231. COME, let us join our cheerful songs Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, "Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry, "To be exalted thus!" "Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply, "For He was slain for us!" Jesus is worthy to receive. Honour and power divine, And blessings, more than we can give, Be, Lord, for ever Thine. Let all that dwell above the sky, The whole creation join in one To bless the sacred name Of Him that sits upon the throne, ISAAC WATTS, 1707. 232. JESU, my Lord, my God, my all, O make me love Thee more and more. Jesu, too late I Thee have sought; O make me love Thee more and more. Jesu, what didst Thou find in me, That Thou hast dealt so lovingly? How great the joy that Thou hast brought, So far exceeding hope or thought! Jesu, my Lord, I Thee adore; O make me love Thee more and more. Jesu, of Thee shall be my song, To Thee my heart and soul belong; And Thou, blest Saviour, Thou art mine. O make me love Thee more and more. HENRY COLLins, 1854. 233. GLORY be to God on high, Hail by all Thy works adored! Thee with thankful hearts we prove God of power and God of love. Christ our Lord and God we own; Lamb of God for sinners slain; Powerful Advocate with God, Bow Thine ear, in mercy bow; Hear, for Thou, O Christ, alone Art with Thy great Father one; One the Holy Ghost with Thee, Paraphrase by CHARLES WESLEY, 1739, of the 'Gloria in Excelsis ' in the Communion Service (translated from a Greek hymn of the 5th century or earlier). 234. YE servants of God, Your Master proclaim, And publish abroad His wonderful name; The name all-victorious His kingdom is glorious, God ruleth on high, His presence we have; To Jesus our King. Then let us adore, And give Him His right, All glory and power, All wisdom and might, All honour and blessing, With angels above, And thanks never ceasing, And infinite love. CHARLES WESLEY, 1744. 235. COME, let us join our friends above Let all the saints terrestrial sing, For all the servants of our King, One family, we dwell in Him, One army of the living God, To His command we bow; Part of His host have crossed the flood, Our spirits too shall quickly join, O that we then may grasp our Guide, Come, Lord of hosts, the waves divide, And land us all in heaven. CHARLES WESLEY, 1759. |