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The growing glories of her King.



406 HYMN 43—45. Book III.

HYMN 43. C. M.

1 TTTOSANNA to the Prince of Grace :
JLJL Zion, behold thy King ;

Proclaim the Son of David's race,
And teach the babes to sing.

2 Hosanna to th' incarnate Word,
Who from the Father came ;

Ascribe salvation to the Lord,
With blessings on his Name.

HYMN 44. S. M.

"OSANNA to the Son
Of David, and of God ;
Who brought the news of pardon down
And bought it with his blood.

2 To Christ, th' Anointed King,

Be endless blessings giv'n ;

Let the whole earth his glory sing,

Who made our peace with Heav'n.

HYMN 45. H. M.
1 TTOSANNA to the King,

JLJL Of David's ancient blood ;
Behold he comes to bring:



Forsrivins: grace from God



Let old and young
Attend his way,

2 Glory to God on high ;

Salvation to the Lamb ;

Let earth, and sea, and sky,

His wondrous love proclaim :



And at his feet
Their honours lay.



Upon his head
Shall honours rest,



And ev'ry age
Pronounce him bless'd.



END OF THE THIRD BOOK OF HYMNS.



HYMNS

SELECTED

FROM VARIOUS AUTHORS,

HYMN 1. L. M. Old Hundred. [*]
Being of God. Ps. civ.
1 rilHERE is a God — all nature speaks,

JL Through earth, and air, and sea, and skies;
See, from the clouds his glory breaks,
"When the first beams of morning rise.

-2 The rising sun serenely bright,
O'er the wide world's extended frame)
Inscribes in characters of light,
His mighty Maker's glorious name.

3 The flow'ry tribes all blooming rise,

Above the weak attempts of art ;

The smallest worms, the meanest flies,

Speak sweet conviction to the heart.
Ye curious minds, who roam abroad,

And trace creation's wonders o'er,
e Confess the footsteps of the God ; —
$. Bow down before him — and adore. Steele*

HYMN 2. C. M. Tunbridge. [b*]
Goodness of God. Nahum i, 7.

1 *\7"E humble souls, approach your God,

JL With songs of sacred praise ;
For he is good, immensely good,
And kind are all his ways.

2 All nature owns his guardian care,
In him we live and move ;

But nobler benefits declare
The wonders of his love.

e 3 He gave his Son, his only Son,

To ransom rebel worms ;
■. — 'Tis here he makes his goodness known,

In its divinest forms.

e 4 To this dear refuge, Lord, we come ;

'Tis here our hope relies :
p A safe defence, a peaceful home,

When storms of trouble rise.



506 HYMN 3, 4. Select

— 5 Thine eye beholds, with kind regard,
The souls who trust in thee ;
Their humble hope thou wilt reward,
With bliss divinely free.

o 6 Great God, to thy almighty Love,
What honours shall we raise ?
Not all the raptur'd songs above,.

Can render equal praise, Steele*

Hl'MN 3. C, M. .Milckam. Arundel. [*]
God the Creator.
TERNAL Wisdom, thee we praise,
Thee the creation sings ;
With thy lov'd name, rocks, hills, and seas,
And heav'n's high palace rings.

g 2 Thy hand, — how wide it spread the sky 1

How glorious to behold !
— Ting'd with a blue of heav'nly die,

And starr'd with sparkling gold.

3 Thy glories blaze all nature round,

And strike the gazing sight,
Thro' skies, and seas, and solid ground,

With terrour and delight.

g 4 Infinite strength, and equal skill,

Shine through the worlds abroad ;
e Our souls with vast amazement fill,

And speak the builder — God.
—5 But still the wonders of thy grace
e Our softer passions move ;
Pity divine in Jesus' face,

We see, adore, and love. W.A.TIS.

HYMN 4. C. M. Bedford. [*}
Sovereignty and Dominion of God,
a 1 "1T"EEP silence — all created things,
Jl\_ And wait your Maker's nod ;
My soul stands trembling while she sings
The honours of her God.
© 2 Life, death, and hell, and worlds unknown,
Hang on his firm decree ;
He sits on no precarious throne,

Nor borrows leave — to be.
3 Chain'd to his throne a volume lies,
With all the fates of men ;



Select. HYMN 5. 507

With ev'ry angel's form and size,
Drawn by th' eternal pen.

«— 4 His providence unfolds the book,
And makes his counsels shine ;
Each opening leaf, and ev'ry stroke,
Fulfils some deep design.

