mf 2 To this the joyful nations round,
All tribes and tongues, shall flow;
Up to the hill of God,' they 'll say,
And to his house we'll go.'

f3 The beam that shines from Zion hill
Shall lighten every land;

The King who reigns in Salem's towers
Shall all the world command.

mf 4 Among the nations he shall judge;
His judgments truth shall guide;
His sceptre shall protect the just,
And quell the sinner's pride.

m 5 No strife shall rage, nor hostile feuds
Disturb those peaceful years;

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To ploughshares men shall beat their
To pruning-hooks their spears. [swords,

6 No longer hosts encountering hosts
Shall crowds of slain deplore;

c They hang the trumpet in the hall,
And study war no more.

f7 Come then, O house of Jacob, come To worship at his shrine;

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And, walking in the light of God,
With holy beauties shine.

mf 1 PRAISE to the Holiest in the height,
And in the depth be praise;

In all his words most wonderful,
Most sure in all his ways!

m 2 O loving wisdom of our God!
When all was sin and shame,
A second Adam to the fight
And to the rescue came.

d

30 wisest love! that flesh and blood,
Which did in Adam fail,

Should strive afresh against their foe,
Should strive and should prevail.

4 O generous love! that he, who smote
In man for man the foe,

The double agony in man

For man should undergo;

mp 5 And in the garden secretly, And on the cross on high,

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Should teach his brethren, and inspire
To suffer and to die.

f6 Praise to the Holiest in the height,
And in the depth be praise;

In all his words most wonderful,
Most sure in all his ways!

f1 ALL hail, the power of Jesus' name!
Let angels prostrate fall,

d

c Bring forth the royal diadem

C

To crown him Lord of all.

m 2 Crown him, ye martyrs of your God, Who from his altar call;

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Praise him whose blood-stained path ye
And crown him Lord of all.

[trod,

mf 3 Ye seed of Israel's chosen race,
Ye ransomed of the fall,

Hail him who saves you by his grace,
And crown him Lord of all.

mp 4 Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget
The wormwood and the gall,

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Go, spread your trophies at his feet,
And crown him Lord of all.

f5 Let every tongue and every tribe,
Responsive to the call,

To him all majesty ascribe,
And crown him Lord of all.

m 6 0 that, with yonder sacred throng,
We at his feet may fall;

f We'll join the everlasting song, And crown him Lord of all.

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f1 BLEST morning! whose first dawning rays Beheld the Son of God

Arise triumphant from the grave,
And leave his dark abode.

p 2 Wrapt in the silence of the tomb,
The great Redeemer lay,

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Till the revolving skies had brought
The third, the appointed day.

m 3 Hell and the grave combined their force To hold our Lord in vain ;

f Sudden the Conqueror arose, And burst their feeble chain.

mf 4 To thy great name, Almighty Lord, We sacred honours pay;

ƒ And loud hosannas shall proclaim The triumphs of the day.

f5 Salvation and immortal praise To our victorious King!

Let heaven and earth, and rocks and seas,
With glad hosannas ring.

mf To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, The God whom we adore,

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Be glory as it was, and is,
And shall be evermore.

mf 1 COME, let us join our friends above
That have obtained the prize,
And, on the eagle wings of love,
To joy celestial rise.

f Let saints on earth unite to sing
With those to glory gone;

For all the servants of our King,
In earth and heaven, are one.

m 2 One family, we dwell in him,

One Church, above, beneath,
Though now divided by the stream,
The narrow stream, of death.
One army of the living God,

To his command we bow;

Part of his host have crossed the flood,
And part are crossing now.

mf 3 Even now by faith we join our hands With those that went before,

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And greet the blood-besprinkled bands
On the eternal shore.

O that we now may grasp our Guide!
Then, when the word is given,

Come, Lord of hosts, the waves divide,
And land us safe in heaven.

m 1 LET Christian faith and hope dispel
The fears of guilt and woe;

The Lord Almighty is our friend,
And who can prove a foe?

2 He who his Son most dear and loved
Gave up for us to die,

Shall he not all things freely give
That goodness can supply?

mf 3 Behold the best, the greatest gift
Of everlasting love!
Behold the pledge of peace below,
And perfect bliss above!

4 Where is the judge who can condemn,
Since God hath justified?

Who shall charge those with guilt or crime
For whom the Saviour died?

m 5 The Saviour died, but rose again
Triumphant from the grave,

And pleads our cause at God's right hand,
Omnipotent to save.