f" 4 Now to the Lamb, that once was slain,
Be endless blessings paid;
Salvation, glory, joy, remain
For ever, on thy head.
5 Thou hast redeemed our souls with blood,
Hast set the pris'ners free,
Hast made us kings and priests to God,
And we shall reign with thee.
HYMN 107, C. M.,
Asking the Presence of Christ.
COME, thou desire of all thy saints!
humble strains attend,
While, with our praises and complaints,
Low at thy feet we bend.
2 How should our songs, like those above,
With warm devotion rise!
How should our souls, on wings of love,
Mount upward to the skies!
3 Come, Lord! thy love alone can raise
In us the heavenly flame;
Then shall our lips resound thy praise,
Our hearts adore thy name.
4 Dear Saviour! let thy glory shine,
And fill thy dwellings here,
Till life, and love, and joy divine
A heaven on earth appear.
5 Then shall our hearts enraptured say,-
Come, great Redeemer! come,
And bring the bright, the glorious day,
That calls thy children home.
Divinity of Christ proved by his Miracles.
mf" 1 BEHOLD! the blind their sight receive;
Behold! the dead awake and live;
The dumb speak wonders, and the lame
Leap like the hart, and bless his name.
2 Thus doth th' eternal Spirit own
And seal the mission of the Son:
The Father vindicates his cause,
'While he hangs bleeding on the cross.
3 He dies-the heavens in mourning stocd!——
He rises and appears a God;
Behold the Lord ascending high,—
No more to bleed-no more to die!
my 4 Hence, and for ever, from my heart
I bid my doubts and fears depart;
And to those hands my soul resign,
Which bear credentials so divine.
HYMN 109, L. M.
Christ, our Righteousness.
TESUS! thy robe of righteousness
My beauty is, my glorious dress:
Mid flaming worlds, in this arrayed,
With joy shall I lift up my head.
2 When, from the dust of death, I rise
To claim my mansion in the skies,
E'en then shall this be all my plea,
"Jesus hath lived and died for me.
3 This spotless robe the same appears,
When ruined nature sinks in years;
No age can change its glorious hue ;-
The robe of Christ is ever new.
4 Oh! let the dead now hear thy voice;
Now bid thy banished ones rejoice;
Their beauty this-their glorious dress-
Jesus, the Lord, our righteousness.
HYMN 110, L. M.
The Example of Christ.
Y dear Redeemer and my Lord!
I read my duty in thy word;
But in thy life the law appears,
Drawn out in living characters.
2 Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal,
Such deference to thy Father's will,
Such love and meekness so divine,
I would transcribe and make them mino
3 Cold mountains, and the midnight air,
Witnessed the fervor of thy prayer;
The desert thy temptations knew,
Thy conflict, and thy vict'ry too.
4 Be thou my pattern ;-make me bear
More of thy gracious image here;
Then God, the judge, shall own my name,
Among the foll'wers of the Lamb.
HYMN 111, 6s and 4s.
Worthy the Lamb.
LORY to God on high!
U Let heaven and earth reply---
"Praise ye his name!"
His love and grace adore,
Who all our sorrows bore;
And sing for evermore-
"Worthy the Lamb!”
2 Ye, who surround the throne!
Cheerfully join in one,
Praising his name:
Ye, who have felt his blood
Sealing your peace with God!
Sound his dear name abroad,:
Worthy the Lamb!"
3 Join, all ye ransomed race!
Our Lord and God to bless;
Praise ye his name:
In him we will rejoice,
And make a joyful noise,
Shouting with heart and voice-
"Worthy the Lamb!"
4 Soon must we change our place,
Yet will we never cease
Praising his name :
To him our songs we'll bring,
Hail him our gracious King,
And through all ages sing-
Worthy the Lamb!"
HYMN 112, C. M.
Praise from Saints and Angels.
COME, let us join our cheerful songs,
With angels round the throne;
Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,
But all their joys are one.
"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
Honor and power divine;
And blessings, more than we can give,
Be, Lord! for ever thine.
4 Let all who 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 who sits upon the throne,
And to adore the Lamb.
HYMN 113, L. M.
Blessing and Honor to the Lamb.
HAT equal honors shall we bring
To thee, O Lord, our God, the Lamb!
When all the notes, that angels sing,
Are far inferior to thy name?
mf 2 Worthy is he who once was slain,
The Prince of peace, who groaned and died,-
Worthy to rise, and live, and reign,
At his almighty Father's side.
3 Honor immortal must be paid,
Instead of scandal and of scorn;
While glory shines around his head,
And a bright crown without a thorn.
4 Blessings for ever on the Lamb,
Who bore the curse for wretched men !
Let angels sound his sacred name,
And every creature say,-Amen.
HYMN 114, C. M.
Love to Christ desired.
1 THOU lovely source of true delight,
Whom I unseen adore!
Unveil thy beauties to my sight,
That I may love thee more.
mf 2 Thy glory o'er creation shines; But, in thy sacred word,
I read in fairer, brighter lines,
My bleeding, dying Lord.
3 'Tis here, whene'er my comforts droop,
And sin and sorrow rise,
Thy love, with cheering beams of hope,
My fainting heart supplies.
4 But ah! too soon the pleasing scene
Is clouded o'er with pain;
My gloomy fears rise dark between,
And I again complain.
5 Jesus, my Lord, my life, my light!
Oh! come with blissful
ray;
Break radiant through the shades of night,
And chase my fears away.
6 Then shall my soul with rapture trace
The wonders of thy love:
But the full glories of thy face
Are only known above.
HYMN 115, L. M.
Christ, our High-Priest and King.
NOW to the Lord, who makes us know
The wonders of his dying love,
Be humble honors paid below,
And strains of nobler praise above.
2 'T was he that cleansed our foulest sins,
And washed us in his richest blood;
'Tis he that makes us priests and kings,
And brings us rebels near to God.
3 To Jesus, our atoning priest,
To Jesus, our superior king,
Be everlasting power confessed,
And every tongue his glory sing.
4 Behold! on flying clouds he comes,
And every eye shall see him move:
Though with our sins we pierced him once,
Then he displays his pard'ning love.
5 The unbelieving world shall wail,
While we rejoice to see the day:
Come, Lord! nor let thy promise fail,
Not let thy chariot long delay.
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