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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 battle won:
our Sun's eclipse is o'er;
Christ hath burst the gates of hell ;
Christ hath opened Paradise.
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;
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies.
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,
That veiled Thee from our eyes.
Let Thy dear grace be given,
Our treasure be in heaven, 5 That where Thou art, at God's right hand,
Our hope, our love may be;
C.F. ALEXANDER. 1848.
Rey. v. 8.
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 blessed place,
Sending them His grace;
Faithful ones, for you;
F. R. HAVERGAL. 1871.
Ps. xlvii. 5.
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:
Upon a thoughtless tongue.
He loved that chosen race:
ISAAC WATTS. 1719.
Ps. xxiv, 7
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.
throne.-Rey. iv. 10. 1
The Lamb upon His throne;
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 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,
For those He came to save.
Who died and rose on high,
And lives that death may die !
4 Crown Him the Lord of Heaven !
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. 1848. (First verse only.)
GEO. THRING. 1879.
HYMNS OF PRAISE TO CHRIST THE LORD.
His is love beyond a brother's
Costly, free, and knows no end :
Find it everlasting love.
Could or would have shed his blood ?
Reconciled in Him to God:
Jesus is a Friend in neel. 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:
JOUX 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 true :
In temptation's hour;
In its light and power. 5 Brothers, this Lord Jesus
Shall return again,
With His angel train;
Meet upon His brow,
C. M. NOEL. 1870.
6.5. As I live, saith the Lord, every knee
shall bow to Me.-Rom. xiv. 11. 1 AT of
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.
Lord of men as well as angels,
Thou art every creature's theme;
Ancient of eternal days,
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.
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.
hath the Lord helped us.
1 Sam. vii. 12. 1
COME, Thou Fount of every blessing, 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,
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.
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.
Luke i. 31.
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. 1
JESUS, I love Thy charming name,
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 days How just are all His counsels, And true are all His ways!
Ps. xlvi. 6.
Listen whilst we sing,
Praises to our King; All we have 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. 3 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.
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, Ile 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
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 O ,
In joyous accord, Ye dwellers on earth and in heaven;
The God of creation,
The God of salvation,