5 (Here he exalts neglected worms,
To sceptres and a crown ;

And there, the following page he turns,
And treads the monarch down.

6 Not Gabriel asks the reason why,
Nor God the reason gives ;

Nor dares the favourite angel pry,
Between the folded leaves.)

e 7 My God, I would not long to see
My fate, with curious eyes ;
"What gloomy lines are writ for me,
Or what bright scenes may rise.

—8 In thy fair book of life and grace,
O may I find my name,
Recorded in some humble place,

Beneath my Lord — the Lamb. Watts

HYMN 5. L. P. M. St. Hellenes. [*]
God's Name proclaimed. Ex. xxxiv, 6—8.
1 A TTEND, my soul, the voice divine
XSl And mark what beaming glories shine,
Around thy condescending God !
To us — to us, he still proclaims,
e His awful, his endearing names ;
o Attend, and sound them all abroad.
d 2" Jehovah I, the sovereign Lord,
" The mighty God, by heav'n ador'd,
" Down to the earth my footsteps bend:
e M My heart the tenderest pity knows,
" Goodness, full-streaming wide o'erflows
" And grace and trath shall never end.
3 " My patience long can crimes endure,
" My pard'ning love is ever sure,

" When penitential sorrow mourns ;
" To millions, thro' unnumber'd years,
" New hope and new delight it bears ;
" Yet wrath against the sinner burns."



508 HYMN 6, 7. Select.

o 4 Make haste, my soul, the vision meet,
e All prostrate at thy Sovereign's feet,
— And drink the tuneful accents in :
o Speak on, my Lord, repeat the voice,
Diffuse these heart-expanding joys,
Till heav'n repeat the rapt'rous scene.

D0DDRID(GF

HYMN 6. C. M. Colchester. [*]
Adam : or, Vie Fall of Man. Gen. iii.
1 £~\ N man, in his own image made,

V^F How much did God bestow !
The whole creation homage paid,
And own'd him Lord below.

o 2 He dwelt in Eden's garden, stor'd.
With sweets for ev'ry sense ;
And there, with his descending Lord,
He walk'd in confidence.

e 3 But oh ! by sin how quickly chang'4 •
His honour forfeited ;
His heart from God and truth, estrang'd.
His conscience, fill'd with dread.

Now from his Maker's voice he flies,
Which was before his joy :
And thinks to hide amidst the trees,
From an all-seeing eye.

5 Compell'd to answer to his name ;

With stubbornness and pride,
He cast on God himself the blame,

Nor once for mercy cried.

} 6 But grace, unasked, his heart subdu'd,

And all his guilt forgave :
By faith the promis'd Seed he view'd,

And felt the power to save. Newton,

HYMN 7. H.M. Allerton. [*] "

Types of the Messiah. Heb. iv, 2.

L XSRAEL in ancient days,
JL Not only had a view
Of Sinai in a blaze,

But learn'd the gospel too :
The types and figures were a glass,
\u which they saw the Saviour's face.



Select. HYMN 8. 509

- . ■

2 The paschal sacrifice,

And blood-besprinkled door, —
Seen with enlightened eyes,
And once apply'd with pow'r,
Would teach the need of other blood,
To reconcile an angry God.

3 The lamb, the dove, set forth
His perfect innocence,

Whose blood of matchless worth
Should be the soul's defence :
For he who can for sin atone,
Must have no failings of his own.

4 The scape-goat on his head,
The people's trespass bore j

And to the desert led,
Was to be seen no more :
In him our Surety seem'd to say,
d " Behold, I bear your sins away."

— 5 Dipp'd in his fellow's blood,

The living bird went free :
The type, well understood,
Express'd the sinner's plea—
e Describ'd a guilty soul enlarg'd,

And by a Saviour's death discharg'd.
o 6 Jesus, I love to trace,

Throughout the sacred page,
The footsteps of thy grace,
The same in ev'ry age !
— O grant that I may faithful be,

To clearer light vouchsaf 'd to me ! CowPEIU

HYMN 8. 7's. Redeeming Love, [*]
Birth of the Saviour.

1 TTTTARK ! the herald angels sing,
JTjL " Glory to the new-born King !

" Peace on earth, and mercy mild,
" God and sinners reconcil'd !"

2 Joyful, all ye nations, rise,
Join the triumph of the skies ;
With th 1 angelic host proclaim,
Christ is born in Bethlehem.

