1 AWAKE our souls! stretch ev'ry nerve, And press with vigour on;
The heavenly race demands our zeal,
And an immortal crown.
2 A cloud of witnesses around,
Hold us in full survey:
Forget the steps already trod,
And onward urge your way.
3 'Tis God's all animating voice
That calls us from on high:
'Tis his own hand presents the prize,
And brings salvation nigh.
4 Blest Saviour! through thy grace alone, Have we our race begun:
And, crowned with vict'ry, at thy feet
We'll lay our honours down.
COME ye that love the LORD,
And let your joys be known;
Join in a song with sweet accord,
And thus surround the throne.
2 Let those refuse to sing,
Who never knew our God;
But children of the heav'nly King
Will speak their joys abroad,
The men of grace have found
Glory begun below;
Celestial fruits on earthly ground,
From faith and hope may grow.
The hill of Zion yields
A thousand sacred sweets,
Before we reach the heav'nly fields,
Or walk the golden streets.
Then let our songs abound,
And ev'ry tear be dry;
We're marching thro' IMMANUEL'S ground,
To fairer worlds on high.
I JESUS, the Lord, our souls adore;
The man of sorrows now no more.
High on his Father's throne He reigns,
And o'er all heaven his sway maintains.
2 Yet, midst the honours of his throne,
He reigns not for himself alone;
In him the saints by faith may view
Their Lord, and their Forerunner too.
3 When from the earth he rose on high,
Within the veil beyond the sky,
He rose our mansions to prepare,
And shortly we shall enter there.
HYMN 243.
REJOICE! the Lord is King!
Your God and King adore;
Loud Hallelujahs sing,
And triumph evermore.
Lift up your heart, lift up your voice,
Rejoice, ye saints of God, rejoice!
Rejoice! the Saviour reigns,
The God of truth and love;
When he had purg'd our stains,
He took his seat above:
His powerful blood did once atone,
And now it pleads before the throne.
His kingdom cannot fail;
He rules o'er earth and heaven:
The keys of death and hell
Into his hands are given.
Soon we shall hear th' Archangel's voice; The trump of God shall sound-rejoice!
1 ALL hail the power of Jesus' name! Let angels prostrate fall:
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown him LORD of all.
2 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race,
A remnant weak and small;
Hail him who saves you by his grace,
And crown him-Lord of all.
3 Let every kindred, every tribe,
On this terrestrial ball,
To him all majesty ascribe,
And crown him-Lord of all.
4 O that, with yonder sacred throng,
We at his feet may fall!
There join the everlasting song,
And crown him-Lord of all.
1 WE bless the PROPHET of the Lord,
Who comes with truth and grace;
Jesus! thy Spirit and thy word
Shall lead us in thy ways.
2 We rev'rence our HIGH-PRIEST above,
Who offered up his blood,
And lives to carry on his love,
By pleading with our God.
3 We honour our exalted KING;
How just are his commands!
He guards our souls from hell and sin,
By his Almighty hands.
4 Hosannah to His glorious name,
Who saves us by his grace;
His mercies lay a sov'reign claim
To our immortal praise.
HYMN 246.
AWAKE, and sing the song
Of Moses and the Lamb!
Wake every heart, and every tongue,
To praise the Saviour's name!
I JESUS, the Lord, our souls adore;
The man of sorrows now no more.
High on his Father's throne He reigns,
And o'er all heaven his sway maintains.
2 Yet, midst the honours of his throne,
He reigns not for himself alone;
In him the saints by faith may view
Their Lord, and their Forerunner too.
3 When from the earth he rose on high,
Within the veil beyond the sky,
He rose our mansions to prepare,
And shortly we shall enter there.
REJOICE! the Lord is King!
Your God and King adore;
Loud Hallelujahs sing,
And triumph evermore.
Lift up your heart, lift up your voice,
Rejoice, ye saints of God, rejoice!
Rejoice! the Saviour reigns,
The God of truth and love;
When he had purg'd our stains,
He took his seat above:
His powerful blood did once atone,
And now it pleads before the throne.
His kingdom cannot fail;
He rules o'er earth and heaven:
The keys of death and hell
Into his hands are given.
Soon we shall hear th' Archangel's voice;
The trump of God shall sound-rejoice!
HYMN 244.
I ALL hail the power of Jesus' name!
Let angels prostrate fall:
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown him LORD of all.
2 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race,
A remnant weak and small;
Hail him who saves you by his grace,
And crown him-Lord of all.
3 Let every kindred, every tribe,
On this terrestrial ball,
To him all majesty ascribe,
And crown him-Lord of all.
4 0 that, with yonder sacred throng,
We at his feet may fall!
There join the everlasting song,
And crown him-Lord of all.
HYMN 245. este
1 WE bless the PROPHET of the Lord,
Who comes with truth and grace;
Jesus! thy Spirit and thy word
Shall lead us in thy ways.
2 We rev'rence our HIGH-PRIEST above,
Who offered up his blood,
And lives to carry on his love,
By pleading with our God.
3 We honour our exalted KING;
How just are his commands!
He guards our souls from hell and sin,
By his Almighty hands.
4 Hosannah to His glorious name,
Who saves us by his grace;
His mercies lay a sov'reign claim
To our immortal praise.
1 AWAKE, and sing the song
Of Moses and the Lamb!
Wake every heart, and every tongue,
To praise the Saviour's name!
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