What tho' we change our place,
Yet we shall never cease
Praising his name:
To him our songs we bring,
Hail him our gracious King,
And without ceasing sing,
Worthy the Lamb.
Then let the hosts above,
In realms of endless love,
Praise his dear name:
To him ascribed be
Honour and majesty,
Thro' all eternity,
Worthy the Lamb.
124. The Name of Jesus.
How sweet the name of Jesus sounds
In a believer's ear!
It sooths his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear.
It makes the wounded spirit whole,
And calms the troubled breast;
'Tis manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary rest.
Dear name! the rock on which I build,
My shield and hiding place;
My never-failing treas`ry fill'd
With boundless stores of grace.
By thee my prayers acceptance gain,
Altho' with sin detil'd;
Satan accuses me in vain,
And I am own'd a child.
Jesus! my shepherd, husband, friend,
My prophet, priest, and king;
My Lord, my life, my way, my end,
Accept the praise I bring.
Weak is the effort of my heart.
And cold my warmest thought;
But when I see thee as thou art,
I'll praise thee as I ought.
Till then I would thy love proclaim
With ev'ry fleeting breath:
And may the music of thy name
Refresh my soul in death.
125. Jesus none besides.
Hew tedious and tasteless the hours
When Jesus no longer I see;
Sweet prospects, sweet birds and sweet flow'rs,
Have lost all their sweetness with me;
The midsummer sun shines but dim,
The fields strive in vain to look gay;
But when I am happy in him,
December's as pleasant as May.
His name yields the richest perfume,
And sweeter than music his voice;
His presence disperses my gloom,
And makes all within me rejoice:
I should, were he always so nigh,
Have nothing to wish or to fear;
No mortal so happy as I,
My summer would last all the
Content with beholding his face,
My all to his pleasure resign'd;
No changes of season or place,
Would make any change in my mind:
While bless'd with a sense of his love,
A palace a toy would appear:
And prisons would palaces prove,
If Jesus would dwell with me there.
Dear Lord, if indeed I am thine,
If thou art my sun and my song;
Say, why do I languish and pine,
And why are my winters so long?
O drive these dark clouds from my sky,
Thy soul cheering presence restore;
Or take me unto thee on high,
Where winter and clouds are no more,
How heavy is the night
That hangs upon our eyes,
Till Christ with his reviving light,
Over our souls arise!
Our guilty spirits dread
To meet the wrath of heaven;
But in his righteousness array'd,
We see our sins forgiv'n.
Unholy and impure
Are all our thoughts and ways,
His hands infected nature cure
With sanctifying grace.
The pow'rs of hell agree
To hold our souls in vain ;
He sets the sons of bondage free,
And breaks the cursed chain.
Lord we adore thy ways,
To bring us near to God;
Thy sov'reiga power, thy healing grace,
And thine atoning blood.
127. Praise to Jesus.
Now to the Lord a noble song!
Awake, my soul, awake my tongue;
Hosanna to th' eternal name,
And all his bondless love proclaim.
See where it shines in Jesus' face,
The brightest image of his grace;
God, in the person of his Son,
Hath all his mightiest works outdone.
Grace! 'tis a sweet a charming theme;
My thoughts rejoice at Jesus' name!
Ye angels, dwell upon the sound;
Ye heav'ns, reflect it to the ground!
Oh! may I live to reach the place
Where he unveils his lovely face!
Where all his beauties you behold,
And sing his name to harps of gold!
128. The Saviour's Grace.
How sad our state by nature is!
Our sin how deep it stains!
And Satan binds our captive minds
Fast in his slavish chains.
But there's a voice of sov'reign grace
Sounds from the sacred word;
Ho! ye despairing sinners come,
And trust upon the Lord.
O may we hear th' Almighty call,
And run to this relief!
We would believe thy promise, Lord;
O help our unbelief!
To the blest fountain of thy blood,
Teach us, O Lord, to fly!
There may we wash our spotted souls
From sins of deepest dye!
Stretch out thine arm, victorious King,
Our reigning sins subdue;
Drive the old Dragon from his seat,
And form our souls anew.
Foor, guilty, weak, and helpless worms,
On thy kind arm we fall;
Be thou our strength and righteousness, Our Jesus, and our all!
129. Praise to the Redeemer
HAIL, thou once despised Jesus!
Hail, thou Galilean King!
Thou didst suffer to release us;
Thou didst free salvation bring:
Hail, thou agonizing Saviour,
Bearer of our sin and shame!
By thy merits we find favour;
Life is given through thy name.
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