heart; Nor shall the weakest Christian say That he has lost his part. 4 Those characters shall fair abide, Our everlasting trust, When gems, and monuments, and crowns, Have moldered down to dust. 5 So, gracious Saviour, on my breast May thy loved name be worn— A sacred ornament and guard, To endless ages borne. 236C. M. Worthy is the Lamb that was slain. Behold the glories of the Lamb Amidst his Father’s throne; Prepare new honors for his name, And songs before unknown. 2 Let elders worship at his feet, The church adore around, With vials full of odors sweet, And harps of sweeter sound. 3 Now to the Lamb that once was slain, Be endless blessings paid; Salvation, glory, joy, remain For ever on thy head! 4 Thou hast redeemed our souls with blood, Hast set the prisoners free, Hast made us kings and priests to God, And we shall reign with thee. 237C. M. Christ—all in all. Infinite excellence is thine, Thou lovely Prince of Grace! Thy uncreated beauties shine With never-fading rays. 2 Sinners from earth’s remotest end Come bending at thy feet; To thee their prayers and praise ascend, In thee their wishes meet. 3 Thy name, as precious ointment shed, Delights the church around; Sweetly the sacred odors spread, And purest joys abound. 4 Millions of happy spirits live On thy exhaustless store; From thee they all their bliss receive, And still thou givest more. 5 Thou art their triumph and their joy; They find their all in thee; Thy glories will their tongues employ Through all eternity. 238C. M. He died for our sins. Jesus, in thy transporting name What blissful glories rise! Jesus, the angels’ sweetest theme— The wonder of the skies! 2 Well might the skies with wonder view A love so strange as thine! No thought of angels ever knew Compassion so divine! 3 Jesus, and didst thou leave the sky To bear our sins and woes? And didst thou bleed, and groan, and die, For vile rebellious foes? 4 Victorious love! can language tell The wonders of thy power, Which conquered all the force of hell In that tremendous hour! 5 What glad return can I impart For favors so divine? O take this heart, this worthless heart, And make it only thine! 239C. M. The Name above every name. The Saviour! O what endless charms Dwell in the blissful sound! Its influence every fear disarms, And spreads sweet peace around. 2 Here pardon, life, and joys divine, In rich profusion flow; For guilty rebels, lost in sin, And doomed to endless woe. 3 Th’ almighty Former of the skies Stooped to our vile abode; While angels viewed, with wondering eyes, And hailed th’ incarnate God. 4 O the rich depths of love divine! Of bliss a boundless store! Blest Saviour, let me call thee mine; I can not wish for more. 5 On thee, alone, my hope relies, Beneath thy cross I fall; My Lord, my life, my sacrifice, My Saviour and my all. 240C. M. He suffered, the Just for the unjust. Alas! and did my Saviour bleed? And did my Sovereign die? Would he devote that sacred head For such a worm as I? 2 Was it for crimes that I had done He groaned upon the tree? Amazing pity! grace unknown! And love beyond degree! 3 Well might the sun in darkness hide, And shut his glories in, When God’s own son was crucified For man the creature’s sin. 4 Thus might I hide my blushing face While his dear cross appears, Dissolve my heart in thankfulness, And melt mine eyes to tears. 5 But drops of grief can ne’er repay The debt of love I owe: Here, Lord, I give myself away; ’Tis all that I can do. 241C. M. Remember me. Jesus, thou art the sinner’s friend; As such I look to thee; Now, in the fullness of thy love, O Lord, remember me! 2 Remember thy pure word of grace, Remember Calvary; Remember all thy promises, And then remember me. 3 Thou mighty Advocate with God! I yield myself to thee; While thou art sitting on thy throne, O Lord, remember me! 4 I own I’m guilty—own I’m vile; Yet thy salvation’s free; Then, in thy all-abounding grace, O Lord, remember me! 5 Howe’er forsaken or distressed, Howe’er oppressed I be, Howe’er afflicted here on earth, Do thou remember me! 6 And when I close my eyes in death, And creature helps all flee, Then, O my great Redeemer, Lord, I pray, remember me! 242C. M. An unchangeable priesthood. Jesus, in thee our eyes behold A thousand glories more Than the rich gems and polished gold The sons of Aaron wore. 2 They first their own burnt-offerings brought To purge themselves from sin: Thy life was pure, without a spot, And all thy nature clean. 