2 Slain to redeem us by his blood,

To cleanse from every sinful stain, And make us kings and priests to God: "Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain!' 3 To him who suffered on the tree,

Our souls, at his soul's price, to gain, Blessing, and praise, and glory be: "Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain !" 4 To him enthroned by filial right

All power in heaven and earth proclaim, Honor, and majesty, and might: "Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain!" 5 Long as we live, and when we die,

And while in heaven with him we reign, This song our song of songs shall be: Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain!' James Montgomery.

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136, 101, 58.

105 1 WHAT 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?

2 Worthy is he that once was slain,
The Prince of peace that groaned and
died,

Worthy to rise, and live, and reign,
At his almighty Father's side.

3 Blessings forever on the Lamb,

Who bore the curse for wretched men: Let angels sound his sacred name, Let every creature say, Amen!

Isaac Watts.

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108, 101, 787.

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136, 212, 47,

Isaac Watts

NATURE with open volume stands
To spread her Maker's praise abroad,
And every labor of his hands

Shows something worthy of a God; 2 But in the grace that rescues man His brighter form of glory shines; Here on the cross 't is fairest drawn In precious blood and crimson lines. 3 0, the sweet wonders of that cross, Where Christ, the Saviour, loved and died!

The noblest life my spirit draws From his dear wounds and bleeding side. 4 I would forever speak his name In tones to mortal ears unknown, With angels join to praise the Lamb, And worship at his Father's throne.

Isaac Wat

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LOWELL MASON.

men!

2 Thy truth unchanged has ever stood; Thou savest those that on thee call; To them that seek thee, thou art good, To them that find thee, all in all. 3 We taste thee, O thou Living Bread, And long to feast upon thee still; We drink of thee, the Fountain-head, And thirst our souls from thee to fill! 4 Our restless spirits yearn for thee,

Where'er our changeful lot is cast; Glad, when thy gracious smile we see, Blest, when our faith can hold thee fast.

5 O Jesus, ever with us stay;

Make all our moments calm and bright;
Chase the dark night of sin away,
Shed o'er the world thy holy light!

4 When all I am I clearly see,

And freely own, with deepest shame;
When the Redeemer's love to me
Kindles within a deathless flame.

5 Thus would I live till nature fail,
And all my former sins forsake;
Then rise to God within the vail,
And of eternal joys partake.

Andrew Reed.

1 AWAKE, my soul, in joyful lays,
And sing thy great Redeemer's praise;
He justly claims a song from me,
His loving kindness, O, how free!

2

He saw me ruined in the fall,

Yet loved me, notwithstanding all; He saved me from my lost estate: His loving-kindness, O, how great! 3 Though numerous hosts of mighty foes, Though earth and hell my way oppose, He safely leads my soul along: His loving-kindness, O, how strong! 4 When trouble, like a gloomy cloud, Has gathered thick and thundered loud, He near my soul has always stood: His loving-kindness, O, how good!

5 And when earth's rightful King shall

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 Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget
The wormwood and the gall;
Go, spread your trophies at his feet,
And crown him Lord of all.

4 Let every kindred, every tribe,
On this terrestrial ball,
To him all majesty ascribe,

And crown him Lord of all.
50 that, with yonder sacred throng,
We at his feet may fall!
We'll join the everlasting song,
And crown him Lord of all.
Edward Perronet.

4 To him who reigns in worlds of light,
The eternal King of heaven,
Be honor, majesty, and might,
And praise, and glory given.

5 Let all creation join in one

To bless the sacred name
Of him who sits upon the throne,
And to adore the Lamb.

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1. O for

2 My gracious Master and my God,
Assist me to proclaim,

To spread through all the earth abroad,
The honors of thy name.

3 Jesus, the name that calms our fears,
That bids our sorrows cease,-
"Tis music in the sinner's ears,
"Tis life, and health, and peace.

4 He breaks the cruel power of sin,
He sets the prisoner free;
His blood can make the foulest clean,
His blood avails for me.

5 He speaks, and listening to his voice,
New life the dead receive;
The mournful, broken hearts rejoice,
The humble poor believe.

6 Hear him, ye deaf; praise him, ye dumb,Your loosened tongues employ;

Ye blind, behold your Saviour come,
And leap, ye lame, for joy.

Charles Wesley.

1 My Saviour! my almighty Friend,
When I begin thy praise,
Where will the growing numbers end,
The numbers of thy grace?

2 Thou art my everlasting trust;

Thy goodness I adore;

And, since I knew thy graces first,
I speak thy glories more.

3 Sweet is thy speech with heavenly grace, Thy form divinely fair;

There's none of all the mortal race

Can e'er with thee compar e

4 My feet shall travel all the length
Of the celestial road,

And march with courage, in thy strength,
To see my Father God.

5 How will my lips rejoice to tell
The victories of my King!

My soul, redeemed from sin and hell,
Shall thy salvation sing.

Isaac Watts.

1 To thee, my Shepherd and my Lord, A grateful song I'll raise;

2

O, let the humblest of thy flock
Attempt to speak thy praise.

My life, my joy, my hope, I owe
To thine amazing love;

Ten thousand thousand comforts here,
And nobler bliss above.

3 To thee my trembling spirit flies,
With sin and grief oppressed;
Thy gentle voice dispels my fears,
And lulls my cares to rest.

4 Lead on, dear Shepherd!-led by thee, No evil shall I fear;

Soon shall I reach thy fold above,

And praise thee better there.

Ottiwell Heginbotham.

With every fleeting breath; So shall the music of thy name Refresh my soul in death.

1 THE Saviour! O what endless charms Dwell in the blissful sound! Its influence every fear disarms, And spreads sweet comfort round. 2 The mighty Former of the skies Stooped to our vile abode,

While angels viewed with wondering eyes,
And hailed the incarnate God.

3 0 the rich depths of love divine!
Of bliss, a boundless store!
Dear Saviour, let me call thee mine,
I cannot wish for more.

4 On thee alone my hope relies,
Beneath thy cross I fall;
My Lord, my Life, my Sacrifice!
My Saviour, and my All!

Anne Steele.