L.M. NICEA, 163. SAMSON, 168.

THERE was a time when children

31 THERE

sang

The Saviour's praise, with sacred glee,
And all the hills of Judah rang
With their exulting Jubilee.

Oh! to have joined their rapturous songs,
And swelled their sweet hosannas high,
And blessed Him with our feeble tongues,
As He-the Man of Grief-went by!
But Christ is now a glorious King,
And angels in His presence bow;
The humble songs that we can sing-
Oh! can He-will He-hear them now?

He can-He will-He loves to hear
The notes which babes and sucklings raise:
Jesus, we come with trembling fear,

Oh! teach our hearts and tongues to praise!
We join the hosts around Thy throne,
Who once, like us, the desert trod :

And thus we make their song our own—
Hosanna to the Son of God!

C.M.

Rev. Thomas Rawson Taylor (died 1835).

BELMONT, 100. DUNDEE, 103.

32 JESUS, the very thought of Thee

With sweetness fills my breast ;

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

Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame,
Nor can the memory find

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

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!

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.

Jesus, our only joy be Thou,

As Thou our crown wilt be;
Jesus, be Thou our glory now
And through eternity.

St. Bernard of Clairvaux, 1140; died 1153. (Translated by Rev. Edward Caswall, M.A., 1849.)

87.87.47. AUSTRIAN HYMN, 135.

KINGSTOWN, 140.

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ORD, we raise our feeble voices,
In hosannas to Thy name;

While each heart and tongue rejoices,
We Thy wondrous love proclaim;
Thou art worthy,

Jesus, of eternal fame!

But for Thee, we still had strayèd,
Lost in ignorance and sin;
By our foolish hearts betrayed,
Strangers to Thy love had been:
Still rebelling,

We had lived and died in sin.

But, in wonderful compassion,

Thou didst come to save the lost;
May we know this great salvation,
Teach us in Thy name to trust:
Dear Redeemer,

Be Thou all our joy and boast!

Oh! what love, what thanks we owe Thee,
For Thy providence and grace!
May our hearts be taught to know Thee,
And our lives declare Thy praise:
Thou art worthy,

Jesus, full of truth and grace !

Rev. Rowland Hill, M.A., 1800 (died 1883).

34 AROUND the throne of God in heaven

Thousands of children stand;
Children whose sins are all forgiven,
A holy, happy band.

In flowing robes of spotless white,
See every one arrayed;"
Dwelling in everlasting light,
And joys that never fade.

Once they were little things like you,
And lived on earth below,

And could not praise as now they do
The Lord who loved them so.

What brought them to that world above,
That heaven so bright and fair,
Where all is peace and joy and love,
How came those children there?

Because the Saviour shed His blood
To wash away their sin :
Bathed in that purple precious flood,
Behold them white and clean.

On earth they sought the Saviour's grace,
On earth they loved His name:

So now they see His blessèd face,
And stand before the Lamb.

Chorus. Singing, Glory, glory, glory.
Mrs. Shepherd, née Anne Houlditch (died 1857).

35 A

LL hail the power of Jesus' name!
Let angels prostrate fall;

Bring forth the royal diadem,

And crown Him Lord of all.

Crown Him, ye martyrs of your God,
Who from His altar call:
Extol the stem of Jesse's rod,
And crown Him Lord of all.

Ye saints redeemed of Adam's race,
Ye ransomed from the fall,
Hail Him who saves you by His grace,
And crown Him Lord of all.

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.

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

And crown Him Lord of all.

O that with yonder sacred throng,
We at His feet may fall;

Join in the everlasting song,

And crown Him Lord of all!

Rev. Edward Perronet, 1780 (died 1792).

66.66. 88.

36 SHA

NORWOOD, 27. OLD 148th, 30.

HALL hymns of grateful love, Through heaven's high arches ring, And all the hosts above

Their songs of triumph sing?

And shall not we take up the strain,
And send the echo back again?

Shall every ransomed tribe
Of Adam's scattered race,
To Christ all power ascribe,
Who saved them by His grace?
And shall not we take up the strain,
And send the echo back again?

Shall they adore the Lord,

Who bought them with His blood,
And all the love record

That led them home to God;

And shall not we take up the strain,
And send the echo back again?

O spread the joyful sound,
The Saviour's love proclaim,
And publish all around

Salvation through His name,—

Till the whole world take up

the strain,

And send the echo back again.

C.M.

James J. Cummins, 1849 (died 1861..

BATTISHILL'S CHANT, 198. WINCHESTER, 120:

37 COME, let us join our cheerful songs, With angels round the throne;

Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,
But all their joys are one.