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3 High above every name,

Jesus, the great I AM! Bow to Jesus every knee, Things in heaven, and earth, and hell; Saints adore him, demons flee,

Fiends, and men, and angels feel. 4 He left his throne above,

Emptied of all but love;
Whom the heavens can not retain,
God vouchsafed a worm to appear,
Lord of Glory, Son of Man,

Poor, and vile, and abject here. 5 Hail! Galilean King,

Thy humble state I sing!
Never shall my triumphs end:
Hail, derided Majesty;
Jesus, hail! the sinner's Friend,
Friend of publicans—and me!


[L. B. 224.] L. M.
LET all that breathe, Jehovah praise,
Almighty, all-creating Lord;
Let earth and heaven his power confess,

Brought out of nothing by his word. 2 He spake the word, and it was done!

The universe his word obey'd;
His Word is his eternal Son,

And Christ the whole creation made. 3 Jesus, the Lord and God most high,

Maker of all mankind and me!
Me thou hast made to glorify,
To know, and love, and live to thee.


[L. B. 310*] 8 lines 8. This, this is the God we adore ; Our faithful, unchangeable Friend,

Whose love is as great as his power,
And neither knows measure nor end:
'Tis Jesus, the First and the Last,
Whose Spirit shall guide us safe home:
We'll praise him for all that is past,
And trust him for all that's to come.

[s. B. 50.]

L. M. Now let us raise our cheerful strains, And join the blissful choir above: There our exalted Saviour reigns,

And there they sing his wondrous love. 2 While seraphs tune the immortal song,

O may we feel the sacred flame;
And every heart, and every tongue,

Adore the Saviour's glorious name 3 Jesus, who died upon the tree,

In agonizing pains expired;
Who died for rebels—yes, 'tis he!

How bright! how lovely! how admired! 4 Jesus, who died that we might live,

Died in the wretched traitor's place :
O what returns can mortals give,

For such immeasurable grace? 5 Were universal nature ours,

And art, with all her boasted store ;
Nature and art, with all their powers,

Would still confess the offer poor. 6 Yet, though for bounty so divine,

We ne'er can equal honours raise ;
Jesus, may all our hearts be thine,

And all our lives proclaim thy praise. 196.

[s. B. 55.] C. M. Jesus, I love thy charming name;

'Tis music to my ear :

Fain would I sound it out so loud,

That earth and heaven might 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 does richly meet;
Nor to my eyes is light so dear,

Nor friendship half so sweet.
4 Thy grace shall dwell upon my heart,

And shed 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;
And dying, clasp thee in my arms,

The antidote of death. 197.

[s. B. 56.] C. M.
How sweet the name of Jesus sounds

In a believer's ear:
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,

And drives away his fear.
2 It makes the wounded spirit whole,

And calms the troubled breast; 'Tis manna to the hungry soul,

And to the weary rest. 3 Dear name! the rock on which I build ;

My shield and hiding-place;
My never-failing treasury, fill’d

With boundless stores of grace. 4 Jesus, my Shepherd, Husband, Friend,

My Prophet, Priest, and King;
My Lord, my Life, my way, my End,

Accept the praise I bring.


5 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.
6 Till then I would thy love proclaim,

With every fleeting breath;
And may the music of thy name

Refresh my soul in death. 198.

[s. B. 58.] C. M. Come, let us join our cheerful songs,

With angels round the throne; Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,

But all their joys are one.
2 Worthy the Lamb that died, they cry,

To be exalted thus;
Worthy the Lamb, our hearts reply,

For he was slain for us. 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 earth, and air, and seas, Conspire to raise thy glories high,

And spread thy 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.

[s. B. 65.]

L. M.
Now in a song of grateful praise,
To my dear Lord my voice I'll raise;
With all his saints I'll join to tell,
My Jesus has done all things well.

2 All works his glorious power confess;

His wisdom all his works express;
But O! his love, what tongue can tell!

My Jesus has done all things well.
3 How sovereign, wonderful, and free,

Has been his love to sinful me:
This plucked me from the jaws of hell:

My Jesus has done all things well.
4 I spurn'd his grace, I broke his laws,

And yet he undertook my cause,
To save me, though I did rebel:

My Jesus has done all things well.
5 And since my soul has known his love,

What mercies has he made me prove!
Mercies which do all praise excel:

My Jesus has done all things well. 6 Though many a fiery flaming dart,

The tempter levels at my heart;
With this I all his rage repel,

My Jesus has done all things well.
7 Soon shall I pass the vale of death,

And in his arms shall lose my breath;
Yet then my happy soul shall tell,

My Jesus has done all things well.
8 And when to that bright world I rise,

And join the anthems in the skies;
Above the rest this note shall swell,
My Jesus has done all things well.


[s. B. 66.] 4 lines 6 & 2-8.
COME, every pious heart,
That loves the Saviour's name,
Your noblest powers exert,

To celebrate his fame!
Tell all above, and all below,
The debt of love to him we owe.

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