HYMN 213. C. M. [#]
Coronation of Christ.
1 ALL hail the power of Jesus' name! Let angels prostrate fall:
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And own him Lord of all.
2 Ye wandering seed of Israel's race, A remnant weak and small,
Praise him who saves you by his grace, And own him Lord of all.
3 Ye Gentile sinners, ne'er forget The wormwood and the gall; Go, spread your trophies at his feet, And own him Lord of all.
4 Babes, men, and sires, who know his love, Who feel your sin and thrall, Now join with all the hosts above, And own him Lord of all.
5 And when with yonder sacred throng We at his feet shall fall,
We'll chant the everlasting song, And own him Lord of all.
HYMN 214. L. M. [#]
Ascriptions to Christ.
1 Lo, what enraptured songs of praise
Resound through heaven to Christ the Lamb! Adoring angels on him gaze,
And swell the golden trump of fame. 2 Amid his smiles and glories bright Transported millions round him bend, And, robed in life's primeval light, The honours of his cross extend. 3 Salvation to the Lamb, they cry,
That sits upon the shining throne, Who once for sinful men did die, That he might seek and bring them home 4 Hosanna! all have joined the song, In heaven, in earth, and in the seas; Salvation sounds from every tongue In swelling notes of ceaseless praise.
HYMN 215. C. M. [#]
Redeemer's Praise.
IO, FOR a thousand tongues, to sing My dear Redeemer's praise, The glories of my Lord and King, The triumphs of his grace!
2 Jesus, the name that charms our fears, That bids our sorrows cease,-
"Tis music in the sinner's ears, "Tis life, and health, and peace.
3 He speaks, and, listening to his voice, New life the dead receive;
The mournful, broken hearts rejoice, The humble poor believe.
4 Hear him, ye deaf: his praise, ye dumb, Your loosened tongues employ : Ye blind, behold your Saviour come, And leap, ye lame, for joy.
1 YE servants of Christ, Your Master proclaim, And publish abroad
His wonderful name: The name all-victorious Of Jesus extol; His kingdom is glorious, And rules over all.
2 He ruleth on high, Almighty to save, And still he is nigh; His presence we have: The great congregation His triumph shall sing, Ascribing salvation
To Jesus our King.
3 Then let us adore,
And give him his right, All glory and power, And wisdom and might;
HYMN 217. C. M. [#] Worthy the Lamb.
1 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 lips 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 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.
HYMN 218. C. M. [#]
Praise to the Lamb.
1 BEHOLD the glories of the Lamb Amidst his Father's throne: Prepare new honours for his name, And songs before unknown.
2 Let elders worship at his feet, The church adore around, With vials full of odours sweet, And harps of sweeter sound.
3 Now to the Lamb, that once was slain, Be endless blessings paid; Salvation, glory, joy, remain
Forever on his head.
4 He has redeemed our souls with blood; Has set us free from sin;
Has made us kings and priests to God, And we shall reign with him.
5 The worlds of nature and of grace put beneath his power:
Then shorten these delaying days, And bring the promised hour.
1 Love divine, all love excelling, Joy of heaven, to earth come down, Fix in us thy humble dwelling; All thy faithful mercies crown :
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