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1. WHEN I survey the wond'rous Cross
On which the Prince of Glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,

And pour contempt on all my pride.
2. Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the Cross of Christ, my God:
The hopes that once I trusted most,
I quit them all for Jesus' blood.

3. See from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down:
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

4. Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were an off'ring far too small :
A love so boundless, so divine,
Demands my life, my soul, my all.

PSALM CLXVI.

1. GOD of my life, through all its days
My grateful pow'rs shall sound Thy praise;
The song shall wake with op'ning light,
And echo to the silent night.

2. When anxious cares would break my rest,
And sorrows tear my throbbing breast,
Thy tuneful praises, rais'd on high,
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,
With what glad accents shall I rise
To join the music of the skies !

4. (Soon shall I learn th' exalted strains
That echo o'er the heav'nly plains,
And emulate with joy unknown
The glowing seraphs round Thy throne.)

5. The cheerful tribute will I give
Long as a deathless soul can live;
A work so sweet, a theme so high,
Demands and crowns eternity.

WATTS.

DODDRIDGE.

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1. JESUS shall reign where'er the sun
Does his successive journeys run;

His kingdom stretch from shore to shore,
Till moons shall wax and wane no more.

2. To Him shall endless prayer be made,
And princes throng to crown His head;
His name like sweet perfume shall rise
With every morning sacrifice.

3. People and realms of every tongue
Dwell on His love with sweetest song;
And infant voices shall proclaim
Their early blessings on His name.

4. Blessings abound where'er He reigns;
The pris'ner leaps to lose his chains,
The weary find eternal rest,

And all the sons of want are blest.

5. Let every creature rise and bring
Peculiar honours to our King;
Angels descend with songs again,
And earth repeat the loud Amen.

WATTS.

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.

3. By death and hell pursued in vain,

To Thee the ransom'd seed shall come;

Shouting, their heavenly Zion gain,

And pass, through death, triumphant home.

C. WESLEY.

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