4 Veil'd in flesh — the Godhead see,
Hail th 1 incarnate Deity ;



510 HYMN 9, 10. Select

Pleas'd as man with men t' appear,
Jesus our Emmanuel here.
o 5 Hail the heav'n-born Prince of Peace !
Hail the Sun of Righteousness !
Light and life to all he brings,
Ris'n with healing in his wings.

e 6 Mild, he lays his glory by ;
Born, that man no more may die ;
Born, to raise the sons of earth ;
Born, to give them second birth. Rippon's Col.

" HYMN 9. C. M. Bethlehem. [*]
Joy of Jlngcls at the Saviour* s Birth.
1 "¥7|THILE shepherds watch'd their flocks by
Y V All seated on the ground, [night,

The angel of the Lord came down,
And glory shone around.
t 2 " Fear not," said he, for mighty dread

Had seiz'd their troubled mind,
o " Glad tidings of great joy I bring,
M To you and all mankind.

b 3 " To you in David's town, this day,

M Is born of David's line,
M The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord,

" And this shall be the sign : —
4 " The heav'nly Babe you there shall find,

" To human view display'd,
c ll All meanly wrapp'd in swaddling bands,

M And in a manger laid."
—5 Thus spake the seraph ; and forthwith

Appear'd a shining throng
Of angels, praising God, who thus

Address'd their joyful song : —
s 6 " All glory be to God on high,

u And to the earth be peace ;
g " Good will henceforth from heav'n to men,

" Begin, and never cease." Patrick or Tate.

HYMN 10. C. M. Devizes. [*]
JLngeVs Song. Luke ii, 8 — 14.
ol" ^JHEPHERDS, rejoice ; lift up your eyes,
1^ " And send your fears away ;
u News from the region of the skies-r-
u " Salvation's born to-day !



Select. HYMJM 11. 511

e 2 " Jesus, the God, whom angels fear,

" Conies down to dwell with you ;
— M To-day he makes his entrance here,
e " But not a3 monarchs do.

3 " No gold, nor purple swaddling bands,

" Nor royal shining things ;
" A manger for his cradle stands,
a w And holds the King of kings !
o4" Go, shepherds, where the Infant lies,

" And see his humble throne ; i

p " With tears of joy in all your eyes,

" Go, shepherds, kiss the Son."
—5 Thus Gabriel sang — and straight around,
The heav'nly armies throng :
They tune their harps to lofty sound,
And thus conclude the song : —
s 6 " Glory to God who reigns aoove,
" Let peace surround the earth ;
Si Mortals shall know their Maker's love,

u At their Redeemer's birth." Watts's Lyk.

HYMN 11. 8, 6&&. Christmas. [*]
Christmas Morn.
o 1 IFT up your heads in joyful hope,

X-i Salute the happy morn :
— Each heav'nly pow'r,
© Proclaim the glad hour ;

s Lo, Jesus the Saviour is born I

o 2 All glory be to God on high,,

To him all praise is due ;
The promise is seal'd— <•

The Saviour's reveal'd—
And proves that the record ia true*
$ 3 Let joy around like rivers flow j
Flow on, and still increase ;
Spread o'er the glad earths
At Emmanuel's birth —
For heaven and earth are at peace
t 4 Now the good will of God is shewn

Towards Adam's helpless race ;
& Messiah is come —

To ransom his own —
To save them by infinite grace*



512 HYMN 12, 13. Select

o 5 Then let us join the heav'ns above,

Where hymning seraphs sing ;
s Join all the glad pow'rs —

For their Lord is ours —
Our Prophet, our Priest, and our King. Maden's Col.

HYMN 12. C. P. M. Pilgrim, [b]

Infancy of the Saviour.
p 1 4~\ SIGHT of anguish! view it near, —

V-r What weeping innocence is here—

A manger for his bed '.
—The brutes yield refuge to his wo —
e Men, worse than brutes, no pity show,

Nor give him friendly aid !
o 2 Why do no rapid thunders roll ?

Why do not tempests rock the pole ?
e O miracle of grace !
o Or why no angels on the wing,

Warm for the honour of their King,
e To punish all the race !
c 3 Tho' now an Infant bath'd in tears,
o He call'd to form the rolling spheres ;
g And seraphs own'd his nod !
c Helpless he calls, but men delay : —
e Ungrateful sinners disobey

The first-born Son of God !
—4 Say, radiant seraphs, thron'd in light,
o Did love e'er tow'r so high a flight ?—
e Or glory sink so low ?
— This wonder angels scarce declare ;
Angels the rapture scarce can hear,

Or equal praise bestow.
e 5 Redemption ! 'tis a boundless theme ;
Thou boundless Mind, our hearts inflame,—

With ardour from above :
d Words are but faint, let joy express-
Vain is mere joy — let actions bless—

This prodigy of love.

