2 Slain to redeem us by his blood, To cleanse from every sinful stain, And make us kings and priests to God"Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain !" 3 To him, enthroned by filial right,

All power in heaven and earth proclaim, Honor, and majesty, and might:

"Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain !" 4 Long as we live, and when we die,

And while in heaven with him we reign: This song, our song of songs shall be: Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain !"

Who is this King of glory-who?

The Lord who all our foes o'ercame; Who sin, and death, and hell o'erthrew; And Jesus is the conqueror's name.

3 Lo! his triumphal chariot waits,

And angels chant the solemn lay:"Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates! Ye everlasting doors! give way." Who is this King of glory-who?

The Lord of boundless power possessed; The King of saints and angels, too, God over all, for ever blessed.

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COME, every pious heart,

H. M. "The Debt of Love."

ANON.

S. STENNETT.

That loves the Saviour's name,
Your nobles powers exert

To celebrate his fame;
Tell all above, and all below,
The debt of love to him you owe.

2 He left his starry crown,
And laid his robes aside,

On wings of love came down,

And wept, and bled, and died; What he endured, oh, who can tell, To save our souls from death and hell?

3 From the dark grave he rose, The mansion of the dead, And thence his mighty foes

In glorious triumph led; Up through the sky the Conqueror rode, And reigns on high, the Saviour God.

Psalm 45.

I. WATTS.

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THE King of saints,-how fair his face!
Adorned with majesty and grace,
He comes, with blessings from above,
And wins the nations to his love.

2 At his right hand, our eyes behold
The queen, arrayed in purest gold;
The world admires her heavenly dress,
Her robe of joy and righteousness.

3 Oh, happy hour, when thou shalt rise
To his fair palace in the skies;
And all thy sons, a numerous train,
Each, like a prince, in glory reign.
4 Let endless honors crown his head;
Let every age his praises spread;
While we, with cheerful songs, approve
The condescension of his love.

C. M. D. "The Fairest Face."

P. STRYKER.

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I HEARD a voice, the sweetest voice
That mortal ever heard;
Oh! how it made my heart rejoice,
And every feeling stirred!
"T was Jesus spoke to me so mild;
He called me to his side,
And said, although with heart defiled,
I might in him confide.

2 I saw his face, the fairest face
That mortal ever saw;

I longed the Saviour to embrace,
From him new life to draw.
"Come unto me," he kindly said,
"And I will give thee rest;
The ransom-price I fully paid-
Repent! believe! be blest!"

3 I felt his love, the strongest love
That mortal ever felt;
Oh! how it drew my soul above,
And made my hard heart melt!
My burden at his feet I laid,

And knew the joy of heaven,
As in my willing ear he said
The blesséd word, "Forgiven !"
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C. M.

Psalm 47.

Он, for a shout of sacred joy

1. WATTS.

To God, the sovereign King; Let every land their tongues employ, And hymns of triumph sing.

2 Jesus, our God, ascends on high, His heavenly guards around

Psalm 71.

I. WATTS.

My Saviour! my almighty Friend:
When I begin thy praise,

Where will the growing numbers end,-
The numbers of thy grace?

2 Thou art my everlasting trust;
Thy goodness I adore;
And, since I knew thy graces first,
I speak thy glories more.

3 My feet shall travel all the length
Of the celestial road;

And march, with courage, in thy strength,
To see my Father God.

4 How will my lips rejoice to tell
The victories of my King!
My soul, redeemed from sin and hell,
Shall thy salvation sing.

C. M.

P. DODDRIDGE

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Our High-Priest.
Now let our cheerful eyes survey
Our great High-Priest above,
And celebrate his constant care,
And sympathetic love.

2 Though raised to a superior throne,
Where angels bow around,
And high o'er all the shining train,

With matchless honors crowned; 3 The names of all his saints he bears Engraven on his heart;

Nor shall a name once treasured there
E'er from his care depart.

4 So, gracious Saviour! on my breast
May thy dear name be worn,
A sacred ornament and guard,
To endless ages borne.

"Inward Teachings." ETERNAL Spirit, we confess

1. WATTS.

And sing the wonders of thy grace: Thy power conveys our blesssings down From God the Father and the Son.

2 Enlightened by thy heavenly ray,
Our shades and darkness turn to day;
Thine inward teachings make us know
Our danger and our refuge too.

3 Thy power and glory work within,
And break the chains of reigning sin;
All our imperious lusts subdue,
And form our wretched hearts anew.

COME, O Creator Spirit blest!
And in our souls take up thy rest;
Come, with thy grace, and heavenly aid,
To fill the hearts which thou hast made.

2 Great Comforter! to thee we cry;
O highest gift of God most high!
O fount of life! O fire of love!
Send sweet anointing from above!

3 Kindle our senses from above,
And make our hearts o'erflow with love;
With patience firm, and virtue high,
The weakness of our flesh supply.

4 Far from us drive the foe we dread,
And grant us thy true peace instead;
So shall we not, with thee for guide,
Turn from the path of life aside.

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"The book unfold."

B. BEDDOME.

COME, blesséd Spirit! source of light!
Whose power and grace are unconfined,
Dispel the gloomy shades of night-
The thicker darkness of the mind.

2 To mine illumined eyes, display

The glorious truths thy word reveals; Cause me to run the heavenly way,

Thy book unfold, and loose the seals. 3 Thine inward teachings make me know The mysteries of redeeming love, The vanity of things below,

And excellence of things above.

4 While through this dubious maze I stray, Spread, like the sun, thy beams abroad, To show the dangers of the way,

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Spirit of grace.

P. DODDRIDGE.

CомE, sacred Spirit, from above,
And fill the coldest heart with love:
Oh, turn to flesh the flinty stone,
And let thy sovereign power be known.

2 Speak thou, and from the haughtiest eyes
Shall floods of contrite sorrow rise;
While all their glowing souls are borne
To seek that grace which now they scorn.

3 Oh, let a holy flock await
In crowds around thy temple-gate!
Each pressing on with zeal to be
A living sacrifice to thee.