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Faith in Jesus

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LL hail the pow'r of Jesus' name!

Let angels prostrate fall!
Bring forth the royal diadem,

And crown Him Lord of all! Bring forth the royal diadem,

And crown Him Lord of all! 2 Crown Him, ye martyrs of our God,

Who from His altar call; 11 : Extol the stem of Jesse's rod,

And crown Him Lord of all!: || 3 Hail Him, the Heir of David's line,

Whom David Lord did call : ll : The God incarnate! Man divine !

And crown Him Lord of all!: || 4 Ye, Gentile sinners, ne'er forget

The wormwood and the gall; 11 : Go spread your trophies at His feet,

And crown Him Lord of all!: || 5 Let every kindred, every tribe,

On this terrestrial ball, 11: To Him all majesty ascribe,

And crown Him Lord of all!: || 6 O that with yonder sacred throng

We at His feet may fall; 11 : We'll join the everlasting song,

And crown Him Lord of all!: ||

E. Perronet.

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THERE is a name I love to hear;

I love to sing its worth;
It sounds like music in mine ear,

The sweetest name on earth.

2 It tells me of a Savior's love,

Who died to set me free;
It tells me of His precious blood,

The sinner's perfect plea.

3 It tells me of a Father's smile

That beams upon His child;
It cheers me through this little while,

Through desert, waste, and wild.

4 And there with all the blood-bought throng,

From sin and sorrow free, I'll sing the new eternal song, Of Jesus' love to me!

F. Whitfield.

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THE Lord my faithful Shepherd is,

And me He safely guideth ;
I shall not want, for I am His,

Who all things good provideth:
I follow Him, I hear His voice,
In Him, my Lord, I do rejoice:

Blest am I in His keeping.

2 A tender shepherd leads his sheep,

Where pastures green are growing,
And there his flock doth guard and keep,

Beside still water flowing.
Thus Christ, my Shepherd, leadeth me,
My soul and body feedeth He,

And for their wants provideth. 3 And if I ever go astray,

My wayward soul He turneth,
To save the lost, to guide the way,

For this He ever yearneth;
He leadeth ine my soul to bless,
In His own path of righteousness,

For His name's sake and glory. 4 Why should I ever fear, O Lord,

Whilst Thee I have beside me?
Thou by Thy Spirit and Thy word

Dost comfort and dost guide me;
In death's dark vale I fear no ill,
For Thou, O Lord, art with me still,

Thy rod and staff shall stay me.
5 Thou art my Host; for me Thy guest,

A table Thou providest: Though foes be near, I am at rest;

Thou still with me abidest. With oil anointest Thou my head; On me Thy blessing rich is shed,

My cup with bliss o’erfloweth.
6 Thy goodness and Thy mercy, Lord,

Shall follow me, attending
The days Thou dost to me afford,

Until they reach their ending:
Thereafter shall I in Thy love
Dwell in Thy house in heaven above
Forever and forever.

C. Becker.
C. Doving, Tr.

261 JESUS, Jesus, only Jesus,

Can my heartfelt longing still; See, I pledge myself to Jesus,

What He wills, alone to will. For my heart which He hath filled,

Ever cries: Lord, as Thou wilt. 2 One there is for whom I'm living,

Whom I love most tenderly; Jesus, unto whom I'm giving,

What in love He gave to me; Jesus' blood hides all my guilt;

Lead me, Lord, then, as Thou wilt. 3 Seems a thing to me a treasure,

Which displeasing is to Thee,
Then remove such dangerous pleasure;

Give instead what profits me.
Let my heart by Thee be stilled,

Make me thine, Lord, as Thou wilt. 4 Grant that I may e'er endeavor

Thy good pleasure to fulfill;
In me, through me, with me ever,

Lord accomplish Thou Thy will.
Let me die, Lord, on Thee built,
When, and where, and as Thou wilt.

5 Lord, my praise shall be unceasing,

For Thou gav'st Thyself to me, And besides so many a blessing

That I now sing joyfully: Be it unto me, my Shield, As Thou wilt, Lord, as Thou wilt. Ludaemilie Elisabeth von Schwarzburg. Rudolstadt.

A.

262 MY JESUS, I love Thee, I know Thou art

mine, For Thee all the follies of sin I resign; My gracious Redeemer, my Savior art Thou,

If ever I love Thee, my Jesus, 'tis now. 2 I love Thee, because Thou hast first lovéd me,

And purchased my pardon on Calvary's tree; I love Thee for wearing the thorns on Thy

brow; If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, 'tis now. 3 I'll love Thee in life, I will love Thee in death, And praise Thee as long as Thou lendest me

breath; And say, when the death-dew lies cold on my

brow,
If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, 'tis now.
4 In mansions of glory and endless delight,

I'll ever adore Thee in heaven so bright;
I'll sing with the glittering crown on my

brow,
If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, 'tis now.

Anon.

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