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ROCKINGHAM, L. M.
1. WHEN I survey the wondrous Cross
On which the Prince of Glory died,
And pour contempt on all my pride. 2. Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the Cross of Christ, my God :
I quit them all for Jesus' blood.
Sorrow and love flow mingled down :
Or thorns compose so rich a crown? 4. Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were an off'ring far too small :
Demands my life, my soul, my all.
My grateful pow'rs shall sound Thy praise;
And echo to the silent night.
And sorrows tear my throbbing breast,
Shall check the murmur and the sigh. 3. And oh, when my last conflict's o'er,
And I am chain'd to flesh no more,
To join the music of the skies !
That echo o'er the heav'nly plains,
The glowing seraphs round Thy throne.) 6. The cheerful tribute will I give
Long as a deathless soul can live;
TRURO, L. M.
1. JESUS shall reign where'er the sun
Does his successive journeys run;
Till moons shall wax and wane no more. 2. To Him shall endless prayer be made,
And princes throng to crown His head;
With every morning sacrifice.
Dwell on His love with sweetest song; , ,
And all the sons of want are blest. 5. Let every creature rise and bring
Peculiar honours to our King;
1. ARM of the Lord, awake, awake!
Thine own immortal strength put on ! With terror cloth’d, hell's kingdom shake,
And cast Thy foes with fury down ! 2. As in the ancient days appear !
The sacred annals speak Thy fame : Be now omnipotently near,
To endless ages still the same.
To Thee the ransom'd seed shall come;