3 Fresh blood, as constant as the day, Was on their altar spilt; But thy one offering takes away For ever all our guilt. 4 Their priesthood ran through several hands, For mortal was their race; Thy never-changing office stands Eternal as thy days. 5 Once, in the circuit of a year, With blood, but not his own, Aaron with the vail appeared Before the golden throne; 6 But Christ, with his own precious blood, Ascends above the skies, And in the presence of our God Shows his own sacrifice. 7 Jesus, the King of glory, reigns On Zion’s holy hill; Looks like a lamb that had been slain, And wears his priesthood still. 8 He ever lives in heaven to plead The cause which cost his blood, And saves unto the utmost those Who by him come to God. 243C. M. He is Lord of all. Hosanna to our conquering King! All hail incarnate Love! Ten thousand songs and glories wait To crown thy head above. 2 Thy victories and thy deathless fame Through all the world shall run, And everlasting ages sing The triumphs thou hast won. 244C. M. Grace is poured into thy lips. O Jesus! King most wonderful! Thou Conqueror renowned! Thou Sweetness most ineffable! In whom all joys are found. 2 May every heart confess thy name, And ever thee adore; And seeking thee, itself inflame To seek thee more and more. 3 Thee may our tongues for ever bless, Thee may we love alone; And ever in our lives express The image of thine own. 245C. M. Rise, Lord, let thine enemies be scattered. Jesus, immortal King! arise, Assert thy rightful sway, Till earth, subdued, its tribute brings, And distant lands obey. 2 Ride forth, victorious Conqueror! ride, Till all thy foes submit, And all the powers of hell resign Their trophies at thy feet. 3 Send forth thy word, and let it fly The spacious earth around, Till every soul beneath the sun Shall hear the joyful sound. 4 From sea to sea, from shore to shore, May Jesus be adored! And earth, with all her millions, shout Hosannas to the Lord. 246C. M. The shadow of a great rock, etc. He who on earth as man was known, And bore our sins and pains, Now seated on th’ eternal throne, The Lord of glory reigns. 2 His hands the wheels of nature guide With sure, unerring skill, And countless worlds, extended wide, Obey his sovereign will. 3 While harps unnumbered sound his praise In yonder worlds above, His saints on earth admire his ways, And glory in his love. 4 This land through which his pilgrims go, Is desolate and dry; But streams of grace from him o’erflow, Their thirst to satisfy. 5 When troubles, like a burning sun, Beat heavy on their head, To this high Rock for rest they run, And find a pleasing shade. 6 How glorious he, how happy they In such a generous friend, Whose love secures them all the way, And crowns them at the end. 247C. M. Ye are complete in him. How sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer’s ear; It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear! 2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, And calms the troubled breast; ’Tis manna to the hungry soul, And to the weary rest. 3 By thee my prayers acceptance gain, Although with sin defiled; Satan accuses me in vain, And I am owned a child. 4 Jesus, my Shepherd, Guardian, Friend, My Prophet, Priest, and King, My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End, Accept the praise I bring. 5 Weak is the effort of my heart, And cold my warmest thought; But when I see thee as thou art, I’ll praise thee as I ought. 6 Till then, I would thy love proclaim With every fleeting breath; And may the music of thy name Refresh my soul in death! 248C. M. The true and living Way. Thou art the Way—to thee alone From sin and death we flee; And he who would the Father seek, Must seek him, Lord, by thee. 2 Thou art the Truth—thy word alone True wisdom can impart; Thou only canst inform the mind, And purify the heart. 