Worthy the Lamb that died,-they cry,
To be exalted thus:
Worthy the Lamb,-our lips reply,
For He was slain for us.
Jesus is worthy to receive
Honour and power divine;
And blessings more than we can give,
Be, Lord, for ever Thine.
Let all that dwell above the sky,
And air, and earth, and seas,
Conspire to lift Thy glories high,
And speak Thine endless praise.
The whole creation join in one,
To bless the sacred Name
Of Him that sits upon the throne,
And to adore the Lamb.
Rev. Isaac Watts, D.D., 1709 (died 1748).
MILES' LANE, 110. WINCHESTER OLD, 120. YOME let us praise the Prince of Peace,
38 Obey the Saviour's call;
Come sing aloud His glorious grace,
And crown Him Lord of all.
Let every girl and every boy
Before His footstool fall,
And their triumphant songs employ,
To crown Him Lord of all.
Ye lambs of Christ, your tribute bring,
Ye children great and small;
Hosannas sing to Christ your King,
And crown Him Lord of all.
For Jesus will our sins forgive,
Who now invites us all;
For us He died that we might live,
And crown Him Lord of all.
O let our hearts receive our King,
No more refuse His call;
That so in heaven we still may sing,
And crown Him Lord of all.
Baltimore Sunday School Hymn Book, 1843.
DUNKIRK, 53. MISSIONARY, 59.
WHEN, His salvation bringing,
Zion Jesus came,
The children all stood singing
Hosanna to His name.
Nor did their zeal offend Him.
But as He rode along,
He let them still attend Him,
Well pleased to hear their song.
And, since the Lord retaineth
His love for children still;
Though now as King He reigneth
On Zion's heavenly hill;
We'll flock around His banner,
Who sits upon the throne,
And raise a loud hosanna
To David's royal Son.
For should we fail proclaiming
Our great Redeemer's praise,
The stones, our silence shaming,
Would their hosannas raise.
But should we only render
The tribute of our words ?
No; while our hearts are tender,
They, too, should be the Lord's.
87.88. ASTREE, 149. HURSLEY, 160.
EAUTIFUL Star, whose heavenly
Cheers a guilty world of night; [light
Thou shedd'st Thy glories from afar,
Star of the Christian, beautiful Star.
Beautiful Star, whose kindly ray
Brings to earth a glorious day;
With steady, heaven-enkindled flame,
Thou shinest evermore the same.
Beautiful Star, Thy pilot spark
Leads the traveller in the dark;
Through all his journeys, at the skies
He lifts to Thee his gladdened eyes.
Beautiful Star, when o'er the deep
Wildest storms of sorrow sweep,
The sailor feels and fears no ill,
For overhead Thou shinest still.
Beautiful Star, the darksome tomb
In Thy light shall lose its gloom.
O let me find Thy presence there,
And e'en in death I'll feel no fear.
HARMONY, 83. OLIVET, 75.
ARK! the herald angels sing,—
Glory to the new-born King;
Peace on earth, and mercy mild;
God and sinners reconciled.
Joyful, all ye nations, rise,
Join the triumph of the skies:
With the angelic host proclaim,-
Christ is born in Bethlehem.
Lo! He lays His glory by;
Born, that man no more may die;
Born, to raise the sons of earth;
Born, to give them second birth.
Come, Desire of Nations, come;
Fix in us Thy humble home;
Rise, the woman's conquering Seed;
Bruise in us the serpent's head.
Sing we, then, with angels sing,-
Glory to the new-born King;
Glory in the highest heaven,
Peace on earth, and man forgiven.
Chorus. Hark! the herald angels sing,-
Glory to the new-born King.
Rev. Charles Wesley, M.A., 1743 (died 1788).
DURHAM, 71. PERCIVAL'S, 76.
42 CHILDREN once were heard to sing,
Welcome unto Israel's King;
When so many silent were,
Their hosannas filled the air.
Happy, happy we should be,
If the Saviour we could see,
Walking in our midst once more,
As He did in days of yore.
Oh! how thankful we should feel,
At His feet to humbly kneel
And as we our sins confess,
See Him smile, and hear Him bless.
Oh! how gladly we should try,
When the Lord was passing by,
Some kind sign of love to bring,
And hosanna loudly sing.
Oh! how much we should rejoice,
Could we hear His loving voice
Say our sins are all forgiven,
Hear Him speak of joys in heaven.
Jesus, Thou art still the same,
Still Thou dost Thy love proclaim ;
Oh! come visit us to-day,
Enter every heart we pray.
Show Thy power, tell Thy love,
Point us all to life above;
Let us all Thy presence see,
Call us all to follow Thee.
PERCY, 77. SHARON, 79.
43 He was once a little child:
YHRIST is merciful and mild—
He, whom heavenly hosts adore,
Lived on earth among the poor.
Thus He laid His glory by,
When for us He stooped to die;
How I wonder when I see
His unbounded love to me !
He the sick to health restored,
To the poor He preached the word;
Even children had a share
Of His tender love and care.
Every bird can build its nest,
Foxes have their place of rest;
He, by whom the world was made,
Had not where to lay His head.
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