121- 7s. A. J. Rutherford
1. Glory unto Jesus be !
From the curse who set us free;
All our guilt on Him was laid,
He the ransom fully paid.
2. All that blessd work if done,
God's well-pleased with His Son;
He has raised Him from the dead,
Set Him over all as Head.
3. This we know, and cease to mourn,
Patient wait His sure return:
For His saints with Him shall reign--
"Come, Lord Jesus, come ! Amen !"
122- L.M. Isaac Watts
1. Jesus, Thou glorious Priest and King !
Accept the tribute that we bring;
Accept the feeble song of praise
Which here on earth Thy people raise.
2. May every minute as it flies
Augment our love, increase our joys,
Till we are brought to sing Thy name
At the glad supper of the Lamb.
3. And soon the months will roll away,
And quickly come the nuptial day,
When Thou, the Lamb, shalt take Thy throne,
And fully there Thy church shalt own.
4. The gladness of that happy day,
In this sad world's our strength and stay;
Then let not faith forsake its hold,
Nor comfort sink, nor love grow cold.
123- 7s. J. G. Deck
1. Jesus, spotless Lamb of God,
Thou hast bought us with Thy blood;
We are Thine, and Thine alone;
This we gladly, fully own.
2. Help us to confess Thy name,
Bear with joy Thy cross and shame;
Only seek to follow Thee,
Though reproach our portion be.
3. When we are to glory come,
And have reached our heavenly home,
Louder then each lip shall own,
We are Thine, and Thine alone.
124- C.M. Miss A. E. Price
1. Jesus, our Lord, Thou Morning Star,
How well we know Thy name,
Jesus, the Lord, the Crucified,
In glory still the same.
2. Jesus, the One who left the throne
To save a ruind race,
Thy love and lowliness still shine
Upon that glorious face.
3. Jesus, the One who trod the earth,
The lowly, subject One,
Obedience unto death was Thine,
God's well-belovd Son !
4. Jesus ! what mem'ries thrill our hearts
Of Thy blest footprints here,
While now to heaven our eyes we turn
And gaze upon Thee there !
5. Jesus, our Saviour, quickly come !
That we may with Thee be;
Heaven's morning breaks and glory dawns,
When Thy blest face we see.
125- C.M. T. Kelly
1. Behold the Lamb with glory crowned !
To Him all power be given;
No place too high for Him is found,
No place too high in heaven.
2. He fills the throne--the throne above,
He fills it without wrong;
The object of His Father's love,
Theme of the ransomed's song.
3. Though high yet He accepts the praise
His people offer here;
The faintest, feeblest cry they raise
Will reach the Saviour's ear.
4. This song be ours, and this alone,
To celebrate the name
Of Him that sits upon the throne,
And to exalt the Lamb.
5. To Him whom men despise and slight,
To Him be glory given;
The crown is His, and His by right
The highest place in heaven.
126- 7,7,4,7. T. Kelly
1. Endless praises to the Lord,
Ever be His name adored !
Hallelujah !
He is worthy---praise His name.
2. We adore Him, sound His fame,
Us He saved from endless shame:
Hallelujah !
Glory to the Priest and King.
127- C.M.D. Mrs. J. A. Trench
1. How blest a home ! the Father's house !
There love divine doth rest;
What else could satisfy the hearts
Of those in Jesus blest ?
His home made ours--His Father's love
Our heart's full portion given,
The portion of the firstborn Son,
The full delight of heaven.
2. Oh what a home ! The Son who knows,
He only--all His love;
And brings us as His well beloved
To that bright rest above,
Dwells in His bosom--knoweth all
That in that bosom lies,
And came to earth to make it known,
That we might share His joys.
3. Oh what a home ! there fullest love
Flows through its courts of light;
The Son's divine affections flow
Throughout its depth and height.
And full response the Father gives,
To fill with joy the heart
No cloud is there to dim the scene
Or shadow to impart.
4. Oh what a home ! But such His love
That He must bring us there,
To fill that home, to be with Him,
And all His glory share.