3 Thou art the Life—the rending tomb Proclaims thy conquering arm; And those who put their trust in thee, Nor death nor hell shall harm. 4 Thou art the Way, the Truth, the Life; Grant us that way to know, That truth to keep, that life to win, Whose joys eternal flow. 249C. M. Blessed are all they, etc. My Saviour! my almighty Friend! When I begin thy praise, Where will the growing numbers end— The numbers of thy grace? 2 Thou art my everlasting trust; Thy goodness I adore; And since I knew thy graces first, I speak thy glories more. 3 My feet shall travel all the length Of the celestial road; And march, with courage, in thy strength, To see my Father God. 4 How will my lips rejoice to tell The victories of my King! My soul, redeemed from sin and hell, Shall thy salvation sing. 250C. M. Chief among ten thousand. Majestic sweetness sits enthroned Upon the Saviour’s brow; His head with radiant glories crowned, His lips with grace o’erflow. 2 No mortal can with him compare Among the sons of men; Fairer is he than all the fair Who fill the heavenly train. 3 He saw me plunged in deep distress, And flew to my relief; For me he bore the shameful cross, And carried all my grief. 4 To him I owe my life and breath, And all the joys I have! He makes me triumph over death, And saves me from the grave. 5 To heaven, the place of his abode, He brings my weary feet; Shows me the glories of my God, And makes my joys complete. 6 Since from thy bounty I receive Such proofs of love divine, Had I a thousand hearts to give, Lord, they should all be thine. 251C. M. Altogether lovely. Jesus, I love thy charming name; ’Tis music to my ear; Fain would I sound it out so loud That all the earth might hear. 2 Yes, thou art precious to my soul, My transport and my trust; Jewels to thee are gaudy toys, And gold is sordid dust. 3 All that my ardent soul can wish In thee doth richly meet; Nor to my eyes is light so dear, Nor friendship half so sweet. 4 Thy grace shall dwell upon my heart, And shed its fragrance there; The noblest balm of all its wounds, The cordial of its care. 5 I’ll speak the honors of thy name With my last laboring breath; And, dying, triumph in thy cross— The antidote of death. 252C. M. I looked—and there was none to help. Plunged in a gulf of dark despair, We wretchÉd sinners lay, Without one cheerful beam of hope, Or spark of glimmering day. 2 With pitying eyes the Prince of grace Beheld our helpless grief; He saw, and—O! amazing love! He ran to our relief. 3 Down from the shining seats above, With joyful haste he fled, Entered the grave in mortal flesh, And dwelt among the dead. 4 O! for this love let rocks and hills Their lasting silence break; And all harmonious human tongues The Saviour’s praises speak. 5 Angels! assist our mighty joys; Strike all your harps of gold; But, when you raise your highest notes, His love can ne’er be told. 253C. M. A fountain for sin. There is a fountain filled with blood Drawn from Immanuel’s veins; And sinners plunged beneath that flood, Loose all their guilty stains. 2 The dying thief rejoiced to see That fountain in his day; And there have I, as vile as he, Washed all my sins away. 3 O Lamb of God, thy precious blood Shall never lose its power, Till all the ransomed Church of God Be saved to sin no more. 4 E’er since by faith I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme, And shall be till I die. 5 And when this lisping, stammering tongue Lies silent in the grave, Then, in a nobler, sweeter song, I’ll sing thy power to save. 254C. M. He shall save his people from their sins. Salvation! O the joyful sound; ’Tis pleasure to our ears; A sovereign balm for every wound, A cordial for our fears. 2 Buried in sorrow and in sin, At hell’s dark door we lay; But we arise by grace divine, To see a heavenly day. 3 Salvation! let the echo fly The spacious earth around; While all the armies of the sky Conspire to raise the sound. 255C. M. The Reign of Christ. Let earth, with every isle and sea, Rejoice; the Saviour reigns: His word, like fire, prepares his way, And mountains melt to plains. 2 His presence sinks the proudest hills And makes the valleys rise; The humble soul enjoys his smiles, The haughty sinner dies. 3 Adoring angels, at his birth, Made our Redeemer known; Thus shall he come to judge the earth, And angels guard his throne. 