6 There shall our raptured tongue
His endless praise proclaim;
And sweeter voices tune the song
Of Moses and the Lamb!
AWAKE awake the sacred song
To our incarnate Lord!
Let every heart, and every tongue
Adore th' eternal Word.
2 Then shone almighty power and love,
In all their glorious forms,
When Jesus left his throne above,
To dwell with sinful worms.
3 To dwell with misery here below
The Saviour left the skies,
And stooped to wretchedness and wo,
That worthless man might rise.
f" 4 Adoring angels tuned their songs,
To hail the joyful day;
With rapture, then, let mortal tongues,
Their grateful worship pay.
BRIGHTNESS of the Father's glory!
Shall thy praise unuttered lie?
Break, each tongue, such guilty silence,
Praise the Lord, who came to die.
2 Hosts of angels sang thy coming,
Watchful shepherds learnt their lays-
Shame would cover us, ungrateful,
Should our tongues refuse their praise.
3 From the highest throne in glory,
To the cross of deepest wo,
All to ransom guilty captives!
Flow our praise-forever flow!
4 Re-ascend, immortal Saviour!
Leave thy footstool-take thy throne;
Yet return, and reign forever,
Be the kingdom all thine own!
COME, Holy Ghost! inspire our songs
With thine immortal flame;
Enlarge our hearts-unloose our tongues,
To praise the Saviour's name.
2 How great the riches of his grace!
He left his throne above;
And, swift to save our ruined race,
He flew on wings of love.
3 Now pardon, life, and joys divine,
In rich abundance flow,
For guilty rebels, dead in sin,
And doomed to endless wo.
4 Th' almighty Former of the skies
Stooped to our low abode;
While angels viewed with wondering eyes,
And hailed th' incarnate God.
5 Renew our souls with heavenly strength,
That we may fully prove
The height, and depth, and breadth, and length
Of such transcendent love.
WORTHY the Lamb of boundless sway,
In earth or heaven the Lord of all;
Let all the powers of earth obey,
And low before his footstool fall.
2 Higher-still higher, swell the strain;
Creation's voice, the note prolong;
Jesus, the Lamb, shall ever reign-
Let hallelujahs crown the song.
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GLORY to God on high!
Let heaven and earth reply,
"Praise ye his name!"
Angels, his love adore,
Who all our sorrows bore;
Saints, sing for evermore,
"Worthy the Lamb."
2 Ye, who surround the throne,
Cheerfully join in one,
Praising his name:
Ye, who have felt his blood
Sealing your peace with God,
Sound through the earth abroad,
"Worthy the Lamb!"
3 Join all the ransomed race,
Our Lord and God to bless:
Praise ye his name.
In him we will rejoice,
Making a cheerful noise,
Shouting with heart and voice,
"Worthy the Lamb!"
4 Soon must we change our place,
Yet will we never cease
Praising his name:
Still will we tribute bring;
Hail him our Gracious King;
And through all ages sing,
"Worthy the Lamb!"
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COME, all ye saints of God!
Wide through the earth abroad,
Spread Jesus' fame:
Tell what his love has done;
Trust in his name alone;
Shout to his lofty throne,
"Worthy the Lamb!"
2 Hence, gloomy doubts and fears!
Dry up your mournful tears;
Swell the glad theme:
Praise ye our gracious King,
Strike each melodious string,
Join heart and voice to sing,
"Worthy the Lamb!"
3 Hark-how the choirs above,
Filled with the Saviour's love,
Dwell on his name!-
There, too, may we be found,
With light and glory crowned,
While all the heavens resound,
"Worthy the Lamb!"
COME, let us join our cheerful songs,
With angels round the throne;
Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,
But all their joys are one.
2 "Worthy the Lamb that died”—they cry,
"To be exalted thus:""
"Worthy the Lamb"-our lips reply,
"For he was slain for us."
3 Jesus is worthy to receive
Honor and power divine;
And blessings, more than we can give,
Be, Lord, forever thine.
4 Let all that dwell above the sky,
And air, and earth, and seas,
Conspire to lift thy glories high,
And speak thy endless praise.
5 The whole creation join in one
To bless the sacred name
Of him who sits upon the throne,
And to adore the Lamb.
WHAT equal honors shall we bring
To thee, O Lord our God, the Lamb,
When all the notes that angels sing
Are far inferior to thy name!
2 Worthy is he that once was slain,
1 The Prince of Peace, who groaned and died,
Worthy to rise, and live, and reign
At his almighty Father's side.
3 Blessings forever on the Lamb,
Who bore the curse for wretched men:
Let angels sound his sacred name,
And every creature say-Amen.
Excellency of Christ.
INFINITE excellence is thine,
Thou glorious Prince of Grace!
Thy uncreated beauties shine
With never-fading rays.
2 Sinners, from earth's remotest end,
Come bending at thy feet;
To thee their prayers and songs ascend,
In thee their wishes meet.
3 Millions of happy spirits live
On thy exhaustless store;
From thee they all their bliss receive,
And still thou givest more.
4 Thou art their triumph, and their joy;
They find their all in thee;
Thy glories will their tongues employ
Through all eternity.
Rapture. Hobart,
OH, could I speak the matchless worth,
Oh, could I sound the glories forth,
Which in my Saviour shine!
I'd soar, and touch the heavenly strings,
And vie with Gabriel, while he sings
In notes almost divine.
2 I'd sing the precious blood he spilt,
My ransom from the dreadful guilt
Of sin and wrath divine:
I'd sing his glorious righteousness,
In which all-perfect, heavenly dress
My soul shall ever shine.
3 I'd sing the characters he bears,
And all the forms of love he wears,
Exalted on his throne:
In loftiest songs of sweetest praise,
I would to everlasting days
Make all his glories known.
4 Well-the delightful day will come,
When my dear Lord will bring me home,
And I shall see his face:
Then, with my Saviour, brother, friend,
A blest eternity I'll spend,
Triumphant in his grace.
WHEN at this distance, Lord, we trace
The various glories of thy face,
What transport pours o'er all our breast,
And charms our cares and woes to rest!
2 Away, ye dreams of mortal joy!
Raptures divine my thoughts employ ;
I see the King of glory shine;
I feel his love-and call him mine.
mp 3 Yet still, O Lord, my waiting eyes mf To nobler visions long to rise;
That grand assembly would I join,
Where all thy saints around thee shine.
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