HYMN 13. C. M. Arundel. [*]

ChrisVs Ministry. Luke iv, 18, 19.

d 1 TT ARK, — the glad sound ! — the Saviour comes}

XI The Saviour promis'd long !
—-Let ev'ry heart prepare a throne —
And ev'ry voice a song.



Select. HYMN 14. 513

2 On him the Spirit, largly pour'd,

Exerts its sacred fire ;
Wisdom and might, and zeal and love,

His holy breast inspire.

o 3 He comes — the pris'ners to release,

In Satan's bondage held ;
o The gates of brass before him burst —

The iron fetters yield !

o 4 He comes — from thickest films of vice

To clear the mental ray ;
o And on the eye-balls of the blind^

To pour celestial day.
c 5 He comes — the broken heart to bind—

The bleeding soul to cure ;
o And, with the treasures of his grace,

T' enrich the humble poor,
e 6 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace,

Thy welcome shall proclaim ;
And heav'n's eternal arches ring

With thy beloved name. Doddridge.

HYMN 14. L. M. Islington. [*]
ChrisPs Example.

1 A ND is the gospel peace and love ?
il. Such let our conversation be.;

The serpent blended with the dove, —
Wisdom and meek simplicity.

2 Whene'er the angry passions rise,

And tempt our thoughts or tongues to strife }
To Jesus let us lift our eyes,
Bright pattern of the Christian life.

3 O how benevolent and kind !
How mild — how ready to forgive !
Be this the temper of our mind,

And these the rules by which we live*

4 To do his heav'nly Father's will,
Was his employment and delight ;
Humility and holy zeal

Shone through his life divinely bright.

5 Dispensing good where'er he came,
The labours of his life were love ;
Then, if we bear the Saviour's name,
By his example let us move. Steele,

Select. 2



514 HYMN 15, 16. Select

HYMN 15. L. M. Weldon. [*]
ChrisPs Transfiguration. Matt, xvii, 4.

1 X/KTHEN at this distance, Lord, we trace

T t The various glories of thy face,
What transport pours o'er all our breast,
And charms our cares and woes to rest !

2 With thee, in the obscurest cell,

On some bleak mountain would I dwelt ;

Rather than pompous courts behold,

And share their grandeur and their gold.
1 3 Away, ye charms of mortal joy !

Raptures divine my thoughts employ !
• I see the King of glory shine : —
% I feel his love, and call him mine.
—4 On Tabor thus his servants view'd

His lustre, when transformed he stood ;

And, bidding earthly scenes farewell,

Cried, "Lord, 'tis pleasant here to dwell.'*

— 5 Yet still our elevated eyes

To nobler visions long to rise ;
o That grand assembly would we join,

Where all thy saints around thee shine.

d 6 That mount — how bright ! those forms— how fair i

o 'Tia good to dwell forever there :

— Come, death, dear envoy of our God,

And bear me to that blest abode. Doddridge .

HYMN 16. L. M. Dresden. [*]
Christ weeping over Jerusalem. Luke xix, 41, 42.
p 1 XyffTH AT venerable sight appears ! —

▼ T The Son of God — dissolv'd in tears!—
Trace, O my soul, with sad surprise,
The sorrows of a Saviour's eyes.

e 2 For Whom, bless'd Jesus, we would know,.
Doth such a sacred torrent flow ? —
What brother, or what friend of thine,
Is grae'd and mourn'd with drops divine ?

— 3 Nor brother, there, nor friend I see—

d But sons of pride and cruelty ;
Who like rapacious tigers stood,
Impatient, panting for thy blood.

x> 4 Dear Lord, and did thy gushing eyct
Thus stream o'er dying 1 enemies ?



Select. HYMN 17. 515

And can thy tenderness forget
The sinner humbled at thy feet ?

e 5 With deep remorse our bowels move,-—

That we have wrong'd such matchless love;
e Thy gentle pity, Lord, display,

And smile these trembling fears away.
— 6 Give us to shine before thy face,

Eternal trophies of thy grace ;
o Where songs of praise thy saints employ,

And mingle with a Saviour's joy. Doddridge.

