'Tis the Father's pleasure

We should call Him Lord,
Who from the beginning

Was the mighty Word.

2 Humbled for a season,

To receive a Name
From the lips of sinners

Unto whom He came;
Faithfully He bore it,

Spotless to the last;
Brought it back victorious,

When from death He passed.

3 Name Him, brothers, name Him

With love as strong as death,
But with awe and wonder,

And with bated breath ;
He is God the Saviour,

He is Christ the Lord,
Ever to be worshipped,

Trusted, and adored.

4 In your hearts enthrone Him;

There let Him subdue
All that is not holy,

All that is not true :
Crown Him as your Captain,

In temptation's hour;
Let His will enfold you

In its light and power.

5 Brothers, this Lord Jesus

Shall return again,
With His Father's glory,

With His angel train ;

For all wreaths of empire

Meet upon His brow,
And our hearts confess Him

King of Glory now.





L.M. 1054

Thou art my hiding-place. ---Ps. 32. 7.
1 WAKE, sweet harp of Judah, wake!

Retune thy strings for Jesus' sake;
We sing the Saviour of our race,

The Lamb, our Shield and Hiding-place.
2 When God's right arm is bared for war,

And thunders clothe His cloudy car,
Where—where-oh! where shall man re-

the horror of His ire ? [tire, 3 'Tis He—the Lamb—to Him we fly,

While the dread tempest passes by:
God sees His Well-beloved's face;

And spares us in our hiding-place.
4 Thus while we dwell in this low scene,

The Lamb is our unfailing screen ;
To Him, though guilty, still we run,

And God still spares us for His Son.
5 While yet we sojourn here below,

Pollutions still our hearts o’erflow;
Fallen, abject, mean—a sentenced race,

We deeply need a hiding-place.
6 Yet courage-days and years will glide,

And we shall lay these clods aside ;

Shall be baptized in Jordan's flood,

And washed in Jesus' cleansing blood.
7 Then pure, immortal, sinless, freed,

We through the Lamb shall be decreed;
Shall meet the Father face to face,
And need no more a hiding-place.



1055 Greater lore hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.—John 15. 13. 1 TESUS, the sinner's Friend!

We hide ourselves in Thee ;
God looks upon Thy sprinkled blood

It is our only plea.
2 He hears Thy preciotis name,

We claim it as our own;
The Father must accept and bless

His well-beloved Son.
3 He sees Thy spotless robe :

It covers all our sin;
The golden gates have welcomed Thee,

And we may enter in.
4 Thou hast fulfilled the law,

And we are justified ;
Ours is the blessing, Thine the curse :

We live, for Thou hast died.
Jesus, the sinner's Friend!

We cannot speak Thy praise.
No mortal voice can sing the song

That ransomed hearts would raise
6 But when before the throne,

Upon the glassy sea,

Clothed in our blood-bought robes of white

We stand complete in Thee,-
Jesus, we'll give Thee then

Such praises as are meet,
And cast ten thousand golden crowns,
Adoring, at Thy feet.


1056 Lo! I am with you alway.—Matt. 28. 20.


O Shepherd ever kind,
Thy very name is music

To ear, and heart, and mind.
It woke my wondering childhood

To muse on things above ;
It drew my harder manhood

With cords of mighty love.
2 How oft to sure destruction

My feet had gone astray,
Wert Thou not, patient Shepherd,

The Guardian of my way!
How oft, in darkness fallen,

And wounded sore by sin,
Thy hand has gently raised me,

And healing balm poured in!
3 O Shepherd good, I follow

Wherever Thou wilt lead;
No matter where the pasture,

With Thee at hand to feed.
Thy voice, in life so mighty,

În death shall make me bold;
O bring my ransomed spirit
To Thine eternal fold !




1057 Thou art worthy . . . for Thou wast stain


and hast redeemed us.-Rev. 5. 9. 1 NOME, let us sing the song



The homage which to Christ belongs:

“Worthy the Lamb, for He was slain!” 2 Slain to redeem us by His blood,

To cleanse from every sinful stain,
And make us kings and priests to God:

“Worthy the Lamb, for He was slain!” 3 To Him who suffer'd on the tree

Our souls, at His soul's price, to gain,
Blessing, and praise, and glory be:

Worthy the Lamb, for He was slain !" 4 To Him, enthroned by filial right,

All power in heaven and earth proclaim,
Honour, and majesty, and might:

Worthy the Lamb, for He was slain!” 5 Come, Holy Spirit, from on high,

Our faith, our hope, our love sustain,
Living to sing, and dying cry,

• Worthy the Lamb, for He was slain !” 6 Yea, in eternity of bliss,

When called thro' grace with Him to reign; Our song, our song of songs, be this: “Worthy the Lamb, for He was slain !”


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