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When round Thee the ransomed are thronging,
(ring, High heaven with their praises will Hosanna! Hosanna! Hosanna! Thy children for ever will sing.
F. W. GOADBY. 1872.
5 Come then, children, come and see ;
Lift your little hands to pray ;
JANE TAYLOR. 1812. 37
118. They came : ; . bringing sweet spices.
Luke xxiv. 1. 1 SWEET spices they brought on their ST star-lighted way,
[of day. And came to the grave by the dawning 2 “But who will the stone from the sepul. chre roll ? "
[eyes stole. They said, as the tears from their weeping 3 The stone is removed, and the Saviour is
(morn! Oh, hail, ye disciples, this bright sabbath 4 May Christ now appear as to Mary He
And fill every bosom with piety's flame. 5 Then heaven's bright glories we soon shall obtain,
(vain. Nor Sabbaths, so peaceful, be useless and
Isa. liii. 5.
Who died to save us all.
What pains He had to bear, But we believe it was for us
He hung and suffered there.
He died to make us good,
Saved by His precious blood.
To pay the price of sin,
Of heaven and let us in.
And we must love Him too,
6. F. ALEXANDER. 1848.
Matt. xxvii. 45.
: Rocks are rending at the sight What can all these wonders be ?
Jesus died on Calvary.
How His tender limbs are torn;
of gold They have made Him one of thorn ; Cruel hands, that dare to bind
Thorns upon a brow so kind ! $ See, the blood is falling fast
From His forehead and His side ;
Left His kingdom for a grave,
78. He ever liveth to make intercession
for them.-Heb. vii. 25,
Glorious to His native skies 1
Enters now the gates of heaven.
Lift your heads, eternal gates!
Take the King of glory in.
Yet He loves the earth He leaves;
Still He calls mankind His own. 4 Still for us He intercedes;
His prevailing death He pleads ;
Great forerunner of our race.
Far above yon starry height?
CHARLES WESLEY. 1739. 39
1 Cor. xv. 20. 1 “CHRIST, the Lord, is risen to-day!”
Raise your joy and triumph high,
2 Love's redeeming work is done;
Fought the fight, the ḥattle won:
Lo! He sets in blood no more.
Christ hath burst the gates of hell ;
Christ hath opened Paradise.
Where, 0 death, is now thy sting?
Where's thy victory, boasting grave ? 5 Soar we now where Christ hath led,
Following our exalted Head;
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies. 6 King of glory! Soul of bliss !
Everlasting life is this:
CHARLES WESLEY. 1739.
3 And ever on our earthly path
A gleam of glory lies,
That veiled Thee from our eyes.
Let Thy dear grace be given, That while we wander here below,
Our treasure be in heaven. 5 That where Thou art, at God's right hand,
Our hope, our love may be;
C.F. ALEXANDER. 1849.
Ps. xlvii. 5.
FOR a shout of sacred joy
To God, the sovereign King!
And hymns of triumph sing. 2 Jesus our God ascends on high;
His heavenly guards around
With trumpets' joyful sound. 3 While angels shout and praise their King,
Let mortals learn their strains:
O'er all the earth He reigns. 4 Rehearse His praise with awe profound,
Let knowledge lead the song :
Upon a thoughtless tongue.
He loved that chosen race:
ISAAC WATTS. 1719.
6.5. Having every one of them harps.
Opened for the King;
Jesus, King of Love,
To His throne above.
Joyfully we sing,
Glory to our King. 2 He who came to save us,
He who bled and died,
At His Father's side.
Never more to die;
Is gone up on high.
In that blessèd place, Calling them to glory,
Sending them His grace;
Faithful ones, for you;
F. R. HAVERGAL. 1871.
CROWN Mim with many crowns,
Ps. xxiv. 7
Unto His Father's side.
To make for us a place, That we may be where now Thou art,
And look upon God's face.
throne.--Rey. iy. 10. 1
Of Him who died for thee,
Through all eternity.
Before the worlds began; And ye, who tread where He hath trod,
Crown Him the Son of Man ;
Who every grief hath known
That all in Him may rest.
Who triumphed o'er the grave,
For those He came to save.
Who died and rose on high,
And lives that death may die !
Crown Him the Lord of Ileaven !
Enthroned in worlds above;
The wondrous name of Love.
As thrones before Him fall;
MATTHEW BRIDGES. 1849.
GEO. TIRING. 1879.
HYMNS OF PRAISE TO CHRIST THE LORD.
3 Name Him, brothers, name Him, 44 126.96.36.199.7.7.
With love as strong as death,
And with bated breath;
He is God the Saviour,
He is Christ the Lord ;
Ever to be worshipped,
Trusted, and adored.
There let Him subdue 2 Who of all our friends to save us
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 Teach us, Lord, at length to love;
Shall return again, We, alas ! forget too often
With His Father's glory, What a Friend we have above:
With His angel train; But when home our souls are brought,
For all wreaths of empire
Meet upon His brow,
And our hearts confess Him
C. M. NOEL. 1870. 6.5.
I will sing a new song unto Thee, O shall bow to Me.-Rom. xiv. 11.