The Father's house, the Father's heart,
All that the Son is given
Made ours--- the object of His love,
And He, our joy in heaven.
128- L.M. Sandeman
1. See mercy, mercy from on high,
Descend to rebels doomed to die;
'Tis mercy free, which knows no bound;
How sweet, how pleasant is the sound !
2. Soon as the reign of sin began,
The light of mercy dawned on man,
When God announced the blessd news,
"The woman's seed Thy head shall bruise."
3. Brightly it beamed on men forlorn,
When Christ, the holy child was born;
And brighter still in splendour shone
When Jesus, dying, cried, 'Tis done !
4. Complete in power when He arose,
And burst the bands of all His foes;
Then captive led captivity,
And took for us His seat in high.
5. Till we around Him there shall throng,
This mercy shall be still our song;
For God shall every scheme confound
Of all that seek its course to bound !
129- C.M. Kelly
1. Awake each soul ! awake each tongue
The subject is divine;
The Saviour's love demands our song;
Let all His people join.
2. This Saviour is the mighty God,
The God of heaven above;
Revealed in flesh, He shed His blood,
Blest proof of endless love.
3. Jesus, Thy love exceeds our thought;
But this at least we see,
The soul that knows Thy love is taught
To value naught but Thee.
4. And though Thy love be faintly seen,
What's seen demands our praise;
Without it, Lord, we still had been
Ensnared in Satan's ways.
130- 6,6,6,6,8,8. C. Wesley
1. With Christ our theme begins,
The Lord of truth and love;
When He had purged our sins,
He took His seat above.
Our hearts are glad; we raise the voice;
The Lord has made us to rejoice.
2. His power can never fail,
He'll rule o'er earth, in heaven;
The keys of death and hell
To Him alone are given.
Our hearts are glad; we raise the voice;
The Lord has made us to rejoice.
3. And sweet that blessd hope:
Jesus, the Lord, shall come,
And take His brethren up
E'en to His Father's home.
Our hearts are glad; we raise the voice;
The Lord has made us to rejoice.
131- 7s. Montgomery
1. Praise we to the Father give,
God in whom we move and live;
Children's praise He loves to hear,
Children's songs delight His ear.
2. Praise we to the Firstborn bring,
Christ the Prophet, Priest, and King;
Glad we raise our sweetest strain
To the Lamb that once was slain !
3. Praises for the Holy Ghost
Sent from heaven at Pentecost !
'Tis through Him alone we live,
And the precious truth receive.
4. Blest our portion thus to be
Glorying in the Trinity;
For the gospel from above,
For the word that "God is love."
132- S.M. Miss Wigram
1. The person of the Christ,
Enfolding every grace,
Once slain, but now alive again,
In heaven demands our praise.
2. Gladly of Him we sing,
Since we with Him are dead;
Our life is hid with Christ in God,
In Christ the church's Head.
3. The heavens are opened now !
Sound it through earth abroad;
And we, by faith, in HEAVEN behold
Jesus the Christ, our Lord.
133- C.M. Jonathan Evans, 1784
1. Let saints on earth their anthems raise,
Who taste the Saviour's grace;
Sing, till in heaven they tune His praise,
And hail Him "Prince of Peace."
2. Praise Him who laid His glory by
For man's apostate race;
Praise Him who stoop'd to bleed and die,
And hail Him "Prince of Peace."
3. We soon shall reach the blissful shore,
And view His glorious face:
His name for ever to adore,
And hail Him "Prince of Peace."
134- 8,7,8,7,7,7. Richard Holden
1. Lord of glory, we adore Thee !
Christ of God, ascended high !
Heart and soul we bow before Thee,
Glorious now beyond the sky:
Thee we worship,
Thee we praise--
Excellent in all Thy ways.
2. Anointed King, with glory crowned,
Rightful heir and Lord of all !
Once rejected, scorned, disowned,
E'en by those Thou cam'st to call:
Thee we honour,
Thee adore
Glorious now and evermore.
3. Lord of life ! to death once subject;
Blesser, yet a curse once made;
Of Thy Father's heart the object,
Yet in depths of anguish laid:
Thee we gaze on,
Thee recall--
Bearing here our sorrows all.
