When round Thee the ransomed are thronging,

High heaven with their praises Hosanna! Hosanna! Hosanna! Thy children for ever will sing.

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5 Come then, children, come and see; Lift your little hands to pray; "Blessed Jesus, pardon me, Help a guilty sinner," say; "Since it was for such as I Thou didst condescend to die."

F. W. GOADBY. 1872.

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He was bruised for our iniquities.
Isa. liii. 5.

THERE is a green hill far away,
Without a city wall,

Where the dear Lord was crucified,
Who died to save us all.

2 We may not know, we cannot tell
What pains He had to bear,
But we believe it was for us

He hung and suffered there.

3 He died that we might be forgiven,
He died to make us good,
That we might go at last to heaven,
Saved by His precious blood.

4 There was no other good enough
To pay the price of sin,
He only could unlock the gate
Of heaven and let us in.

5 Oh, dearly, dearly has He loved ;
And we must love Him too,
And trust in His redeeming blood,
And try His works to do."

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78.

Darkness over all the land.

Matt. xxvii. 45.

10 at noon, 'tis sudden night,
Darkness covers all the sky;
Rocks are rending at the sight
Children, can you tell me why
What can all these wonders be?
Jesus died on Calvary.

2 Nailed upon the cross, behold,
How His tender limbs are torn;
For a royal crown of gold

They have made Him one of thorn;
Cruel hands, that dare to bind
Thorns upon a brow so kind!

3 See, the blood is falling fast
From His forehead and His side;

Hark, He now has breathed His last,
With a mighty groan He died.
Children, shall I tell you why
Jesus condescends to die?

4 He who was a King above,
Left His kingdom for a grave,
Out of pity-out of love,
That the guilty He might save.
Down to this sad world He flew,
For such little ones as you.

11s.

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They came. bringing sweet spices.
Luke xxiv. 1.

WEET spices they brought on their
star-lighted way,

[of day. And came to the grave by the dawning

2 "But who will the stone from the sepulchre roll?" [eyes stole. They said, as the tears from their weeping

3 The stone is removed, and the Saviour is gone: [morn! Oh, hail, ye disciples, this bright Sabbath 4 May Christ now appear as to Mary He

came,

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

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He ever liveth to make intercession for them.-Heb. vii. 25.

TAIL the day that sees Him rise Glorious to His native skies! Christ, awhile to mortals given, Enters now the gates of heaven.

2 There the glorious triumph waits: Lift your heads, eternal gates!

Christ hath vanquished death and sin:
Take the King of glory in.

3 Highest heaven its Lord receives;
Yet He loves the earth He leaves;
Though returning to His throne,
Still He calls mankind His own.
4 Still for us He intercedes;
His prevailing death He pleads;
Near Himself prepares our place;
Great forerunner of our race.

5 What though parted from our sight,
Far above yon starry height?
May our warm affections rise,
Following Him beyond the skies.

2 Love's redeeming work is done;
Fought the fight, the battle won:
Lo! our Sun's eclipse is o'er;
Lo! He sets in blood no more.

3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal,
Christ hath burst the gates of hell;
Death in vain forbids His rise,
Christ hath opened Paradise.
4 Lives again our glorious King;
Where, O death, is now thy sting?
Once He died, our souls to save;
Where's thy victory, boasting grave?
5 Soar we now where Christ hath led,
Following our exalted Head;
Made like Him, like Him we rise,
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies.

6 King of glory! Soul of bliss!
Everlasting life is this:

Thee to know, Thy power to prove,
Thus to sing, and thus to love.

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C.M.

God is gone up with a shout.
Ps. xlvii. 5.

FOR a shout of sacred joy
To God, the sovereign king!

Let every land its tongues employ,
And hymns of triumph sing.

2 Jesus our God ascends on high;
His heavenly guards around
Attend Him rising through the sky,
With trumpets' joyful sound.

3 While angels shout and praise their King,
Let mortals learn their strains:
Let all the earth His honours sing;
O'er all the earth He reigns.

4 Rehearse His praise with awe profound,
Let knowledge lead the song:
Nor mock Him with a solemn sound
Upon a thoughtless tongue.

5 In Israel stood His ancient throne ;-
He loved that chosen race:
But now He calls the world His own,
And heathens taste His grace.
ISAAC WATTS. 1719.

THE E golden gates are lifted up,

The doors are open wide,

The King of Glory is gone in,"
Unto His Father's side.

2 Thou art gone up before us, Lord,

To make for us a place,

That we may be where now Thou art, And look upon God's face.

3 And ever on our earthly path
A gleam of glory lies,

A light still breaks behind the cloud,
That veiled Thee from our eyes.

4 Lift up our hearts, lift up our minds,
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;
Dwell Thou in us, that we may dwell
For ever, Lord, in Thee.

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Amen.

C. F. ALEXANDER. 1848.

6.5.

Having every one of them harps.
Rev. v. 8.

1OLDEN harps are sounding,
Angel voices ring,,

Pearly gates are opened-
Opened for the King;
Christ, the King of Glory,
Jesus, King of Love,
Is gone up in triumph
To His throne above.
Cho-All His work is ended,
Joyfully we sing,
Jesus hath ascended!
Glory to our King.

