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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.

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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."

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

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He was bruised for our iniquities.

Isa. liii. 5.
THERE is a green hill far away,
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.
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.

6. F. ALEXANDER. 1848.

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came,

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Darkness over all the land.

Matt. xxvii. 45.
O!
at noon, 'tis sudden night,

: Rocks are rending at the sight 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 ! $ 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.

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78. He ever liveth to make intercession

for them.-Heb. vii. 25,
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AIL the day that sees Him rise

Glorious to His native skies 1
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.

CHARLES WESLEY. 1739. 39

78.
The first fruits of them that slept.

1 Cor. xv. 20. 1 “CHRIST, the Lord, is risen to-day!”

Raise your joy and triumph high,
Sing, ye heavens, and earth reply!

2 Love's redeeming work is done;

Fought the fight, the ḥattle 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, 0 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.

CHARLES WESLEY. 1739.

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. Amen.

C.F. ALEXANDER. 1849.

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God is gone up with a shout.

Ps. xlvii. 5.
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FOR a shout of sacred joy

To God, the sovereign King!
Let every land its tungues 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.

6.5. Having every one of them harps.

Rev. v.8.
1 GOLDEN bərps are sounding,
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 blessèd place, Calling them to glory,

Sending them His grace;
His bright home preparing,

Faithful ones, for you;
Jesus ever hiveth,
Ever loveth too.

F. R. HAVERGAL. 1871.

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The King of glory shall come in.

Ps. xxiv. 7
MHE golden gates are lifted up,
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.

S.M.
They cast their crowns before the

throne.--Rey. iy. 10. 1

Lamb
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; And ye, who tread where He hath trod,

Crown Him the Son of Man ;

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Who every grief hath known
That wrings the human breast,
And takes and bears them for His own,

That all in Him may rest.
3 Crown Him the Lord of Life!

Who triumphed o'er the grave,
And rose victorious in the strife,

For those He came to save.
His glories now we sing.

Who died and rose on high,
Who died,--eternal life to bring,

And lives that death may die !

Crown Him the Lord of Ileaven !

Enthroned in worlds above;
Crown Him the King to whom is given

The wondrous name of Love.
Crown Him with many crowns,

As thrones before Him fall;
Crown Him, ye kings, with many crowns,
For He is King of all !

MATTHEW BRIDGES. 1849.
(First verse only.)

GEO. TIRING. 1879.

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HYMNS OF PRAISE TO CHRIST THE LORD.

3 Name Him, brothers, name Him, 44 8.7.8.7.7.7.

With love as strong as death,
There is a friend that sticketh closer But with awe and wonder,
than a brother. -Prov. xviii. 24.

And with bated breath;
NE there is above all others,

He is God the Saviour,
Well deserves the name of Friend :

He is Christ the Lord ;
His is love beyond a brothers-

Ever to be worshipped,

Trusted, and adored.
Costly, free, and knows no end :
They who once His kindness prove, 4 In your hearts enthrone Ilim;
Find it everlasting love.

There let Him subdue 2 Who of all our friends to save us

All that is not holy,

All that is not true:
Could or would have shed his blood ?
But the Saviour died to have us

Crown Him as your Captain
Reconciled in Him to God:

In temptation's hour;

Let His will enfold you
This was boundless love indeed;

In its light and power.
Jesus is a Friend in neeil.
3 Oh for grace our hearts to soften!

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
We shall love Thee as we ought.

Meet upon His brow,
JOHN NEWTON. 1779.

And our hearts confess Him
King of Glory now.

C. M. NOEL. 1870. 6.5.

8.7.

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

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HYMNS OF PRAISE TO CHRIST THE LORD.

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.

JOHN NEWTON. 1779.

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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.

8.7. Hitherto hath the Lord helped us.

1 Sam. vii. 12. 1

COME Thou Fount of every blessins,
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,

Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,

Sung by flaming tongues above :
Praise the mount-o 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.

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Unto you who believe, He is precious.

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 !
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 ! + 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.

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Thou shalt call His name Jesus.

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,
My never-failing treasury, filled
With boundless stores of grace.
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A name which is above every name.

Phil. ii. 9.
CESUS, 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.

; 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!

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O sing praises unto God, sing praises.

Ps. xlvi. 6.

3 I love to work for Jesus,

And worship at His throne;
Oh ! may His

spirit help me
To live for Him alone.
To labour for my Saviour

My greatest joy sball be:
I know that Jesus loves me,

Because He died for me.

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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,
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. TIIRING. 1862.

7.6.7.6. 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.
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.

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 ;
And though I cannot see Him,

I know He hears my praise;
For He has kindly promised

That even I may go
To sing among His angels,
Because He loves me so.

EMILY MILLER,

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7.6.7.6. 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.
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.

5.5.9. O sing unto the Lord a new song.

Ps. xcviii. 1. 1

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SING to the Lord,

In joyous accord, Ye dwellers on earth and in heaven;

The God of creation,

The God of salvation,
To Him all the glory be given

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