"Lovest thou me ?"-John xxi. 15.
HARK! my soul, it is the Lord;
'Tis thy Saviour, hear his word;
Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee;
'Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me?
2 I deliver'd thee when bound,
And when wounded, heal'd thy wound;
Sought thee wand'ring, set thee right,
Turn'd thy darkness into light.
3 Can a woman's tender care,
Cease towards the child she bare?
Yes, she may forgetful be,
Yet will I remember thee.
4 Mine is an unchanging love,
Higher than the heights above;
Deeper than the depths beneath,
Free and faithful, strong as death.
5 Thou shalt see my glory soon,
When the work of grace is done;
Partner of my throne shall be,
Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me ?'
6 Lord, it is my chief complaint,
That my love is weak and faint;
Yet I love thee and adore,
O for grace to love thee more!
135. him." Heb. i. 6.
"Let all the angels of God worship
HARK! ten thousand harps and voices
Sound the note of praise above!
Jesus reigns, and heav'n rejoices;
Jesus reigns, the God of love:
See he fills yon azure throne!
Jesus rules the world alone.
2 King of Glory, reign for ever!
Thine an everlasting crown:
Nothing from thy love shall sever
Those whom thou hast made thine own.
Happy objects of thy grace,
Destin'd to behold thy face.
3 Saviour, hasten thine appearing!
Bring, O bring the glorious day;
When, the awful summons hearing,
Heaven and earth shall pass away:
Then with golden harps we'll sing,
Glory, glory to our King!
"Thou art worthy, O Lord, to receive
glory, a
, and honour, & power." Rev. iv. 11.
HARK! ten thousand voices crying
'Lamb of God!' with one accord;
Thousand thousand saints replying,
Wake at once the echoing chord.
2 Praise the Lamb,' the chorus waking,
All in heav'n together throng;
Loud and far each tongue partaking,
Rolls around the endless song.
3 Grateful incense this, ascending
Ever to the Father's throne,
Ev'ry knee to Jesus bending,
All the mind in heav'n is one.
4 All the Father's counsels claiming
Equal honour to the Son;
All the Son's effulgence beaming,
Makes the Father's glory known.
5 By the Spirit, all pervading,
Hosts unnumber'd round the Lamb,
Crown'd with light and joy unfading,
Hail him as the great I am.'
6 Joyful now the full creation
Rests in undisturb'd repose;
Blest in Jesu's full salvation,
Sorrow now, nor thraldom knows.
7 Hark, the heav'nly notes again!
Loudly swells the song of praise,
Throughout creation's vault, Amen!
Amen, responsive joy doth raise.
"Thy salvation cometh.”—Isa. lxii. 11. C. M.
HARK, the glad sound! the Saviour comes,
The Saviour promis'd long!
Let ev'ry heart prepare a throne,
And ev'ry voice a song.
2 He comes the pris'ners to release,
In Satan's bondage held;
The gates of brass before him break,
The iron fetters yield.
3 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace,
Thy welcome shall proclaim;
And heav'ns eternal arches ring,
With thy beloved name.
4 Hark, the glad sound! the Saviour comes,
The Saviour promis'd long!
Let ev'ry heart prepare a throne,
And ev'ry voice a song.
"Immanuel; God with us..".
HARK! the herald angels sing,
Glory to the new-born King;
'Peace on earth, and mercy mild,
'God and sinners reconcil'd.'
2 Joyful, all ye nations, rise,
Join the triumph of the skies;
Hail the heav'n-born Prince of Peace!
Hail the Sun of Righteousness!
3 Mild he lays his glory by ;
Born, that men no more might die;
Born, to raise the sons of earth;
Born, to give them second birth.
4 Come, Desire of Nations! come,
Fix in us thy humble home;
Rise the woman's promis'd seed,
Bruise in us the serpent's head.
5 Glory to the new-born King!
Let us all the anthem sing,
'Peace on earth, and mercy mild,
'God and sinners reconcil'd!'
"Salvation to our God and to the
139. Lamb." Rev. vii. 10.
HARK! the notes of angels singing,
Glory, glory to the Lamb!
All in heav'n their tribute bringing,
Raising high the Saviour's name.
2 Ye for whom his life was given,
Sacred themes to you belong;
Come and join the choir of heaven,
Join the everlasting song.
3 Saints and angels thus united,
Songs imperfect still must raise,
Tho' despis'd on earth and slighted,
Jesus is above all praise.
4 See th' angelic hosts have crown'd him,
Jesus sits enthron'd on high;
Countless myriads hov'ring round him,
With his praises rend the sky.
5 Peace and joy to ev'ry nation,
Let us sing with those above:
Sweet the theme-a free salvation !
Fruit of everlasting love.
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