2 He who came to save us,
He who bled and died,
Now is crowned with glory
At His Father's side.
Never more to suffer,
Never more to die;
Jesus, King of Glory,
Is gone up on high.

3 Praying for His children
In that blessed place,
Calling them to glory,
Sending them His grace;
His bright home preparing,
Faithful ones, for you;
Jesus ever liveth,
Ever loveth too.

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S.M.

They cast their crowns before the throne.-Rev. iv. 10.

CROWN 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.

Crown Him the Son of God!

Before the worlds began;

And ye, who tread where He hath trod,

Crown Him the Son of Man ;

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There is a Friend that sticketh closer than a brother.-Prov. xviii. 24.

1ONE above name of Friend:

NE there is above all others,

His is love beyond a brother's-
Costly, free, and knows no end:
They who once His kindness prove,
Find it everlasting love.

2 Who of all our friends to save us
Could or would have shed his blood?
But the Saviour died to have us
Reconciled in Him to God:
This was boundless love indeed;
Jesus is a Friend in need.

3 Oh for grace our hearts to soften!
Teach us. Lord, at length to love;
We, alas! forget too often

What a Friend we have above:
But when home our souls are brought,
We shall love Thee as we ought.
JOHN NEWTON. 1779.

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.

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Every knee shall bow, Every tongue confess Him King of Glory now; "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.

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C. M. NOEL. 1870.

I will sing a new song unto Thee, O

God.-Ps. cxliv. 9.

IGHTY God, while angels bless Thee,
May an infant sing Thy name?

Lord of men as well as angels,

Thou art every creature's theme;
Lord of every land and nation,
Ancient of eternal days,
Sounded through the wide creation
Be Thy just and lawful praise.

2 For the grandeur of Thy nature,,
Grand beyond a seraph's thought;
For the created works of power,-
Works with skill and kindness wrought;
For Thy providence that governs
Through Thine empire's wide domain,
Wings an angel, guides a sparrow;
Blessed be Thy gentle reign.

3 But Thy rich, Thy free redemption,

Dark through brightness all along,-
Thought is poor, and poor expression;
Who dare sing that awful song?
Brightness of the Father's glory,
Shall Thy praise unuttered lie?
Fly, my tongue, such guilty silence,
Sing the Lord who came to die.

4 From the highest throne of glory,
To the cross of deepest woe,
All to ransom guilty captives:
Flow, my praise, for ever flow.
Go, return, immortal Saviour!
Leave Thy footstool, take Thy throne;
Thence return, and reign for ever,
Be the kingdom all Thine own.
ROBERT ROBINSON. 1774.

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8.7.

Hitherto hath the Lord helped us.
1 Sam. vii. 12.

1COME, Thou Fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace,
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above:
Praise the mount-0 fix me on it,
Mount of God's unchanging love!

2 Here I raise my Ebenezer,

Hither by Thy help I'm come,
And I hope by Thy good pleasure
Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,

Interposed His precious blood.
3 Oh, to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrained to be!
Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to Thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it:
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.

4 Jesus! my Shepherd, Saviour, Friend,
My Prophet, Priest, and King;
My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End,
Accept the praise I bring.

5 Weak is the effort of my heart,
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.

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JOHN NEWTON. 1779.

Unto you who believe, He is precious.
1 Pet. ii. 7.

1 JESUS, 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!

3 O hope of every contrite heart, O joy of all the meek;

To those who fall, how kind Thou art!
How good to those who seek!

4 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.

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A name which is above every name.
Phil. ii. 9.

JESUS, I love Thy charming name,

"Tis music to my ear;
Fain would I sound it out so loud,
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.

3 All my capacious powers can wish
In Thee doth richly meet:
Nor to mine eyes is light so dear,
Nor friendship half so sweet.

4 Thy grace still dwells upon my heart,
And sheds its fragrance there;

The noblest balm of all its wounds,
The cordial of its care.

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AVIOUR, blessed Saviour,

Listen whilst we sing,

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.

Cho.-Onward, upward, heavenward,
To our city bright,
Singing as we journey
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.
1 Jesus, Lord, and Master,
At Thy sacred feet,
Here with hearts rejoicing,
See Thy children meet:
Often have we left Thee,
Often gone astray;

Keep us, mighty Saviour,
In the narrow way.

G. THRING. 1862.

Thou knowest that I love Thee.
John xxi. 15.

I LOVE the name of Jesus,

The name the angels sing,

And with their loud hosannas
The heavenly portals ring.

To Him my all confiding,
In Him my joy complete,

I learn with Christian meekness
My duty at His feet.

Cho. I love the name of Jesus,
The sweetest name,

The name the angels sing.

He read in the book of the law of God.
Neh. viii. 18.

I LOVE to hear the story
Which angel voices tell,
How once the King of glory
Came down on earth to dwell.
I am both weak and sinful,
But this I surely know,
The Lord came down to save me,
Because He loved me so.
Cho.-I love to hear the story

Which angel voices tell,
How once the King of glory
Came down on earth to dwell.