5 Clearer still, and clearer,
Dawns the light from heaven,
In our sadness bringing

News of sins forgiven;
Life has lost its shadows,

Pure the light within;
Thou hast shed Thy radiance
On a world of sin.

6 Onward, ever onward,
Journeying on 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.
.7 Higher, then, and higher,
Soars the ransomed soul,
Earthly toils forgetting,
Saviour, to its goal;
Where, in joys unthought of,
Saints with angels sing,

1059

1

Never weary raising

Praises to their King.

104th.

G. THRING. 1862.

He that is our God is the God of salvation.

Ps. 68. 20.

Your Master proclaim,

E servants of God,

And publish abroad

His wonderful Name;

The Name all-victorious

Of Jesus extol :

His Kingdom is glorious.
And rules over all.

2 God ruleth on high,
Almighty to save;
And still He is nigh,

His presence we have ;
The great congregation
His triumph shall sing,
Ascribing salvation
To Jesus our King.

3 Salvation to God

Who sits on the throne,
cry aloud

Let all

And honour the Son:
The praises of Jesus

All angels proclaim,
Fall down on their faces
And worship the Lamb.

4 Then let us adore

And give Him His right;
All glory and power,
All wisdom and might;
All honour and blessing,
With angels above;
And thanks never ceasing,
And infinite love.

C. M.

C. WESLEY. 1744.

1060 King of kings, and Lord of lords.

1

0

Rev. 19. 16.

JESUS! King most wonderful!
Thou Conqueror renowned;

Thou sweetness most ineffable,
In whom all joys are found.

2 When once Thou visitest the heart,
Then truth begins to shine,

Then earthly vanities depart,
Then kindles love Divine.

3 O Jesus! Light of all below!
Thou Fount of life and fire!
Surpassing all the joys we know,
All that we can desire.

4 May every heart confess Thy name,
And ever Thee adore;

And, seeking Thee, itself inflame

To seek Thee more and more.

5 Thee may our tongues for ever bless,
Thee may we love alone;
And ever in our lives express
The image of Thine own!

BERNARD. 1140.

TR. BY E. CASWALL. 1858.

P.M.

1061 Mary, who also sat at Jesus' feet.

1

2

Luke 10. 39.

MASTER, at Thy feet
I bow in rapture sweet!

Before me, as in darkening glass,
Some glorious outlines pass,

Of love, and truth, and holiness, and power;
I own them Thine, O Christ, and bless Thee
for this hour.

O full of truth and grace,

Smile of Jehovah's face;

O tenderest heart of love untold!

Who may Thy praise unfold?

Thee, Saviour, Lord of lords and King of kings, Well may adoring seraphs hymn with veiling

wings.

3

4

5

I have no words to bring
Worthy of Thee, my King,

And yet one anthem in Thy praise

I long, I long to raise;

The heart is full, the eye entranced above,
But words all melt away in silent awe and love.

How can the lip be dumb,

The hand all still and numb,

When Thee the heart doth see and own
Her Lord and God alone?

Tune for Thyself the music of my days,

And "open Thou my lips that I may show Thy praise."

Yea, let

my whole life be

One anthem unto Thee,

And let the praise of lip and life

Outring all sin and strife.

O Jesus, Master! be Thy name supreme, For heaven and earth the one, the grand, eternal theme.

F. R. HAVERGAL. 1872.

S.M.

1062 And cast their crowns before the throne.

Rev. 4. 10.

1 YROWN 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.

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 ;—
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!

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.

8.7.

1063

Unto Him that hath loved us be glory.
for ever.-Rev. 1. 5, 6.

1 LORY be to Him who loved us,
Washed us from each sinful stain;

Glory be to Him who made us

Priests and kings with Him to reign;
Glory, worship, laud and blessing
To the Lamb who once was slain.