HYMN 17. 7s. St John's, [b]
Gethsemane .* or, Agony in the Garden. Matt. xxvi,36 — - 45.
"ANY woes had Christ endur'd,
Many sore temptations met,
Patient and to pains inur'd i
e But the sorest trial yet

Was to be sustain'd in thee, —
a Gloomy— sad — Gethsemane !

e 2 Came at length the dreadful night !
d Vengeance, with its iron rod,

Stood, and with collected might,

Bruis'd the harmless Lamb of God j
p See, my soul, the Saviour see —

Prostrate in Gethsemane.

e 3 There my God bore all my guilt ;
—This, through grace, can be believ'd !
e But the torments which he felt,

Are too vast to be conceiv'd :

None can penetrate through thee —
a Doleful — dark — Gethsemane.

4 All my sins against my God —
e All my sins against his laws —

All my sins against his bloody —

All my sins against his cause : —
e Sins as boundless as the sea !

Hide me, O Gethsemane !

-—5 Here's my claim, and here alone f
None a Saviour more can need ;
Deeds of righteousness I've none ;
Not a work that I can plead :
Not a glimpse of hope for me,
Only in Gethsemane



516 HYMN 18, 19. Select

o 6 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
One almighty God of love,
Prais'd by all the heav'uly host,
In thy shining - courts above —
We poor sinners, gracious Three ;
Praise thee for Gethsemane. Hart.



HYMN 18. C. M. China, [b]

The Saviour's Death.
e 1 H.1ROM whence these direful omens round,

J_ Which heav'n and earth amaze !
Wherefore do earthquakes cleave the ground?

Why hides the sun his rays ?
—2 Well may the earth astonish'd shake,

And nature sympathize :
The sun as darkest night be black—
a Their Maker Jesus — dies.
p 3 Behold, fast streaming from the tree

His all atoning blood !
d Is this the Infinite ? — 'tis he —

My Saviour and my God.
p 4 For me — these pangs his soul assail,

For me — this death is borne ;
My sins gave sharpness to the nail,

And pointed ev'ry thorn.
— 5 Let sin no more my soul enslave ;
d Break, Lord, its tyrant chain ;
e O save me, whom thou cam'st to save,

Nor bleed — nor die in vain.

HYMN 19. L. M. Carthage. Munich, [b*]
It is finished. John xix, 30.

1 'fillS fmish'd : — so the Saviour cried;

JL And meekly bow'd his head, and died !
'Tis finishM : — yes, the race is run, —
The battle fought, the vict'ry won.

2 'Tis nnish'd — all that Heav'n decreed.
And all that ancient prophets said,

Is now fulfilPd, as was design'd,
In me, the Saviour of mankind.

3 'Tis flnkh'd: — Aaron now no more
Must stain his robes with purple gore ;
The sacred veil is rent in twain,
The Jewish rites no more remain.



Select. HYMN 20. 517

4 'Tis finished : — this my dying" groan
Shall sins of ev'ry kind atone ;

© Millions shall be redeem'd from death,
■r-Ey this my last expiring breath.

5 'Tis finished : — Heav'n is reconcil'd,
And all the pow'rs of darkness spoil'd:

o Peace, love, and happiness, again
Return and dwell with sinful men.

6 'Tis finish'd: — let the joyful sound
Be heard thro' all the nations round :

s 'Tis finish'd : — let the echo fly,

Thro' heav'n and hell, thro' earth and sky.

Dr. STEjrirfcT.



HYMN 20. L. M. Dresden [b*]
Christ's Dying, Rising, and Reigning,

E dies ! — the Friend of sinners dies !
Lo ! Salem's daughters weep around !



H



a A solemn darkness veils the skies !

d A sudden trembling shakes the ground !

e 2 Come, saints, and drop a tear or two,
For him who gre&n'd beneath your load ;

p He shed a thousand drops for you —
A thousand drops of richer blood.

3 Here's love and grief beyond degree—
a The Lord of glory dies for men !
P But, lo ! what sudden joys we see !
d Jesus the dead — revives again !

q 4 The rising God forsakes the tomb !

Up to his Father's court he flies !
g Cherubic legions guard him home.

