Jam Lucis Orto Sidere.

JOHN BISHOP, c. 1720.

1 WE sing the praise of Him Who died,

Of Him Who died upon the cross; The sinner's hope let men deride, For this we count the world but loss.

2 Inscribed upon the cross we see

In shining letters, God is Love; He bears our sins upon the tree, He brings us mercy from above.

3 The Cross! it takes our guilt away:
It holds the fainting spirit up;
It cheers with hope the gloomy day,
And sweetens every bitter cup;

4 It makes the coward spirit brave,

And nerves the feeble arm for fight; It takes its terror from the grave, And gilds the bed of death with light:

5 The balm of life, the cure of woe,

The measure and the pledge of love, The sinner's refuge here below,

The angels' theme in heaven above.
Thomas Kelly, 1820,

1

LORD Jesu, when we stand afar

And gaze upon Thy Holy Cross, In love of Thee and scorn of self, Oh! may we count the world as loss.

2 When we behold Thy bleeding wounds, And the rough way that Thou hast trod,

Make us to hate the load of sin

That lay so heavy on our God.

3 O holy Lord! uplifted high

With outstretched arms, in mortal
woe,

Embracing in Thy wondrous love
The sinful world that lies below,

4 Give us an ever living faith

To gaze beyond the things we see; And in the mystery of Thy death

Draw us and all men unto Thee!

William Walsham How [1854].

1 BLOW ye the trumpet, blow,

The gladly solemn sound;

Let all the nations know,
To earth's remotest bound;
The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

2 Jesus, our great High Priest,
Hath full atonement made;

Ye weary spirits, rest;

Ye mournful souls, be glad :
The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

3 Extol the Lamb of God,
The all-atoning Lamb;
Redemption in His blood

Throughout the world proclaim:
The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

5

Ye slaves of sin and hell,
Your liberty receive;
And safe in Jesus dwell,
And blest in Jesus live:

The year of Jubilee is come;

Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

Ye, who have sold for nought Your heritage above, Shall have it back unbought, The gift of Jesus' love; The year of Jubilee is come; Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

6 The Gospel Trumpet hear,

The news of heavenly grace; And, saved from earth, appear Before your Saviour's face: The year of Jubilee is come; Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. Charles Wesley, 1751.