3 Jesus is worthy to receive
Honour and power divine ;
And blessings more than we can give,
Be, Lord, for ever thine.

4 Let all that dwell above the sky,
And air, and earth, and seas,
Conspire to lift thy glories high,
And speak thine endless praise.
5 The whole creation join in one
To bless the sacred name,
Of him that sits upon the throne,
And to adore the Lamb.

483.

Christ's Exaltation. (L. M.)

HAT equal honours shall we bring

1 WHA

To thee, O Lord, our God, the Lamb?

When all the notes that angels sing,
Are far inferior to thy name?

2 Worthy is he that once was slain,

The Prince of Peace, that groan'd and dy'd,
Worthy to rise, and live, and reign

At his Almighty Father's side.

3 Power and dominion are his due,
Who stood condemn'd at Pilate's bar :

Wisdom belongs to Jesus too,

Though he was charg'd with madness here.

4 All riches are his native right,
Yet he sustain'd amazing loss:
To him ascribe eternal might,
Who left his weakness on the cross.

5 Honour immortal must be paid,
Instead of scandal and of scorn:
While glory shines around his head,
And a bright crown without a thorn.
6 Blessings for ever on the Lamb,
Who bore the curse for wretched men :
Let angels sound his sacred name,
And every creature say, Amen.

484.

Praise to the Redeemer. (C. M.)

1 PLUNG'D in a gulph of dark despair,
We wretched sinners lay,
Without one cheerful beam of hope,
Or spark of glimmering day.

2 With pitying eyes, the Prince of Grace
Beheld our helpless grief;

He saw, and (O amazing love!)

He ran to our relief.

3 Down from the shining seats above,
With joyful haste he fled,
Enter'd the grave in mortal flesh,
And dwelt among the dead.

4 O for this love, let rocks and hills
Their lasting silence break,
And all harmonious human tongues,
The Saviour's praises speak.

5 Angels, assist our mighty joys,
Strike all your harps of gold;

But when you raise your highest notes,
His love can ne'er be told.

485. Desiring to praise Christ. Isaiah xlii. 10—17.

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(P. M.)

WHAT shall I do my Saviour to praise! So faithful and true, so plenteous in grace; So strong to deliver, so good to redeem The weakest believer that hangs upon him! 2 How happy the man whose heart is set free, The people that can be joyful in thee! Their joy is to walk in the light of thy face, And still they are talking, of Jesu's grace. 3 Their daily delight shall be in thy name, They shall as their right thy righteousness claim: Thy righteousness wearing, and cleans'd by thy blood,

Bold shall they appear in the presence of God.. 4 For thou art their boast, their glory, and power; And I also trust to see the glad hour;

My soul's new creation, a life from the dead, The day of salvation, that lifts up my head.. 5 Yes, Lord, I shall see the bliss of thine own; Thy secret to me shall soon be made known: For sorrow and sadness I joy shall receive, And share in the gladness of all that believe.

486. A Song of Praise to the Saviour. Rev. xv. 3.

1

(S. M.)

AWAKE, and sing the song

Of Moses and the Lamb;
Wake, every heart and every tongue,
To praise the Saviour's name.

2

3

4

5

Sing of his dying love,
Sing of his rising pow'r;
Sing how he intercedes above,
For those whose sins he bore.

Sing till we feel our hearts
Ascending with our tongues;
Sing till the love of sin departs,
And grace inspires our songs.

Soon shall we hear him say,
"Ye blessed children, come;"
Soon will be call us hence away,
And take his wanderers home.

There shall our raptur'd tongue
His endless praise proclaim;
And sweeter voices tune the song
Of Moses and the Lamb.

487. The same. 1 Peter ii. 7. (C. M.)

1 JESUS, I love thy charming name,
music to mine ear;

Fain would I sound it out so loud,
That earth and heaven may hear.

2 Yes, thou art precious to my soul,
My transport and my trust;
Jewels to thee are gaudy toys,
And gold is sordid dust.

3 All my capacious powers can wish,
In thee doth richly meet;

Nor to mine eyes is light so dear,
Nor friendship half so sweet.

4 Thy grace still dwells upon my heart,
And sheds its fragrance there!
The noblest balm of all its wounds,
The cordial of its care.

5 I'll speak the honours of thy name,
With my last labouring breath;
Then speechless clasp thee in my arms,
The antidote of death.

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The same. Rev. v. 13. (P. M.)

LORY to God on high:
Let heaven and earth reply,
"Praise ye his name!"
Angels, his love adore,

Who all our sorrows bore;
And saints, cry evermore,
Worthy the Lamb !"

All they around the throne,
Cheerfully join in one,
Praising his name:

We who have felt his blood
Sealing our peace with God,
Sound his dear name abroad,
"Worthy the Lamb!"

Join all the ransom'd race,
Our Lord and God to bless;

Praise ye his name!

In him we will rejoice,

Making a cheerful noise;

And shout, with heart and voice,

"Worthy the Lamb !"