4 His foes shall tremble at his sight, And hills and seas retire; His children take their upward flight, And leave the world on fire. 5 The seeds of joy and glory sown For saints in darkness here, Shall rise and spring in worlds unknown, And a rich harvest bear. 256C. H. M. Thou hast put all things under his feet. O North, with all thy vales of green, O South, with all thy palms, From peopled towns, and fields between, Uplift the voice of psalms; Raise, ancient East, the anthem high, And let the youthful West reply. 2 Lo! in the clouds of heaven appears God’s well-belovÉd Son; He brings a train of brighter years— His kingdom is begun: He comes, a guilty world to bless With mercy, truth and righteousness. 3 O Father, haste the promised hour When at his feet shall lie All rule, authority, and power, Beneath the ample sky, When he shall reign from pole to pole, The Lord of every human soul. 4 When all shall heed the words he said, Amid their daily cares, And by the loving life he led Shall strive to pattern theirs; And he who conquered Death shall win, The mighty conquest over Sin. 257C. P. M. The only foundation. Had I ten thousand gifts beside, I’d cleave to Jesus crucified, And build on him alone; For no foundation is there given On which to place my hopes of heaven, But Christ, the corner-stone. 2 Possessing Christ I all possess, Wisdom, and strength, and righteousness, And holiness complete; Bold in his name, I dare draw nigh Before the Ruler of the sky, And all his justice meet. 3 There is no path to heavenly bliss, To solid joy or lasting peace, But Christ, th’ appointed road; O may we tread the sacred way, By faith rejoice, and praise, and pray, Till we sit down with God! 4 The types and shadows of the word Unite in Christ, the Man, the Lord, The Saviour kind and true; O may we still his word believe, And all his promises receive, And all his precepts do. 5 As he above for ever lives, And life to dying mortals gives, Eternal and divine; O may his Spirit in me dwell! Then, saved from sin, and death, and hell, Eternal life is mine. 258S. M. All we like sheep have gone astray. Like sheep we went astray, And broke the fold of God; Each wandering in a different way, But all the downward road. 2 How dreadful was the hour When God our wanderings laid, And did at once his vengeance pour Upon the Shepherd’s head. 3 How glorious was the grace When Christ sustained the stroke! His life and blood the Shepherd pays, A ransom for the flock. 4 But God hath raised his head O’er all the sons of men, And made him see a numerous seed To recompense his pain. 259S. M. Seen of angels. Beyond the starry skies, Far as th’ eternal hills, Yon heaven of heavens, with living light, Our great Redeemer fills. 2 Around him angels fair, In countless armies shine; And ever, in exalted lays, They offer songs divine. 3 “Hail, Prince of life!” they cry, “Whose unexampled love Moved thee to quit those glorious realms And royalties above.” 4 And when he stooped to earth, And suffered rude disdain, They cast their honors at his feet, And waited in his train. 5 They saw him on the cross, While darkness vailed the skies; And when he burst the gates of death, They saw the Conqueror rise. 6 They thronged his chariot wheels, And bore him to his throne; Then swept their golden harps and sung— “The glorious work is done.” 2608s & 5s. And they sung a new song. Sing of Jesus, sing for ever Of the love that changes never! Who, or what, from him can sever Those he makes his own? 2 With his blood the Lord hath bought them, When they knew him not, he sought them, And from all their wanderings brought them; His the praise alone. 3 Through the desert Jesus leads them, With the bread of heaven he feeds them, And through all their way he speeds them To their home above. 4 There they see the Lord who bought them, Him who came from heaven and sought them, Him who by his Spirit taught them, Him they serve and love. 2617s, 6 lines. And that rock was Christ. Rock of ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in thee; Let the water and the blood, From thy riven side which flowed, Be of sin the double cure; Cleanse me from its guilt and power. 