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108 Praise to Christ. 8s & 7s. 1 Crown his head with endless blessing, Who, in God the Father's name, With compassion never ceasing,

Comes, salvation to proclaim. 2 Lo, Jehovah, we adore thee,

Thee, our Saviour-thee, our God; From thy throne let beams of glory Shine through all the world abroad. 3 Jesus, thee our Saviour hailing, Thee our God in praise we own; Highest honors, never failing,

Rise eternal round thy throne.

4 Now, ye saints, his power confessing,
In your grateful strains adore;
For his mercy, never ceasing,
Flows, and flows forevermore.

PRATT'S COL.

109

Jesus exalted to the Throne. 8s & 7s. 1 Jesus, hail! enthroned in glory, There forever to abide;

All the heavenly hosts adore thee Seated at thy Father's side. 2 There for sinners thou art pleading, There thou dost our place prepare ; Ever for us interceding,

Till in glory we appear.

3 Worship, honor, power, and blessing,
Thou art worthy to receive:
Loudest praises, without ceasing,
Meet it is for us to give.

4 Help, ye bright angelic spirits!
Bring your sweetest, noblest lays;
Help to sing your Saviour's merits,-
Help to chant Immanuel's praise.

BURDER'S COL.

111

Christ expiring upon the Cross.

1 ""Tis finished!"- so the Saviour cried, And meekly bowed his head and died: 'Tis finished! -yes, the race is run, The battle fought, the victory won. 2 'Tis finished!-this his dying groan Shall sins of deepest hue atone, And millions be redeemed from death By Jesus' last expiring breath.

3 'Tis finished!-Heaven is reconciled, And all the powers of darkness spoiled; Peace, love, and happiness, again Return, and dwell with sinful men. 4'Tis finished!-let the joyful sound Be heard through all the nations round; 'Tis finished!-let the triumph rise, And swell the chorus of the skies.

C. STENNETT.

112

Remembering Christ. Krishna Pal.

10 thou, my soul, forget no more
The Friend who all thy sorrows bore;
Let every idol be forgot;

But, O my soul, forget him not.

2 Renounce thy works and ways, with grief, And fly to this divine relief;

Nor Him forget, who left his throne, And for thy life gave up his own. 3 Eternal truth and mercy shine In him, and he himself is thine; And canst thou, then, with sin beset, Such charms, such matchless charms, for get?

4 O, no; till life itself depart,

His name shall cheer and warm my heart; And, lisping this, from earth I'll rise, And join the chorus of the skies.

2 Crown the Saviour, angels, crown him;
Rich the trophies Jesus brings;
In the seat of power enthrone him,
While the heavenly concave rings;
Crown him, Crown him

Crown the Saviour King of kings.

3 Sinners in derision crowned him,

Mocking thus the Saviour's claim; Saints and angels crowd around him, Own his title, praise his name: Crown him, crown him;

Spread abroad the Victor's fame.

4 Hark! those bursts of acclamation! Hark! those loud, triumphant chords! Jesus takes the highest station;

O, what joy the sight affords!
Crown him, crown him,

King of kings, and Lord of lords.

1 Jesus! thy love shall we forget;
And never bring to mind
The grace that paid our hopeless debt,
And bade us pardon find?

2 Shall we thy life of grief forget,
Thy fasting and thy prayer;
Thy locks with mountain vapors wet,
To save us from despair?

3 Gethsemane can we forget-
Thy struggling agony-
When night lay dark on Olivet,
And none to watch with thee?
4 Can we the crown of thorns forget,
The buffeting and shame;
When hell thy sinking soul beset,
And earth reviled thy name?

5 Our sorrows and our sins were lail
On thee-alone on thee:
Thy precious blood our ransom paid-
Thine all the glory be.

CH. LYRE.