4. Royal robes shall soon invest Thee,
Royal splendours crown Thy brow;
Christ of God, our souls confess Thee
King and Sovereign even now !
Thee we reverence,
Thee obey
Own Thee Lord and Christ alway.
135- 10s or 11s. Yerbury, 1863
1. We joy in our God, and we sing of that love,
So sovereign and free which did His heart move !
When lost our condition, all ruind, undone.
He saw with compassion, and spared not His Son
!
2. His Son, His delight, His loved One, He gave
The curse to endure--by suffering to save:
Sure love so amazing, unmeasured, untold,
Since Him it hath given, no good will withhold !
3. We praise, then our God; how rich is His grace !
We were far from Him once--estranged from His
face,
By blood we are purchased, are cleansed and
made nigh,
And blest in His presence, in Jesus, on high !
136- C.M. J. G. Deck
1. The veil is rent: our souls draw near
Unto a throne of grace;
The merits of the Lord appear,
They fill the holy place.
2. His precious blood has spoken there,
Before and on the throne:
And His own wounds in heaven declare,
The atoning work is done.
3. 'Tis finished !--here our souls have rest,
His work can never fail:
By Him, our Sacrifice and Priest,
We pass within the veil.
4. Within the holiest of all,
Cleansed by His precious blood,
Before the throne we prostrate fall,
And worship Thee, O God !
5. Boldly the heart and voice we raise,
His blood, His name, our plea;
Assured our prayers and songs of praise
Ascend, by Christ, to Thee.
137- 8,6. Mrs. Cousins
1. O Christ, what burdens bowed Thy head !
Our load was laid on Thee;
Thou stoodest in the sinner's stead--
To bear all ill for me.
A victim led, Thy blood was shed;
Now there's no load for me.
2. Death and the curse were in our cup--
O Christ, 'twas full for Thee !
But Thou hast drained the last dark drop,
'Tis empty now for me.
That bitter cup--love drank it up;
Left but the love for me.
3. Jehovah lifted up His rod--
O Christ, it fell on Thee !
Thou wast forsaken of Thy God;
No distance now for me.
Thy blood beneath that rod has flowed:
Thy bruising healeth me.
4. The tempest awful voice was heard,
O Christ, it broke on Thee;
Thy open bosom was my ward;
It bore the storm for me.
Thy form was scarred, Thy visage marred;
Now cloudless peace for me.
5. For me, Lord Jesus, Thou hast died,
And I have died in Thee;
Thou'rt risen: my bands are all untied;
And now Thou liv'st in me.
The Father's face of radiant grace
Shines now in light on me.
138- 8,7,8,7,7,7. T. Kelly
1. Soft the voice of mercy sounded,
Sweet as music to the ear.
"Grace abounds where sin abounded;"
This the word that soothed our fear.
Grace, the sweetest sound we know,
Grace to sinners here below.
2. Grace, we sing, God's grace through Jesus;
Grace, the spring of peace to man;
Grace, that from each sorrow frees us;
Grace, too high for thought to scan;
Grace, the theme of God's own love;
Grace, the theme, all themes above.
139- 8,9,9,9. J. N. Darby, 1849
1. This world is a wilderness wide !
We have nothing to seek or to choose;
We've no thought in the waste to abide;
We've naught to regret nor to lose.
2. The Lord is Himself gone before;
He has marked out the path that we tread;
It's as sure as the love we adore,
We have nothing to fear nor to dread.
3. There is but that one in the waste,
Which His footsteps have marked as His own;
And we follow in diligent haste
To the seats where He's put on His crown.
4. For the path where our Saviour is gone
Has led up to our Father and God,
To the place where He's now on the throne,
And His strength shall be ours on the road.
5. And with Him shall our rest be on high,
When in holiness bright we sit down,
In the joy of His love ever nigh,
In the peace that His presence shall crown.
6. 'Tis the treasure we've found His love
That has made us now pilgrims below,
And 'tis there, when we reach Him above,
As we're known, all His fullness we'll know.