2 Not the labor of my hands Can fulfill the law’s demands; Could my zeal no respite know, Could my tears for ever flow, All for sin could not atone; Thou must save and thou alone. 3 Nothing in my hand I bring, Simply to thy cross I cling; Naked, come to thee for dress; Helpless, look to thee for grace; Foul, I to the fountain fly; Wash me, Saviour, or I die. 4 While I draw this fleeting breath, When my heart-strings break in death, When I soar to worlds unknown, See thee on thy judgment throne, Rock of ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in thee. 2627s, double. A covert from the storm. Jesus, lover of my soul, Let me to thy bosom fly, While the billows near me roll, While the tempest still is high; Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life is past, Safe into the haven guide, O receive my soul at last. 2 Other refuge have I none, Hangs my helpless soul on thee! Leave, O leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me: All my trust on thee is stayed, All my help from thee I bring, Cover my defenseless head With the shadow of thy wing. 3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want, Boundless love in thee I find; Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind. Just and holy is thy name, Prince of Peace and Righteousness; Most unworthy, Lord, I am, Thou art full of love and grace. 4 Plenteous grace with thee is found, Grace to pardon all my sins; Let the healing streams abound, Make and keep me pure within. Thou of life the fountain art, Freely let me take of thee; Spring thou up within my heart, Rise to all eternity. 2638s, 7s & 4s. Friend of sinners. One there is above all others, Well deserves the name of Friend; His is love beyond a brother’s, Costly, free, and knows no end; Hallelujah! Costly, free, and knows no end. 2 Which of all our friends to save us, Could or would have shed his blood? But this Saviour died, to have us Reconciled in him to God. Hallelujah! Reconciled in him to God. 3 When he lived on earth abasÉd, Friend of sinners was his name; Now above all glory raisÉd, He rejoices in the same; Hallelujah! He rejoices in the same. 26411s. The Rock that is higher than I. In seasons of grief to my God I’ll repair, When my heart is o’erwhelmed with sorrow and care: From the end of the earth unto thee will I cry, Lead me to the Rock that is higher than I! Higher than I, higher than I, Lead me to the Rock that is higher than I. 2 When Satan the tempter comes in like a flood To drive my poor soul from the fountain of good, I’ll pray to the Lord who for sinners did die— Lead me to the Rock that is higher than I. 3 And when I have finished my pilgrimage here, Complete in Christ’s righteousness I shall appear, In the swellings of Jordan, all dangers defy, And look to the Rock that is higher than I. 4 And when the last trumpet shall sound thro’ the skies, And the dead from the dust of the earth shall arise, Transported I’ll join with the ransomed on high, To praise the great Rock that is higher than I! Higher than I, higher than I, To praise the great Rock that is higher than I. 2656s & 4s. I am Alpha and Omega. Cling to the mighty One, Ps. lxxxix. 19. Cling in thy grief; Heb. xii. 11. Cling to the Holy One, Heb. vii. 26. He gives relief; Ps. cxvi. 8. Cling to the Gracious One, Ps. cxvi. 5. Cling in thy pain, Ps. lv. 4. Cling to the Faithful One, 1 Thess. v. 24. He will sustain. Ps. xxviii. 8. 2 Cling to the Living One, Heb. vii. 25. Cling in thy woe, Ps. lxxxvi. 7. Cling to the Loving One 1 John iv. 16. Through all below; Romans viii. 38, 39. Cling to the Pardoning One, Is. lv. 7. He speaketh peace; John xiv. 27. Cling to the Healing One, Exod. xv. 26. Anguish shall cease. Ps. cxvi. 8. 3 Cling to the Bleeding One, 1 John i. 7. Cling to his side; John xx. 27. Cling to the Risen One, Rom. vi. 9. In him abide; John xv. 4. Cling to the Coming One, Rev. xxii. 20. Hope shall arise; Titus ii. 13. Cling to the Reigning One, Eph. i. 20-23. Joy lights thine eyes. Ps. xvi. 11. |
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