God. Ps. cxliv. 9. 1
TIGHTY God, while angels bless Thee, Every knee shall bow,
May an infant sing Thy name? Every tongue confess Him
Lord of men as well as angels, King of Glory now;
Thou art every creature's theme; 'Tis the Father's pleasure
Lord of every land and nation, We should call Him Lord,
Ancient of eternal days, Who from the beginning
Sounded through the wide creation Was the mighty Word.
Be Thy just and lawful praise. 2 Humbled for a season
2 For the grandeur of Thy nature, To receive a name
Grand beyond a seraph's thought; From the lips of sinners,
For the created works of power,Unto whom he came :
Works with skill and kindness wrought; Faithfully He bore it
For Thy providence that governs Spotless to the last;
Through Thine empire's wide domain, Brought it back victorious
Wings an angel, guides a sparrow; When from death He passed.
Blessed be Thy gentle reign. 12
48 I live, saith the Lord, every knee 46 AT the name of Jesus
HYMNS OF PRAISE TO CHRIST THE LORD.
4 Jesus! my Shepherd, Saviour, Friend,
My Prophet, Priest, and King;
Accept the praise I bring.
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.
JOHN NEWTON. 1779.
3 But Thy rich, Thy free redemption,
Dark through brightness all along,
Who dare sing that awful song?
Shall Thy praise unuttered lie?
Sing the Lord who came to die. 4 From the highest throne of glory,
To the cross of deepest woe,
Flow, my praise, for ever flow.
Leave Thy footstool, take Thy throne;
ROBERT ROBINSON. 1774.
8.7. Hitherto hath the Lord helped us.
1 Sam. vii. 12. 1
COME Thou Fount of every blessins,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Sung by flaming tongues above :
Mount of God's unchanging love! 2 Here I raise my Ebenezer,
Hither by Thy help I'm come,
Safely to arrive at home.
Wandering from the fold of God;
Interposed His precious blood. 3 Oh, to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrained to be!
Bind my wandering heart to Thee.
Prone to leave the God I love: Here's my heart, oh! take and seal it, Seal it from Thy courts above.
ROBERT ROBINSON, 1758.
1 Pet. ii. 7. 1
the very thought of Thee, With sweetness fills my breast; But sweeter far Thy face to see,
And in Thy presence rest. 2 Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame,
Nor can the memory find A sweeter sound than Thy blest name,
O Saviour of mankind !
O joy of all the meek;
How good to those who seek ! + But what to those who find? Ah! this
Nor tongue nor pen can show: The love of Jesus--what it is
None but His loved ones know. 5 Jesus, our only joy be Thou,
As Thou our crown wilt be; Jesus, be Thou our glory now, And through eternity.
BERNARD OF CLAIRVAUX. 1140.
Luke i. 31. 1 OW 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 Dear name, the rock on which I build,
My shield and hiding-place,
Phil. ii. 9.
"Tis music to my ear;
That earth and heaven should 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.
In Thee doth richly meet:
Nor friendship half so sweet.
And sheds its fragrance there ; The noblest balm of all its wounds, The cordial of its care.
; I'll speak the honours of Thy name
With my last labouring breath; Then, speechless, clasp Thee in mine arms, The antidote of death.
P. DODDRIDGE. 1755.
2 I love to think of Jesus
When all is calm and still, When pure and holy feelings
My grateful bosom fill. I love to think of Jesus,
Whose mercy crowns my daysHow just are all His counsels,
And true are all His ways!
O sing praises unto God, sing praises.
Ps. xlvi. 6.
3 I love to work for Jesus,
And worship at His throne;
spirit help me
My greatest joy sball be:
Because He died for me.
I SAVIOUR, blessed Saviour,
Listen whilst we sing, Hearts and voices raising
Praises to our King ; All we ve to offer,
All we hope to be,
All we yield to Thee.
To our city bright,
Forward into light. 2 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. } Onward, ever onward,
Journeying o'er 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.
At Thy sacred feet,
See Thy children meet:
Often gone astray ; Keep us, mighty Saviour, In the narrow way.
G. TIIRING. 1862.
188.8.131.52. He read in the book of the law of God.
Neh. viii. 18. 'I to
Which angel voices tell, How once the King of glory
Came down on earth to dwell.
But this I surely know,
Because He loved me so.
Which angel voices tell,
Came down on earth to dwell.
2 I know my blessed Saviour
Was once a child like me, To show how pure and holy
His little ones might be ; And if I try to follow
His footsteps here below, He never will forget me,
Because He loves me so.
3 To sing His love and mercy
My sweetest songs I'll raise ;
I know He hears my praise;
That even I may go
184.108.40.206. Thou knowest that I love Thee.
John xxi. 15. 1 I
The name the angels sing, And with their loud hosannas
The heavenly portals ring.
In Him my joy complete,
The sweetest name,
The name the angels sing.
5.5.9. O sing unto the Lord a new song.
Ps. xcviii. 1. 1
SING to the Lord,
In joyous accord, Ye dwellers on earth and in heaven;
The God of creation,
The God of salvation,