His tongue in praise he did employ, HYMN CCCCLVIII. ISING my glorious Lord, The Saviour of mankind, Who was of woman born, To save poor man he dwelt on earth, Despis'd, forlorn. 2 Behold the Saviour prove By miracles divine, That he came down from heav'n above, He came to do the will Of God the Lord most high, 3 He died for sinful man, He yielded up his breath, He did descend to hell, And preach'd the gospel there, 4 Their souls he did redeem, By his most precious blood; And therefore they shall live to him, He is the Lord of all, The living and the dead; 5 He rose on the third day, And show'd himself alive; He did ascend to heav'n, And sits at God's right hand, From thence the Holy Ghost was giv'n To his dear band. 6 They did the gospel preach, And did to Jews and gentiles teach And that he rose again, And did to heav'n ascend; And shall return on earth to reign 7 This gospel we believe, For we its pow'r have felt, When we our Saviour's love receive Our hearts do melt. We love our glorious King, And triumph in his grace; And trust he will his servants bring 8 When Jesus shall appear In glory bright array'd, His voice shall all the righteous hear, They 'll rise with him to reign, 9 What glorious things are these! The day is at the door When Jesus shall descend, With our dear Friend. 10 Jesus our Lord shall reign, All things shall reconcile, Then shall the great Creator smile, HYMN CCCCLIX. ESUS, the thought of thee And with thee feast. No harmony so gay Did music ever frame, No thoughts can reach, no words can say How sweet thy name. 2 Thy name inspires my mind, More than I ask in thee I find, No eloquence of words Can tell the joys of love, Which Jesus' blessed name affords, 3 Thou who didst die for me Upon the shameful cross, What shall I do to honour thee, I'll dedicate my heart To serve thee all my days, 4 In thy blest steps I'll tread, To self, the world, to sin be dead: Give me a heart like thine, As free from wrath and pride, 5 Thy pow'r I fain would know, More of thy saving grace bestow, Come, Lord, possess my heart, 6 Thy glory shines most clear, Strength, wisdom, righteousness. By thee, they are for glory seal'd, Spirit of Grace. HYMN CCCCLX. 'HOU worthy Lamb of God, TH Whom heav'nly hosts adore, Who did for sinners shed thy blood, Their sorrows bore. Who died and rose again, Ascended up above, And there dost intercede for men, We sing thy love. 2 Thy pity stoop'd so low, As reach'd our woeful case, Thy life, thy blood, thou didst bestow, For our lost race. Thou didst behold us lost,. And didst resolve to have The human race, whate'er the cost, |