Jesus is kind to our complaints, 4 Thou hast redeemed our souls with blood, Hast made us kings and priests to God, 5 Now to the Lamb that once was slain, 136 C. M. Nottingham. Medford 1 HE, who on earth as man was known, 2 His hands the wheels of nature guide And countless worlds, extended wide, 3 While harps unnumbered sound his praise, His saints on earth admire his ways, 4 When troubles, like a burning sun, To this almighty rock they run, 5 How glorious he-how happy they, 137 Whose love secures them all the way, L. M. Alfreton. Uxbridge 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, 3 Now they are sent to guide our feet Through all the dangers that we meet, 138 Safe to conduct our spirits home. L. M. Lowell. Enfield Christ exalted to be a Prince and a Saviour. 139 The sovereign triumphs of thy grace; Christ crowned as Lord of All. 1 ALL hail, the great Immanuel's name! And crown him Lord of all. 2 Crown him, ye martyrs of our God, Praise him who shed for you his blood, 3 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race, 4 Ye gentile sinners, ne'er forget 5 Let every kindred-every tribe, 6 Oh! that with yonder sacred throng, And join the everlasting song, 140 8s 7s & 4s. Westborough. 1 LOOK! ye saints-the sight is glorious; Crowns become the victor's brow. 1 2 Hark! those bursts of acclamationHark!--those loud, triumphant chords— Jesus takes the highest station: ff Oh, what joy the sight affords! King of kings, and Lord of lords! 141 P f 6s & 48. Christ's final Triumph. Italian Hymn. 1 LET us awake our joys, Strike up with cheerful voice, 2 Proclaim abroad his name, Shout through hell's dark profound; 3 He vanquished sin and hell, His dying love adore Praise him, now raised in power, With joyful voice. 4 All hail the glorious day, When through the heavenly way Lo, he shall come! While they who pierced him wail— Saints, see your King prevail : Great Saviour, come. 142 P f Aff Pity and Condescension of Christ. 1 THE Saviour! oh, what endless charms For guilty rebels, lost in sin, 3 Th' almighty Former of the skies, While angels view with wondering eyes, 4 How rich the depths of love divine! Dear Saviour, let me call thee mine— 5 On thee alone my hope relies; 143 my all! 1 BEHOLD what pity touched the heart Descending from the heavenly court, 2 His living power, and dying love, And raised the ruins of our race 3 To thee, O Lord, our noblest powers 144 Blest Jesus, take us for thy own, Safe trusting in Christ. 1 LET everlasting glories crown Thy head, my Saviour, and my Lord; 2 In vain the trembling conscience seeks With deep despair-the spirit breaks, 3 How well thy blessed truths agree! 145 L. M. How firm our hope, our comfort stands! Nor from the heavenly way depart! Direct my steps--and rule my heart. 146 7s. Pleyel's Hymn. Edyfiel Redeeming Love. 1 NOW begin the heavenly theme, 4 Hither, then, your tribute bring, 147 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. |