HYMN

283.

III. 1.

YREAT High-priest, who deign'dst to be

G

Once the sacrifice for me,

Take this living heart of mine,
Lay it on Thy holy shrine.

2 Love, I know, accepteth nought,

Save what Thou, O Love, hast wrought;

Offer Thou my sacrifice,

Else to God it cannot rise.

3 Slay in me the wayward will,
Earthly sense and passion kill;
Tear self-love from out my heart,
Let me choose the better part.

4 Mighty Love, the flame inspire, Quick consume me in Thy fire; Fain were I of self bereft,

Naught but Thee within me left.

HYMN

284.

C. M.

OUR

UR God is love; and all His saints
His image bear below;

The heart with love to God inspired
With love to man will glow.

2 O may we love each other, Lord,
As we are loved of Thee!

For none are truly born of God,
Who live in enmity.

3 Heirs of the same immortal bliss,
Our hopes and fears the same,
The cords of love our hearts shall join,
The law of love inflame.

4 So shall the vain contentious world
Our peaceful lives approve;
And, wondering say, as they of old,
"See how these Christians love."

HYMN

PRAISE.

285.

C. M.

COM

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

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

2 "Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry,
To be exalted thus;"
"Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply,
66 'For He was slain for us.

3 Jesus is worthy to receive
Honour and power divine;
And blessings, more than we can give,
Be, Lord, for ever Thine.

4 Let all that dwell above the sky,
And air, and earth, and seas,
Conspire to lift Thy glories high,
And speak Thine endless praise.

5 The whole creation join in one,
To bless the glorious Name
Of Him that sitteth on the throne,
And to adore the Lamb.

HYMN

286.

C. M.

A

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

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

2 Crown Him, ye martyrs of our God,
Who from the Altar call;
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;
The God incarnate! Man divine!
And crown Him-Lord of all.

4 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race,
Ye ransom'd from the fall,

Hail Him who saves you by His grace,
And crown Him-Lord of all.

5 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.

6 Let every kindred, every tribe On this terrestrial ball,

To Him all majesty ascribe,

And crown Him- - Lord of all.

7 Oh, that with yonder shining throng,
We at His feet may fall;
Join in the everlasting song,

And crown Him Lord of all.

HYMN

M's

Y God, my King, thy various praise
Shall fill the remnant of my days;
Thy grace employ my humble tongue,
Till glory wake a loftier song.

2 The wings of every hour shall bear
Some thankful tribute to thine ear;
And every setting sun shall see
New works of duty, done for Thee.

3 Let distant times and nations raise
The blest succession of Thy praise,
And unborn ages still prolong
The joy and burden of the song.

4 But who can speak Thy wondrous deeds!
Thy greatness all my thoughts exceeds:
Vast and unsearchable thy ways,
Vast and immortal be Thy praise.

HYMN

A

LLELUIA ! best and sweetest
Of the hymns of praise above!
Alleluia! thou repeatest,

Angel host, these notes of love!
This ye utter

While your golden harps ye move.

2 Alleluia! church victorious,
Join the concert of the sky!
Alleluia! bright and glorious,
Lift, ye saints, this strain on high!
We poor exiles
Join not yet your melody.

3 Alleluia! strains of gladness
Suit not souls with anguish torn:
Alleluia! sounds of sadness

Best become our state forlorn:
Our offences

We with bitter tears must mourn.

4 But our earnest supplication,
Holy God, we raise to Thee;
Visit us with Thy salvation,
Make us all Thy joys to see!
Alleluia!

Ours at length this strain shall be !

HYMN

289.

III. 3.

ORD, thy glory fills the heaven;

Earth is with its fulness stored;

Unto Thee be glory given,

Holy, holy, holy Lord!

Heaven is still with anthems ringing:

Earth takes up the angels' cry,

"Holy, holy, holy," singing,

"Lord of hosts, the Lord most High !"

2 Ever thus in God's high praises,

Brethren, let our tongues unite,

While our thoughts His greatness raises,
And our love His gifts excite.