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3 Come, Lord, Thy love alone can raise

In us the heav'nly flame;
Then shall our lips resound Thy praise,

Our hearts adore Thy name.

4 Dear Saviour, let Thy glory shine,

And fill Thy dwellings here,
Till life, and love, and joy divine

A heav'n on earth appear.
5 Then shall our hearts enraptured say,

Come, great Redeemer, come!
And bring the bright, the glorious day,
That calls Thy children home.

Anne Steele.


S. M. 81. CROWN Him with many crowns,

The Lamb upon His throne ;
Hark! how the heav'nly anthem drowns

All music but its own ;
Awake, my soul, and sing

Of Him who died for thee,
And hail Him as thy matchless King

Thro' all eternity.
2 Crown Him the Virgin's Son,

The God incarnate born,
Whose arm those crimson trophies won

Which now His brow adorn;
Fruit of the mystic rose,

As of that rose the stem ;
The root whence mercy ever flows,

The Babe of Bethlehem.

3 Crown Him the Lord of love ;

Behold His hands and side,
Rich wounds, yet visible above

In beauty glorified:
No angel in the sky

Can fully bear that sight,
But downward bends his wond'ring eye

At mysteries so bright.
4 Crown Him the Lord of peace,

Whose power a sceptre sways From pole to pole, that wars may cease,

And all be prayer and praise.
His reign shall know no end,

And round His piercèd feet
Fair flowers of Paradise extend

Their fragrance ever sweet.
5 Crown Him the Lord of years,

The potentate of time,
Creator of the rolling spheres,

Ineffably sublime.
All hail, Redeemer, hail !

For Thou hast died for me ;
Thy praise shall never, never fail
Throughout eternity.

M. Bridges. 31

S. M. 81.
COME, sound His praise abroad,

And hymns of glory sing:
Jehovah is the sovereign God,

The universal King.
He formed the deeps unknown,

He gave the seas their bound;
The watery worlds are all His own,

And all the solid ground.
2 Come, worship at His throne;

Come, bow before the Lord :

We are His works, and not our own;

He formed us by His word.
To-day attend His voice,

Nor dare provoke His rod;
Come, like the people of His choice,
And own your gracious God.

1. Watts.


10s. As PANTS the wearied hart for cooling

springs, That sinks exhausted in the summer's

chase, So pants my soul for Thee, great King of

kings, So thirsts to reach Thy sacred dwelling

place. 2 Lord, Thy sure mercies, ever in my sight, My heart shall gladden through the tedi

ous day; And 'midst the dark and gloomy shades of

night, To Thee, my God, I'll tune the grateful

lay. 3 Why faint, my soul ? why doubt Jehovah's

aid ? Thy God the God of mercy still shall

prove ; Within His courts thy thanks shall yet be

paid ; Unquestioned be His faithfulness and love.

Tr. G. Gregory.

R. Lowth.


10s. FATHER, again in Jesus' name we meet, And bow in penitence beneath Thy feet;

But now,

Again to Thee our feeble voices raise,

To sue for mercy, and to sing Thy praise. 2 Oh, we would bless Thee for Thy ceaseless

care, And all Thy work from day to day declare ! Is not our life with hourly mercies crowned ?

Does not Thine arm encircle us around ? 3 Alas! unworthy of Thy boundless love, Too oft with careless feet from Thee we rove;

encouraged by Thy voice, we come, Returning sinners, to a Father's home. 4 Oh, by that name in which all fulness

dwells, Oh, by that 'love which every love excels, Oh, by that blood so freely shed for sin, Open blest mercy's gate, and take us in !

L. E. G. Whitmore. 34

C. M. 81.
OVERY God of very God,

And very Light of Light,
Thy feet this earth's dark valley trod,

That so it might be bright.
Our hopes are weak, our fears are strong,

Thick darkness blinds our eyes ;
Cold is the night, and oh, we long

That Thou, our sun, wouldst rise. 2 And even now, though dull and gray,

The east is brightening fast,
And kindling to the perfect day

That never shall be past.
Oh, guide us till our path is done,

And we have reached the shore
Where Thou, our everlasting sun,

Art shining evermore.

3 We wait in faith, and turn our face

To where the daylight springs,
Till Thou shalt come, our gloom to chase,

With healing in Thy wings.
To God the Father, power and might

Both now and ever be ;
To Him that is the light of light,
And, Holy Ghost, to Thee !

J. M. Neale.


8,7,8,7,4,7. GLORY be to God the Father,

Glory be to God the Son,
Glory be to God the Spirit,
Great Jehovah, Three in One!

Glory, glory,
While eternal ages run!
2 Glory be to Him who loved us,

Washed us from each spot and stain ;
Glory be to Him who bought us,
Made us kings with him to reign !

Glory, glory,
To the Lamb that once was slain !
3 Glory to the King of angels,

Glory to the Church's King,
Glory to the King of nations,
Heaven and earth your praises bring !

Glory, glory,
To the King of glory bring !
4 Glory, blessing, praise eternal !

Thus the choir of angels sings ;
Honor, riches, power, dominion !
Thus its praise creation brings,

Glory, glory,
Glory to the King of kings !

11. Bonar.

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