114. Christ our Sacrifice. HARWICH. ALL ye that pass by, To Jesus draw nigh; To you is it nothing that Jesus should die? Our ransom and peace, Our surety he is; Come, see if there ever was sorrow like his. He dies to atone For sins not his own; The Father hath punish'd for us his dear Son. O may we embrace The ransoming grace Of him who hath suffer'd and died in our place. With joy we approve The design of his love; 'Tis a wonder below and a wonder above. 115. After Sermon. JESUS, our Lord, Thy name be ador'd WINWICK. For all the rich blessings convey'd through thy word! In spirit we trace Thy wonders of grace, And cheerfully join in a concert of praise. The trumpet of God The language of mercy-salvation through blood. Thrice happy are they Who hear and obey, And share in the blessings of this gospel-day. This blessing be mine But, O my Redeemer, the glory be thine! The work is of grace, Thine, thine be the praise! And mine to adore thee, and tell of thy ways. 116. Nativity. NATIVITY. LIFT up your heads in joyful hope, Proclaims the glad hour; Lo! Jesus the Saviour is born! Then let us join the heav'ns above, For their Lord is ours, Our Prophet, our Priest, and our King. 117. The Pilgrim. PORTSMOUTH NEW. I launch into the deep, Where sin lulls all asleep. What though the waves are strong, What though tempestuous winds Distress me all along; My compass is his word: While I have such a Lord. A prosp'rous gale of grace, To heav'n my destin'd place. a K 118. Everlasting Love. carey's. . CAREY's. THOUGH waves and storms go o'er my head; Though strength and health and friends be gone; Though ev'ry comfort be withdrawn: Though my heart fail, and flesh decay; This anchor shall my soul sustain, When earth's foundations melt away: Mercy's full pow'r I then shall prove, Lov'd with an everlasting love! 119. Crowning Jesus. MILES'S LANE. ALL hail the great Immanuel's name! Let angels prostrate fall; Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown him Lord of all. Let high-born seraphs tune the lyre, And as they tune it, fall And crown him Lord of all. Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget The wormwood and the gall; And crown him Lord of all. Let ev'ry tribe and ev'ry tongue That bound creation's ball, Now shout in universal song, The crowned Lord of all. ALL hail the great Immanuel's name; Let angels prostrate fall; Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown him Lord of all. Crown him, ye morning stars of light, Who fix'd this floating ball; Now hail the strength of Israel's might, And crown him Lord of all. Crown him, ye martyrs of your God, Who from his altar call; Extol the stem of Jesse's rod, And crown him Lord of all. Ye seed of Israel's chosen race, Ye ransom'd from the fall; Hail him, who saves you by his grace, And crown him Lord of all. |