And shout him welcome to the skies !

u 5 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell

How high our great Deliv'rer reigns ;
o Sing how he spoil'd the hosts of hell,
d And led the tyrant death — in chains.

s 6 Say, w Live forever glorious King,
" Born to redeem, and strong to save l n

d Then ask — " O death, where is thy sting
" And where thy vict'ry boasting grave ?'•



518 HYMN 21, 22. Select

HYMN 21. 7s. 'Redeeming Love. [*]

Christ's Resurrection. Matt, xxviii, 6.

d 1 TIT ARK ! the herald angels say,

JLJL Christ, the Lord, is ris'n to-day !
o Raise your joys and triumphs high,
Let the glorious tidings fly.

e 2 Love's redeeming work is done !
Th' battle's fought, the vict'ry won !
Lo ! the sun's eclipse is o'er ;
Lo ! he sits in blood no more.

— 3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal —
Christ has burst the gates of hell ;
Death in vain forbids his rise ;
Christ has open'd Paradise.

o 4 Lives again our glorious king,

d " Where, O death, is now thy sting ? M

e Once he died our souls to save,

d " Where's thy vict'ry, boasting grave ?"

— 5 What though once we perish'd all,

Partners of our parents fall ; —
o Second life we shall receive,

And in Christ forever live. Cudworth.

HYMN 22. 7s. Epiphany. [*]

ChrisPs Jlscension.

s 1 TTTTAIL, the day that saw him rise,
JlJl Ravish'd from our wishful eyes
e Christ awhile to mortals giv'n,
o Reascends his native heaven :
— There the pompous triumph waits ;
e Lift your heads, eternal gates !

" Wide unfold the radiant scene,

u Take the King of glory in !"

— & Him tho' highest heav'n receives,
Still he loves the earth he leaves ;
Tho' returning to his throne,
Still he calls mankind his own.
Still for us he intercedes,
Prevalent his death he pleads ;
Next himself prepares a place,
Harbinger of human race.



Select HYMN 23. 519

e 3 Master, (may we ever say,)

Taken from the world away,

See thy faithful servants, see,

Ever gazing up to thee.

Grant, though parted from our sight,
— High above yon azure height, —

Grant owe souls may thither rise —

Foll'wing thee beyond the skies.
© 4 Ever upward let us move,

Wafted on the wings of love ;

Looking when our Lord shall come—

Looking for a happier home.
© There we shall with thee remain,

Partners of thy endless rergn ;

Thers thy face unclouded see —

Find a heav'n of heav'ns in thee.

HYMN 23. L. M. Oporto. [*]

Christ's Death, Resurrection, and JLsctnswn. Acta

ii, 32—36.

1 £^OME tune, ye saints, your noblest strains,
^Ly Your dying, rising Lord to sing;

And echo, to the heavenly plains,
The triumphs of your Saviour King.

2 In songs of grateful rapture tell,
How be subdu'd your potent, foe? ;
Subdu'd the pow'rs of death and hell,
And, dying, finish'd all your woes.

3 Then to his glorious throne on high,
Return'd ; while hymning angels round,
Thro' the bright arches of the sky,
The God, the conquering God, resound.

4 Almighty love, victorious pow'r I
Not angel tongues can e'er display
The wonders of that dreadful hour — •
The joys of that illustrious day.

5 Then well may mortals try in vain,
In vain their feeble voices raise ;
Yet Jesus hears the humble strain,
And kindly owns our wish to praise.

<6 Dear Saviour, let thy wondrous grace,

Fill ev'ry heart, and every tongue ;

Till the full glories of thy face,

Inspire a swaeeler, nobler song. Steele.



520 HYMN 24, 25. Select

HYMN 24. 7s. Redeeming Lwe. [*]
Christ's Resurrection and Ascension. Matt, xxviij, 2.
d 1 A NGELS, roll the rock away !

XjL Death, yield up the mighty prey !
s See, the Saviour quits the tomb-^-
Glowing with immortal bloom.

u 2 Shout, ye seraphs; Gabriel, raise

Fame's eternal trump of praise ;
— -Let the earth's remotest bound

Echo to the blissful sound.

p 3 Now, ye saints, lift up your eyes ;

See the Conqueror mount the skies ;

Troops of angels on the road,

Hail and sing th' incarnate God.
g 4 Heav'n unfolds her portals wider-r

Glorious Hero, thro' them ride ;

King of glory, mount thy throne.

Boundless empire is thine own.
s 5 Praise him, ye celestial choirs,

Praise, and sweep your golden lyres \

Praise him in the noblest songs,

From ten thousand thousand tongues.
— 6 Let Emmanuel be ador'd —
d Ransom, Mediator, Lord ;
o To creation's utmost bound,

Let th' immortal praise resound. Gibbons

HYMN 25. 8, 7, & 4- Tamworth. [*]

Praise to the Redeemer.
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