Jesus is kind to our complaints, He loves to hear our praise.
4 Thou hast redeemed our souls with blood, Hast set the prisoners free,
Hast made us kings and priests to God, And we shall reign with thee.
5 Now to the Lamb that once was slain, Be endless blessings paid; Salvation, glory, joy, remain Forever on his head.
1 HE, who on earth as man was known, And bore our sins and pains, Now, seated on th' eternal throne, The God of glory reigns.
2 His hands the wheels of nature guide With an unerring skill;
And countless worlds, extended wide, Obey his sovereign will.
3 While harps unnumbered sound his praise, In yonder world above,
His saints on earth admire his ways, And glory in his love.
4 When troubles, like a burning sun, Beat heavy on their head; To this almighty rock they run, And find a pleasing shade.
5 How glorious he-how happy they, In such a glorious friend!
Whose love secures them all the way, And crowns them at the end.
Christ the Lord of Angels.
1 GREAT God, to what a glorious height Hast thou advanced the Lord, thy Son! Angels, in all their robes of light,
Are made the servants of his throne.
2 Before his feet their armies wait,
And swift as flames of fire they move, To manage his affairs of state, In works of vengeance, or of love.
3 Now they are sent to guide our feet Up to the gates of thine abode,
Through all the dangers that we meet, In travelling o'er the heavenly road." 4 Lord! when we leave this mortal ground, And thou shalt bid us rise and come, Send thy beloved angels down
Safe to conduct our spirits home.
Christ exalted to be a Prince and a Saviour. 1 EXALTED Prince of Life! we own The royal honors of thy throne: "Tis fixed by God's almighty hand, And seraphs bow at thy command. 2 Exalted Saviour! we confess
The sovereign triumphs of thy grace; Wide may thy cross thy virtues prove, And conquer millions by thy love.
Christ crowned as Lord of All.
1 ALL hail,the great Immanuel's name! Let angels prostrate fall: Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown him Lord of all. 2 Crown him, ye martyrs of our God, Who from his altar call;
Praise him who shed for you his blood, And crown him Lord of all.
3 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race, A remnant weak and small, Hail him who saves you by his grace, And crown him Lord of all.
4 Ye gentile sinners, ne'er forget The wormwood and the gall; Go spread your trophies at his feet, And crown him Lord of all.
5 Let every kindred-every tribe, On this terrestrial ball, To him all majesty ascribe, And crown him Lord of all.
6 Oh! that with yonder sacred throng, We at his feet may fall;
And join the everlasting song, And crown him Lord of all.'
1 LOOK! ye saints—the sight is glorious; See the man of sorrows now, From the fight returned victorious; Every knee to him shall bow: Crown him!-crown him!— Crowns become the victor's brow. 2 Hark! those bursts of acclamation- Hark!--those loud, triumphant chords— Jesus takes the highest station: Oh, what joy the sight affords! Crown him!-crown him!
King of kings, and Lord of lords!
Christ's final Triumph.
1 LET us awake our joys,
Strike up with cheerful voice, Each creature sing- Angels, begin the song, Mortals, the strain prolong, In accents sweet and strong, "Jesus is King."
2 Proclaim abroad his name, Tell of his matchless fame: What wonders done!
Shout through hell's dark profound; Let all the earth resound,
"Till heaven's high arch rebound, "Victory is won."
3 He vanquished sin and hell, And our last foe will quell; Mourners, rejoice!
His dying love adore
Praise him, now raised in power, Praise him forevermore,
With joyful voice.
4 All hail the glorious day,
When through the heavenly way Lo, he shall come!
While they who pierced him wail- His promise shall not fail;
Saints, see your King prevail :
Great Saviour, come.
Pity and Condescension of Christ.
1 THE Saviour! oh, what endless charms Dwell in that blissful sound! Its influence every fear disarms, And spreads delight around. 2 Here pardon, life, and joy divine In rich effusion flow,
For guilty rebels, lost in sin,
And doomed to endless wo.
3 Th' almighty Former of the skies, Stoops to our vile abode;
While angels view with wondering eyes, And hail th' incarnate God.
4 How rich the depths of love divine! Of bliss, a boundless store!
Dear Saviour, let me call thee mine- I cannot wish for more!
5 On thee alone my hope relies; Beneath thy cross I fall;
My Lord, my life, my sacrifice, My Saviour, and my all!
1 BEHOLD what pity touched the heart Of God's eternal Son;
Descending from the heavenly court, He left his Father's throne.
2 His living power, and dying love, Redeemed unhappy man,
And raised the ruins of our race To life and God again.
3 To thee, O Lord, our noblest powers We joyfully resign;
Blest Jesus, take us for thy own, For we are doubly thine.
Safe trusting in Christ.
1 LET everlasting glories crown
Thy head, my Saviour, and my Lord; Thy hands have brought salvation down, And writ the blessings in thy word.
P2 In vain the trembling conscience seeks Some solid ground to rest upon;
With deep despair-the spirit breaks, Till we apply to Christ alone.
3 How well thy blessed truths agree! How wise and holy thy commands! Thy promises-how firm they be!
How firm our hope, our comfort stands! Medway. Hague. 1 JESUS, no other name but thine, Is given by everlasting love, To lead our souls to joys divine; No other name will God approve. 2 Here let my constant feet abide,
Nor from the heavenly way depart! Let thy good Spirit be my guide,
Direct my steps-and rule my heart. 3 In thee, my great almighty Friend, My safety dwells-and peace divine; On thee alone my hopes depend, For life, eternal life is thine.
78. Pleyel's Hymn. Edyfield. Redeeming Love.
1 NOW begin the heavenly theme, Sing of mercy's healing stream: Ye, who Jesus' kindness prove, Sing of his redeeming love. 2 Welcome all, by sin oppressed, Welcome all to Jesus' rest. Nothing brought him from above, Nothing but redeeming love. 3 He subdued th' infernal powers, His inveterate foes, and ours: These he from their empire drove, Mighty in redeeming love. 4 Hither, then, your tribute bring, Strike aloud each joyful string: Saints below, and saints above, Join to praise redeeming love.
8s & 7s. Sicilian Hymn. Messina. 1 SAVIOUR, source of every blessing, Tune my heart to grateful lays; Streams of mercy, never ceasing, Call for ceaseless songs of praise.
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