2 To day He rose and left the dead,
And Satan's empire fell;

To day the saints his triumphs spread,
And all his wonders tell.

3 Blest be the Lord, from heav'n who came
With messages of grace;

Who comes in God his Father's name
To save our sinful race.

4 Hosanna to the anointed!King,
To David's holy Son!

Help us, O Lord; descend and bring
Salvation from thy throne!

f 5 Hosanna in the loudest strains,
The church on earth can raise ;

The highest heav'ns, in which He reigns,
Shall give Him nobler praise!

WATTS.

FOURTH VERSION.-S. M. St. Thomas. Dover.

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Salvation by Christ.

1 SEE, what a living Stone

The builders did refuse!

Yet God hath built his church thereon

In spite of envious Jews.

2 The scribe and angry priest

Reject thine only Son;

Yet on this Rock shall Zion rest
As the chief corner-stone!

3 The work, O Lord, is thine,

And wondrous in our eyes;
This day declares it all divine,
This day did Jesus rise!

mf 4 This is the glorious day,

That our Redeemer made;

Let us rejoice, and sing, and pray;
Let grateful praise be paid!

f 5 Hosanna to the King

Of David's royal blood!

Bless Him, ye saints, He comes to bring
Salvation from your God!

WATTS.

FIFTH VER.-S. M. St. Thomas. Silver Street.

Christ the Foundation of the Church.

1 SEE, what a glorious Stone
The builders did despise,-
JESUS, the Christ, God's only Son,
Descended from the skies!

2 Yet on this rock is placed,—
This corner stone well tried,-
Zion's broad temple undefaced,
Which shames each house of pride.

mf 8 Still higher shall it rise,

Expanding in extent,

Till it shall greet all human eyes
In joyful wonderment!

f 4 Then shall one temple-song

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Sound from all lips abroad,

One song from earth's uncounted throng,
One song of praise to God!

ALLEN.

SIXTH VERSION.-68. Chaplin. Alps.

Praise to God.

mf 1 GIVE thanks unto the Lord,

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And come in rapt'rous mood
To praise Him, who is good,
And faithful to his word:-
Let Israel now say,
His mercy lasts for aye!

2 Within the good man's tent
You hear a gladsome voice,
For He doth e'er rejoice
In mercies to him sent:-
Thy own right hand of might,
O Lord, his foes shall smite.

3 On failing vision, dim,

God shed his splendors great ;—
Then ope to me his gate,

To render praise to Him:
"Tis God, who light doth show!
Let praise, then, ceaseless flow!

ALLEN.

119. FIRST VERSION.-L. M. Hebron. Ward,

Love to God's Word.

aff 1 O, HOW I love thy law, O Lord,
And ponder on thy precious word?
From this full fount of light and love
I draw the wisdom from above.

2 Thy word,-a lamp of purest light,
Outbeaming on the darksome night,—
Shall guide me, lest my feet should stray,
And lead me in the heav'nward way.
3 O, how I love thy holy word?
What joys and hopes thy truths afford?
Not honey to my mouth so sweet,
As some sure promise, which I meet!
4 As rainbow bird, 'mid beauteous flowers,
Roves and each nectar cup explores,
So to thy op'ning truths I haste,
And food of heav'n in wonder taste!

ALLEN.

SECOND VERSION.-C. M. Medfield. Dedham.
Instruction from Scripture.

1 HOW shall the young secure their hearts,
And guard their lives from sin?
Thy word the choicest rule imparts
To keep the conscience clean.

2 When once it enters to the mind,
It spreads such light abroad,
The meanest souls instruction find,
And raise their thoughts to GOD.

3 'T is, like the sun, a heav'nly light,
That guides us all the day;

And, through the dangers of the night,
A lamp to lead our way.

mf 4 Thy word is everlasting truth!
How pure is every page?

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That holy book shall guide our youth,
And well support our age.

WATTS.

THIRD VERSION.-C. M."Meriden. Warwick.

Delight in the Scriptures.

Aff 1 O, HOW I love thy holy law!
'Tis daily my delight;

And thence my meditations draw
Divine advice by night.

2 My waking eyes prevent the day
To meditate thy word;

My soul with longing melts away
To hear thy gospel, Lord!

3 How doth thy word my heart engage?
How well employ my tongue?

And in my tiresome pilgrimage
Yields me a heav'nly song!

WATTS.

FOURTH VERSION.-C. M. St. Martin's. Irish.

Perfection of Scripture.

1 LET all the heathen writers join
To form one perfect book ;-

Great God! if once compar'd with thine,
How mean their writings look?

2 Not the most perfect rules, they gave,
Could show one sin forgiven,

Nor lead a step beyond the grave ;—
But thine conduct to heaven!

3 I've seen an end of what we call
Perfection here below;

How short the pow'rs of nature fall,
And can no further go.

4 Yet men would fain be just with God
By works, their hands have wrought;
But thy commands, exceeding broad,
Extend to ev'ry thought.

5 Our faith, and love, and ev'ry grace
Fall far below thy word;

But perfect truth and righteousness
Dwell only with the Lord.

WATTS.

FIFTH VERSION-C. M. Dedham. Litchfield.

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Value of the Bible.

1 LORD, I have made thy word my choice,
My lasting heritage;

There shall my noblest pow'rs rejoice,
My warmest thoughts engage!

2 I'll read the histories of thy love,
And keep thy laws in sight,

While through the promises I rove
With ever fresh delight.

mf 3 'T is a broad land, of wealth unknown,
Where springs of life arise,

Seeds of immortal bliss are sown,
And hidden glory lies.

mp 4 The best relief, that mourners have,
It makes our sorrows blest;

mf Our fairest hope beyond the grave, And our eternal rest!

WATTS.

SIXTH VERSION.-C. M. Melrose. Winter. Breathing after Holiness.

Aff 1 0, THAT the Lord would guide my ways
To keep his statutes still!

O that my God would grant me grace
To know and do his will!

2 O, send thy Spirit down,-to write
Thy law upon my heart;

No slanders let my tongue indite,
Nor act the liar's part.

3 From vanity turn off my eyes;
Let no corrupt design,

Nor covetous desires arise
Within this soul of mine.

4 Order my footsteps by thy word,
And make my heart sincere:
Let sin have no dominion, Lord,
But keep my conscience clear.

5 My soul hath gone too far astray,
My feet too often slip;