He reigns eternally,

In might and majesty.

Give glory to thy Son, O Lord,

Put honour on that name of names

By raising me!

Father, thy Son on earth,

No one to own him found,

He passed among the sons of men
Rejected and disowned;

Rejected and disowned,

That we received might be !

Give glory to thy Son, O Lord,

Put honour on that name of names

By owning me!

Father, thy Son is king,

Heaven's crown and earth's is his, For us, for us, he bought the crown, For us he earned the bliss;

For us he earned the bliss.

Amen, so let it be !

Give glory to thy Son, O Lord,

Put honour on that name of names

By crowning me!

MINE AND THINE.

"Didicisti quod nihil tui boni præcesserat, et gratiâ Dei conversus es ad Deum."-AUGUSTINE.

ALL that I was,—my sin, my guilt,

My death was all my own ;

All that I am, I owe to thee,
My gracious God alone.

The evil of my former state
Was mine and only mine;

The good in which I now rejoice
Is thine and only thine.

The darkness of my former state,
The bondage all was mine;

The light of life in which I walk,

The liberty is thine.

Thy grace first made me feel my sin.

It taught me to believe;

Then, in believing peace I found,

And now I live, I live.

All that I am, even here on earth,

All that I hope to be,

When Jesus comes and glory dawns,
I owe it, Lord, to thee.

ABIDE IN HIM.

"Tecum volo vulnerari
Te libenter amplexari

In cruce desidero."-OLD HYMN.

CLING to the Crucified !

His death is life to thee,

Life for eternity.

His pains thy pardon seal;
His stripes thy bruises heal;
His cross proclaims thy peace,

Bids every sorrow cease.
His blood is all to thee,

It purges thee from sin;

It sets thy spirit free,

It keeps thy conscience clean

Cling to the Crucified !

Cling to the Crucified,

His is a heart of love,

Full as the hearts above;

Its depths of sympathy

Are all awake for thee;
His countenance is light,

Even in the darkest night.
That love shall never change-

That light shall ne'er grow dim;
Charge thou thy faithless heart
To find its all in him.

Cling to the Crucified !

THE BELOVED SON.

"This is my beloved Son, in whom I am well-pleased."-MATT. iii. 17.

IT is the Father's voice that cries

Mid the deep silence of the skies ;

This, this is my beloved Son,

In Him I joy, in Him alone."

In Him my equal see revealed,
In Him all righteousness fulfilled,
In Him, the Lamb, the victim see,
Bound, bleeding, dying on the tree.

And can you fail to love again?
Far fairer he than sons of men!
His very name is fragrance poured,
Immanuel, Jesus, Saviour, Lord!

He died, and in his dying, proved How much, how faithfully he loved : At my right hand, his glories shine, Is my beloved, sinner, thine?

O full of glory, full of grace,
Redeemer of a ruined race,

Beloved of the Father, come,

Make in these sinful hearts a home!

Beloved of the Father, thou,

To whom the saints and angels bow ; Immanuel, Jesus, Saviour, come,

Make in these sinful hearts thy home!