  203C. M. All hail the power of Jesus’ name! Let angels prostrate fall; Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown him Lord of all. 2 Crown him, you martyrs of our God, Who from his altar call; Extol the stem of Jesse’s rod, And crown him Lord of all. 3 You chosen seed of Israel’s race, A remnant weak and small, Hail him who saves you by his grace, And crown him Lord of all. 4 You gentle sinners, ne’er forget The wormwood and the gall; Go, spread your trophies at his feet, And crown him Lord of all. 5 Babes, men, and sires, who know his love, Who feel your sin and thrall, Now join with all the hosts above, And crown him Lord of all. 6 Let every kindred, every tribe, On this terrestrial ball, To him all majesty ascribe, And crown him Lord of all. 7 O that with yonder sacred throng We at his feet may fall! We’ll join the everlasting song, And crown him Lord of all. 204C. M. Sit thou at my right hand. Jesus, our Lord, ascend thy throne, And near thy Father sit: In Zion shall thy power be known, And make thy foes submit. 2 What wonders shall thy gospel do! Thy converts shall surpass The numerous drops of morning dew, And own thy saving grace. 3 Jesus, our Priest, for ever lives To plead for us above; Jesus, our King, for ever gives The blessings of his love. 4 God shall exalt his glorious head, And his high throne maintain; Shall strike the powers and princes dead, Who dare oppose his reign. 2058s & 7s. Thou art worthy. Crown his head with endless blessing, Who, in God the Father’s name, With compassion never ceasing, Comes, salvation to proclaim. 2 Jesus, thee our Saviour hailing, Thee our God in praise we own; Highest honors, never failing, Rise eternal round thy throne. 3 Now, ye saints, his power confessing, In your grateful strains adore; For his mercy, never ceasing, Flows, and flows for evermore. 206C. M. Worthy the Lamb. Come, let us join our cheerful songs With angels round the throne; Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, But all their joys are one. 2 Worthy the Lamb that died, they cry, To be exalted thus! Worthy the Lamb, our lips reply, For he was slain for us! 3 Jesus is worthy to receive Honor and power divine; And blessings more than we can give, Be, Lord, for ever thine. 4 Let all who dwell above the sky, On earth, in air, and seas, Conspire to lift thy glories high, And speak thy endless praise. 5 The whole creation join in one, To bless the sacred name Of him that sits upon the throne, And to adore the Lamb. 2078s, 7s & 4. King of kings, etc. Look, ye saints—the sight is glorious; See the Man of Sorrows now From the fight returned victorious; Every knee to him shall bow. Crown him! crown him! Crowns become the Victor’s brow. 2 Crown the Saviour! angels, crown him! Rich the trophies Jesus brings; In the seat of power enthrone him, While the heavenly concert rings, Crown him! crown him! Crown the Saviour King of kings. 3 Sinners in derision crowned him, Mocking thus the Saviour’s claim; Saints and angels! crowd around him, Own his title, praise his name. Crown him! crown him! Spread abroad the Victor’s name. 4 Hark! those bursts of acclamation! Hark! those loud triumphant chords! Jesus takes the highest station; O, what joy the sight affords! Crown him! crown him! King of kings, and Lord of lords. |
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