3 Glory from us who think Him long, And for His coming wait;

And glory, from yon heavenly throng,
Within the pearly gate.

4 When wilt Thou be at once adored
By one church, in one home?
Hasten the time; delay not, Lord:
Lord Jesus, quickly come.

C.M.

274 Him hath God exalted with His

1

right hand.-Acts 5, 31.

WE sing to Thee, Thou Son of God,

Fountain of life and grace;

We praise Thee, Son of Man, whose blood,

Redeemed our fallen race.

2 Thee we acknowledge God and Lord,
The Lamb for sinners slain,
Who art by heaven and earth adored,
Worthy o'er both to reign.

3 To Thee all angels cry aloud,
Through heaven's extended coasts;
Hail, Holy, Holy, Holy Lord

Of glory and of hosts!

4 The prophets' goodly fellowship,
In radiant garments drest,

Praise Thee, Thou Son of God, and reap
The fulness of Thy rest.

5. The apostles' glorious company
Thy righteous praise proclaim:
The martyred army glorify
Thine everlasting name.

[join

6 Throughout the world, Thy churches
To call on Thee their Head,
Brightness of Majesty Divine,
Who every power hast made.

7 Among their number, Lord, we love
To sing Thy precious blood:

Reign here, and in the worlds above,
Thou holy Lamb of God!

C.M.

275 In due time Christ died for the un

1

godly.-Rom. 5, 6.

PLUNGED in a gulf of dark despair
We wretched sinners lay,

Without one cheerful beam of hope,
Or spark of glimmering day.

2 With pitying eyes the Prince of grace Beheld our helpless grief;

He saw, and O amazing love!
He ran to our relief.

3 Down from the shining seats above
With joyful haste He fled;
Entered the grave in mortal flesh,
And dwelt among the dead.

4 He spoiled the powers of darkness thus,
And brake our iron chains:
Jesus hath freed our captive souls
From everlasting pains.

5 Oh! for this love let rocks and hills
Their lasting silence break;
And all harmonious human tongues
The Saviour's praises speak.

6 Angels, assist our mighty joys,
Strike all your harps of gold;

But, when you raise your highest notes, His love can ne'er be told.

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276 Thine anger is turned away, and

1

I

Thou comfortedst me.-Isa. 12, 1.
WILL praise Thee every day!
Now Thine anger's turned away,
Comfortable thoughts arise
From the bleeding sacrifice.

2 Here, in the fair gospel-field,
Wells of free salvation yield
Streams of life, a plenteous store,
And my soul shall thirst no more.
3 Jesus is become at length,
My salvation and my strength;
And His praises shall prolong,
While I live, my pleasant song.
4 Praise ye then His glorious name;
Publish His exalted fame:

Still His worth your praise exceeds;
Excellent are all His deeds.

5 Raise again the joyful sound,
Let the nations roll it round!
Zion shout, for this is He,
God the Saviour dwells in thee.

C.M.

277 I will yet praise Thee more

MY

more.-Ps. 71, 14.

"Y Saviour, my almighty Friend,
When I begin Thy praise,

and

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 grace at first,
I speak Thy glories more.

S My feet shall travel all the length
Of the celestial road;

And march with courage in Thy
strength,

To see my Father God.

4 When I am filled with sore distress
For some surprising sin,

I'll plead Thy perfect righteousness,
And mention none but Thine.

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

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

6 Awake, awake, my tuneful powers;
With this delightful song

I'll entertain the darkest hours
Nor think the season long.

C.M.

278 Unto you therefore which believe

He is precious.-1 Pet. 2, 7.

1 JESUS the very thought of Thee,
With sweetness fills my breast;

But sweeter far Thy face to see,
And in Thy presence rest.

2 Nor voice can sing, nor heart canframe, Nor can the memory find,

A sweeter sound than Thy blest name,
O Saviour of mankind.

3 O hope of every contrite heart,
O joy of all the meek,

To those who fall, how kind Thou art!
How good to those who seek!

4 And those who find Thee find a bliss
Nor tongue nor pen can show:
The love of Jesus, what it is,

None but His loved ones know.
5 Jesus! our only joy be Thou,
As Thou our prize wilt be;
Jesus! be Thou our glory now,
And through eternity.

C.M.

279 He is altogether lovely.—Song Sol.

5, 16

1 INFINITE excellence is Thine,
Thou lovely Prince of grace!
Thy uncreated beauties shine
With never-fading rays.

2 Sinners from earth's remotest end,
Come bending at Thy feet:

To Thee their prayers and vows ascend, In Thee their wishes meet.

3 Thy name, as precious ointment shed, Delights the church around; Sweetly the sacred odours spread Through all Immanuel's ground.

4 Millions of happy spirits live On Thy exhaustless store;

From Thee they all their bliss receive, And still Thou givest more.

5 Thou art their triumph and their joy: They find their all in Thee;

Thy glories will their tongues employ Through all eternity.

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280 This is our God, we have waited for

Him,and He will save us.-Isa. 25, 9.

THE God who created the skies, The strength and support of His saints,

Who gives them all needful supplies, And hearkens to all their complaints; 2 This God is the God we adore, Our faithful, unchangeable Friend, Whose love is as large as His power, And neither knows measure nor end. M

3 Tis Jesus, the first and the last,
Whose Spirit shall guide us safe home;
We'll praise Him for all that is past,
And trust Him for all that's to come.

C.M.

281 It behoved Him to be made like unto

His brethren.-Heb. 2, 17.

1 IN all things like Thy brethren, Thou
Wast made, yet free from sin;
But how unlike to us, O Lord!
Replies the voice within.

2 O holy God! yet frail weak man!
Tis not for us to know

How spotless soul and body felt
Temptation, pain, and woe.

3 Our faith is weak;-O Light of light!
Clear Thou our clouded view;

That, Son of Man, and Son of God,
We give Thee honour due.

4 O Son of Man! Thyself hast proved
Our trials and our tears;

Life's thankless toil, and scant repose, Death's agonies and fears.

5 O Son of God! in glory raised
Thou sittest on Thy throne:

Thence by Thy pleadings and Thy grace,
Still succouring Thine own.

6 Brother and Saviour, Friend and Judge!
To Thee, O Christ, be given
To bind upon Thy crown the names
Elect in earth and heaven.

L.M.

282 He is not ashamed to call them

1

brethren.-Heb. 2, 11.

JESUS, who passed the angels by, [die;

Assumed our flesh, to bleed and And still He makes it His abode;

As man He fills the throne of God.

2 Our nearest Friend, our Brother now, Is He to whom the angels bow;

They join with us to praise His name, But we the nearest interest claim. 8 But ah! how faint our praises rise ! Sure, tis the wonder of the skies, That we, who share His richest love, So cold and unconcerned should prove.