2 Proclaim abroad his fame,
Tell of his matchless name,

What wonders done ;
Shout thro' hell's dark profound,
Let the whole earth resound,
"Till the high heav'ns rebound,
“The Vict'ry's Won.”

KINGSBURY.
132.
The Glories of the Lamb.
“ Thou crownest him with glory and honour."

Heb. 2. (C. M.)
I BEHOLD the glories of the Lamb,

Amid his Father's throne,
Prepare new honors for his name,

And songs before unknown. 2 Let Sailors worship at his feet,

The Church adore around,
With vials full of odours sweet,

And harps of solemn sound.
3 These are the prayers of the saints,

And these the hymns they raise,
Jesus is kind to our complaints,

He loves to hear our praise.
4 Now to the Lamb that once was slain,

Be endless blessings paid,
Salvation, glory, joy, remain
For ever on thy head.

WATT
133.

The Royal Court.
“ Far above all principality and dominion."

Eph. 1. (C.M.)
PRINCES to his imperial throne,

Bend their bright sceptres down, Dominious, powers, and thrones rejoico,

To see hiin wear the crown.

3 His head, that dear majestic nead,

Which cruel thorns did wound, Lo, what immortal glories shine,

And circle it around.
3 This is the Saviour, God and Man,

Whom we unseen adore,
And when our eyes behold his face,

Our hearts shall love him more.
Lord, set our spirits all on fire,

To see thy blest abode,
And tune our hearts to sing the praise
Of our Incarnate God.

HILL'S COLLECTION

134.

Regal Honours.
« Thou hast crowned him with glory and

honour."-Psa. 8. (L. M.) GLORY his fleecy robe adorns,

Mark'd with the bloody death he bore Seven are his eyes, and seven his horns

To speak his wisdom and his power. 2 All the assembling saints around,

Fall worshipping before the Lamb, And in new songs of gospel sound,

Address their honors to his name. 3 Our voices join the heavenly strain,

And with transporting pleasure sing, Worthy the Lamb that once was slain,

To be our teacher and our king.
6 Thou hast redeem'd our souls from hell,

With thine invaluable blood,
And wretches that did once rebel,
Are row made fav'rites of their God.

WATTS

135.

The Hoary Tar. “They that go down to sea in ships, and do business

in 'great waters, they see the works of the

Lord.'--Psa (L. M.)
1 O HASTE, victorious prince,

That happy, glorious day,
When souls like drops of dew,

Shall own thy gentle sway.
O may it bless our longing eyes,

And bear our shouts beyond the skies.
7 To thee the hoary tar,

His aged honors pays,
To thee the cabin youth

Devotes his brightest days.
And every age their tribute bring
And bow to thee, all-conquering king.

WILLIA US's COLLECTION.

136.

Light and Truth.
"O send out thy light and thy truth."

Psa. 43. (P. M.) | KING of Zion, give the order,

Send thy light and truth abroad, O let Zion stretch her border,

Zion favor'd of her God. 2 Thou can'st form the zealous preacher

Thou can'st light and love impart, Send thy word to every creature,

Send it to the Sailor's heart. 8 O let many now be ready,

Launching forth at thy command, Men of faith, approv'd and steady,

Leaving all at thy command.

137. The Man of Sorrows Crowned. • A man of sorrows and acquainted with grief,

Isa. 53. (P. M.)
I SAILORS look, the sight is glorious,

See the “ man of sorrows" now,
From the fight return'd victorious,

Every knee to him shall bow. Crown him, crown him,

Crowns become the victor's brow. 3- Crown the Saviour, angels, crown him,

Rich the trophies Jesus brings, Ina seat of power enthrone him,

While the vault of heaven rings. Crown him, crown him,

Crown the Saviour “ King of Kings." 3 Sinners in derision crown'd him,

Mocking thus the Saviour's claim, Saints and angels crowd around him,

Own his title, praise his name. Crown him, crown him,

Spread abroad the victo ame. 4 Hark, those bursts of acclamation,

Hark, those loud triumphant chords, Jesus takes the highest station,

O what joy the sight affords. Crown him, crown him, " King of Kings, and Lord of Lords."

WESLEY,

THE HOLY SPIRIT.

138.

The Day of Pentecost. “They were all filled with the Holy Ghost."

Acts 2. (P. M.
1 GREAT was the day, the joy was great,

When the divine disciples met,
While on their heads the spirit came,

And sat like tongues of cloven flame. 2 What gifts, what miracles he gave,

And power to kill, and power to save, Furnish'd their tongues with wond'rous words,

Instead of shields, and spears, and swords, 3 Thus arm’d, he sent the champion forth,

From east to west, from south to north, “ Go and assert your Saviour's cause, Go spread the mystery of his Cross."

WATTS.

139.

Quickening Fire. “ My soul cleaveth to the dust, quicken me according

to thy word.”—Psa. 119. (P. M.) 1 COME, Holy Ghost, all quick’ning fire, Come and my hallow'd heart inspire,

Sprinkled with the atoning blood ;
Now to my soul thyself reveal,
Thy mighty working let me feel,

And know that I am born of God.