1058 It is good for me to draw near to Cod.

Ps. 73. 28.
1 YAVIOUR, blessed Saviour,

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Hearts and voices raising,

Praises to our King.
All we have to offer,

All we hope to be-
Body, soul, and spirit-

All we yield to Thee.
2 Farther, ever farther,

From Thy wounded side,
Heedlessly we wandered,

Wandered far and wide,
Till Thou cam’st in mercy,

Seeking young and old,
Lovingly to bear them,

Saviour, to Thy fold.
3 Nearer, ever nearer,

Christ, we draw to Thee,
Deep in adoration,

Bending low the knee ;
Thou for our redemption

Cam'st on earth to die;
Thou, that we might follow,

Hast gone up on high.
4 Dark, and ever darker,

Was the wintry past,
Now a ray of gladness

O'er our path is cast;
Every day that passeth,

Every hour that flies,
Tells of love unfeigned,

Love that never dies.

5 Clearer still, and clearer,

Dawns the light from heaven,
In our sadness bringing

News of sins forgiven ;
Life has lost its shadows,

· Pure the light within ;
Thou hast shed Thy radiance

On a world of sin.
6 Onward, ever onward,

Journeying on the road
Worn by saints before us,

Journeying on to God;
Leaving all behind us,

May we hasten on,
Backward never looking,

Till the prize is won.
.7 Higher, then, and higher,

Soars the ransomed soul,
Earthly toils forgetting,

Saviour, to its goal;
Where, in joys unthought of,

Saints with angels sing,
Never weary raising
Praises to their King.

G. THRING. 1862.

104th. 1059

He that is our God is the God of salvation.

Ps. 68. 20. 1 E servants of

And publish abroad

His wonderful Name;
The Name all-victorious

Of Jesus extol :
His Kingdom is glorious.

And rules over all.

2 God ruleth on high,

Almighty to save ;
And still He is nigh,

presence we have ;
The great congregation

His triumph shall sing,
Ascribing salvation

To Jesus our King.
3 Salvation to God

Who sits on the throne,
Let all cry aloud

And honour the Son :
The praises of Jesus

All angels proclaim,
Fall down on their faces

And worship the Lamb.
4 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.

C. WESLEY, 1744.


1060 King of kings, and Lord of lords.

Rev. 19. 16.
O !

Thou Conqueror renowned;
Thou sweetness most ineffable,

In whom all joys are found.
2 When once Thou visitest the heart,

Then truth begins to shine,

Then earthly vanities depart,

Then kindles love Divine.
3 O Jesus ! Light of all below!

Thou Fount of life and fire !
Surpassing all the joys we know,

All that we can desire.
4 May every heart confess Thy name,

And ever Thee adore ;
And, seeking Thee, itself inflame

To seek Thee more and more.
5 Thee may our tongues for ever bless,

Thee may we love alone ;
And ever in our lives express
The image of Thine own!

BERNARD. 1140.
TR. BY E. CASWALL. 1858.


1061 Mary, who also sat at Jesus' feet.


Luke 10. 39.



MASTER, at Thy feet

I bow in rapture sweet!
Before me, as in darkening glass,

Some glorious outlines pass,
Of love, and truth, and holiness, and power ;
I own them Thine, O Christ, and bless Thee

for this hour.
2 O full of truth and grace,

Smile of Jehovah's face;
O tenderest heart of love untold !

Who may Thy praise unfold ?
Thee, Saviour, Lord of lords and King of kings,
Well may adoring seraphs hymn with veiling


3 I have no words to bring

Worthy of Thee, my King,
And yet one anthem in Thy praise

I long, I long to raise ;
The heart is full, the eye entranced above,

But words all melt away in silent awe and love. 4 How can the lip be dumb,

The hand all still and numb,
When Thee the heart doth see and own

Her Lord and God alone ?
Tune for Thyself the music of my days,
And“ open Thou my lips that I may show Thy

5 Yea, let my whole life be

One anthem unto Thee,
And let the praise of lip and life

Outring all sin and strife.
O Jesus, Master! be Thy name supreme,
For heaven and earth the one, the grand,
eternal theme.

F. R. HAVERGAL. 1872.

1062 And cast their crowns before the throne.

Rev. 4. 10.
YROWN Him with many crowns,

The Lamb upon His throne;
Hark! how the heavenly anthem drowns

All music but its own :
Awake, my soul, and sing

Of Him who died for thee,
And hail Him as thy chosen King

Through all eternity.
2 Crown Him the Son of God

Before the worlds began;

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