7. And Saviour ! 'tis Thee from on high
We await till the time Thou shall come,
To take those Thou hast led by Thine eye
To Thyself in Thy heavenly home.
8. Till then 'tis the path Thou hast trod,
Our delight and our comfort shall be;
We're content with Thy staff and Thy rod,
Till with Thee all Thy glory we see.
140- 7,6. G. W. Frazer
1. O Lord ! our hearts are waiting,
Th' archangel's heaven-sent cry,
Which wakes the saints now sleeping,
And to Thee brings them nigh.
When we, with them ascending,
Shall meet Thee in the air,
To gaze upon Thy glory,
And all Thy likeness bear.
2. O hour ! for which in patience
Thou'st waited through the night,
Whilst we Thy saints were gathered,
And brought into the light;
Then, then, the church completed,
God makes no more delay;
O Lord, with shouts of triumph,
We pass into the day.
3. O hour of richest blessing !
When brought to Thee so nigh,
To be Thy joy for ever,
We share Thy throne on high;
To rest in all that brightness,
And ever there abide;
To find Thy heart delighting
In us, Thy ransomed bride.
4. O blessd, coming Saviour !
Speak, then, the joyous word,
To which our hearts responding,
"For ever with the Lord."
For ever with Thee, Saviour
For evermore shall be
In deepest, fullest blessing,
For ever one with Thee.
141- 7,6. G. W. Frazer
1. In deep, eternal counsel,
Before the world was made,
Before its deep foundations
On nothingness were laid;
God purposed us for blessing,
And chose us in His Son,
To Him to be conformd,
When here our course was run.
2. In present, blest acceptance
In Him who came to die;
In Him who now is seated
At Thy right hand in high;
In grace, which is unchanging,
We stand from day to day,
And prove the boundless mercies
Which strew our pilgrim way.
3. And when the day of glory
Shall burst upon this scene,
Dispelling all the darkness
Which deep'ning still had been;
Oh, then He'll come in brightness,
Whom every eye shall see,
Arrayed in power and glory,
And we shall with Him be.
4. For He who left His glory,
To die upon the tree,
Will soon complete the story
And come again, and we
Conformd to His image
As known, be brought to know,
And with increasing fervour,
Our ceaseless praises flow.
142- 6,6,4,6,6,6,4. T. Kelly
1. "Glory to God on high !
Peace upon earth and joy,
Good will to man."
We who God's blessing prove
His name all names above,
Sing now the Saviour's love,
Too vast to scan.
2. Mercy and truth unite,
Oh ! 'tis a wondrous sight,
All sights above !
Jesus the curse sustains !
Guilt's bitter cup He drains !
Nothing for us remains--
Nothing but love.
3. Love that no tongue can teach,
Love that no thought can reach,
No love like His.
God is its blessd source,
Death ne'er can stop its course,
Nothing can stay its force;
Matchless it is.
4. Blest in this love, we sing;
To God our praises bring;
All sins forgiven.
Jesus, our Lord, to Thee
Honour and majesty,
Now and forever be,
Here and in heaven.
143- 7s. R. Chapman
1. King of glory, set on high,
Girt with strength and majesty,
We Thy Son confess;
Thee with adoration bless.
2. Jesus, mighty Son of God !
Wondrous gift on man bestowed;
Many crowns are on Thy head,
Glorious Firstborn from the dead.
3. Gladly, Lord, we bow the knee,
By the Father's just decree,
To His own anointed One;
To His well-belovd Son.
144- C.M. Isaac Watts, 1709 ; chorus and v.
2, Anon.,
1744
1. SALVATION ! O the joyful sound !
What pleasure to our ears !
A sovereign balm for every wound,
A cordial for our fears.
CHOROUS.
Glory, honour, praise and power,
Be unto the Lamb for ever;
Jesus Christ is our Redeemer,
Hallelujah, praise ye the Lord.
2. Salvation ! O ascended Lamb,
To Thee the praise belongs !
Salvation shall inspire our hearts,
And dwell upon our tongues.
