4 Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty!
All thy works shall praise thy name, in
earth, and sky, and sea;

Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty!
God in three persons, blessed Trinity!

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Bp. Reginald Heber (1783–1826.)

Psalm xciii.

1 THE Lord Jehovah reigns;
His throne is built on high;
The garments he assumes
Are light and majesty;

His glories shine with beams so bright,
No mortal eye can bear the sight.
2 The thunders of his hand
Keep the wide world in awe;
His wrath and justice stand
To guard his holy law;

And where his love resolves to bless,
His truth confirms and seals the grace.
3 And can this mighty king
Of glory condescend,
And will he write his name,
My Father and my Friend?

I love his name, I love his word;

H. M.

Join all my powers, and praise the Lord! Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.)

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Rejoice, the Lord is King!

1 REJOICE! the Lord is King;
Your Lord and King adore:
Mortals, give thanks and sing,
And triumph evermore!

H. M.

Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice;
Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice.

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2 Jesus, the Saviour, reigns,
The God of truth and love;
When he had purged our stains,
He took his seat above:
Lift up your hearts, etc.

3 His kingdom can not fail;
He rules o'er earth and heaven;
The keys of death and hell
Are to our Jesus given:

Lift up your hearts, etc.

Rev. Charles Wesley (1708-1788.)

Year of Jubilee.

1 BLOW Ye the trumpet, blow!
The gladly solemn sound,
Let all the nations know,

To earth's remotest bound,

The year of jubilee is come:
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

2 Jesus, our great High Priest,
Hath full atonement made;
Ye weary spirits, rest;

Ye mournful souls, be glad :
The year of jubilee, etc.

3 Extol the Lamb of God,
The all-atoning Lamb;
Redemption in his blood

Throughout the world proclaim:
The year of jubilee, etc.

H. M

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4 The gospel trumpet hear,
The news of heavenly grace;
And, saved from earth, appear
Before your Saviour's face;
The year of jubilee, etc.

Rev. Charles Wesley (1708-1788).

Lost but found.

1 I WAS a wandering sheep,

I did not love the fold;

I did not love my Shepherd's voice,

I would not be controlled:

I was a wayward child,

I did not love my home,

I did not love my Father's voice,
I loved afar to roam.

S. M. D.

2 The Shepherd sought his sheep,
The Father sought his child,
They followed me o'er vale and hill,
O'er deserts waste and wild:
They found me nigh to death,
Famished, and faint, and lone;
They bound me with the bands of love;
They saved the wandering one.

3 Jesus my Shepherd is,

'Twas he that loved my soul,

'Twas he that washed me in his blood, 'Twas he that made me whole;

'Twas he that sought the lost,

That found the wandering sheep, 'Twas he that brought me to the fold, 'Tis he that still doth keep.

Rev. Horatius Bonar (1808-1890.)

1 My spirit on thy care,

Blest Saviour, I recline;

Thou wilt not leave me to despair,

For thou art love divine.

2 In thee I place my trust;
On thee I calmly rest:

I know thee good, I know thee just,
And count thy choice the best.

3 Whate'er events betide,

Thy will they all perform;
Safe in thy breast my head I hide,
Nor fear the coming storm.

4 Let good or ill befall,

It must be good for me,-
Secure of having thee in all,
Of having all in thee.

S. M.

Rev. H. F. Lyte (1793-1847.)

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Christ's Intercession.

L. M

1 0 THOU, the contrite sinner's Friend,
Who, loving, lovest him to the end,
On this alone my hopes depend,
That thou wilt plead for me [for me].
2 When, weary in the Christian race,
Far off appears my resting-place,
And, fainting, I mistrust thy grace,
Then, Saviour, plead for me [for me].
3 When Satan, by my sins made bold,
Strives from thy cross to loose my hold,
Then with thy pitying arms enfold,

And plead, oh! plead for me [for me].

4 And when my dying hour draws near,
Darkness with anguish, guilt, and fear,,
Then to my fainting sight appear,
Pleading in heaven for me [for me].

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Miss Charlotte Elliott (1789-1871.)

I have finished the work.

1 O PERFECT life of love!

All, all is finished now,

All that he left his throne above
To do for us below.

2 Yet work, O Lord, in me,

S. M.

As thou for me hast wrought;
And let my love the answer be
To grace thy love has brought.
Sir H. W. Baker (1821-1877.)

Christ our Teacher.

L. M.

1 How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound From lips of gentleness and grace, When listening thousands gathered round, And joy and reverence filled the place.

2 From heaven he came, of heaven he spoke,
To heaven he led his followers' way;
Dark clouds of gloomy night he broke,
Unveiling an immortal day.

3 "Come, wanderers, to my Father's home,
Come, all ye weary ones, and rest!"
Yes! sacred teacher, we will come,
Obey thee, love thee, and be blest.

Sir John Bowring (1792-1872).