145- 6,6,6,6,8,8. Isaac Watts
To God who gave His Son,
To save us from our sin;
To Christ Himself who died,
And made His people clean:
Eternal thanks and praise be given
By saints on earth, the heirs of heaven.
146- S.M. J. G. Deck
1. We bless our Saviour's name,
Our sins are all forgiven;
To suffer once to earth He came:
He now is crowned in heaven.
2. Lord let us ne'er forget
Thy rich, Thy precious love;
Our theme of joy and wonder here,
Our endless song above.
3. O let Thy love constrain
Our souls to cleave to Thee !
And ever in our hearts remain
That word, Remember Me.
147- C.M.D. Mason
1. To Him that loved us, gave Himself,
And died to do us good,
Has washed us from our scarlet sins
In His most precious blood;
Who made us kings and priests to God
His Father infinite:
To Him eternal glory be,
And everlasting might !
2. Thro' Him to God- the God most high
Praise for all grace be given;
Whose gifts through all eternity
We'll gladly sing in heaven;
His Christ has loved us, given Himself,
And died to do us good,
Has washed us from our scarlet sins
In His own precious blood.
148- 7,6. J. N. Darby, suggested by Miss C.
L. Smith
1. Oh for the robe of whiteness,
To walk with Christ in light,
Oh for the glorious brightness
Of day without a night.
2. We would a name of favour,
Graved on the stone of white,
We'd taste that manna's flavour,
Reserved for heaven's delight.
3. 'Tis sweet, the thought of rising
The risen Lord to meet;
Or changed, ourselves surprising,
Like Him for whom we wait.
4. What joy supreme in seeing
The Saviour face to face,
The peaceful joy of being
For ever in that place !
5. Jesus, Thou King of glory,
We soon shall dwell with Thee,
And sing Thy love's bright story,
When we Thy glory see.
6. E'en now our souls would enter
The holiest on high,
That all our love might centre
On Thee who cam'st to die.
7. At God's right hand in glory
Thou sitt'st, Thy work complete,
Till perfected the story
That gives us too our seat.
8. Then o'er the wide creation
Thy power will stretch it's arm;
Secure from all temptation,
Free from all human harm.
149- 7,6. J. G. Deck
1. Lord Jesus ! we remember
The travail of Thy soul,
When, through Thy love's deep pity,
The waves did o'er Thee roll;
Baptised in death's dark waters,
For us Thy blood was shed;
For us Thou (Lord of glory)
Wast numbered with the dead.
2. O Lord ! Thou now art risen,
Thy travail all is o'er;
For sin Thou once hast suffered
Thou liv'st to die no more;
Sin, death, and hell are vanquished
By Thee, the church's Head;
And lo ! we share Thy triumphs,
Thou Firstborn from the dead.
3. Unto Thy death baptisd,
We own with Thee we died:
With Thee, our Life, we're risen,
And shall be glorified.
From sin, the world, and Satan,
We're ransomed by Thy blood,
And here would walk as strangers,
Alive with Thee to God.
150- 8,6,8,6,8,8. J. Conder
1. Thou art the everlasting Word,
The Father's only Son;
God manifest, God seen and heard,
The heaven's belovd One;
Worthy, O Lamb of God, art Thou
That every knee to Thee should bow.
2. In Thee most perfectly expressed,
The Father self doth shine;
Fullness of Godhead, too: the Blest,
Eternally divine.
Worthy, etc.
3. Image of th' infinite Unseen,
Whose being none can know;
Brightness of light no eye hath seen,
God's love revealed below.
Worthy, etc.
4. The higher mysteries of Thy fame
The creature's grasp transcend;
The Father only Thy blest name
Of Son can comprehend.
Worthy, etc.
5. Yet loving Thee, on whom His love
Ineffable doth rest,
The worshippers, O Lord, above,
As one with Thee, are blest:
Worthy, etc.
6. Of the vast universe of bliss,
The centre Thou, and Sun;
Th' eternal theme of praise is this,
To heaven's belovd One:
Worthy, O Lamb of God, art Thou
That every knee to Thee should bow.