Rob'd in white, a multitude, Countless, shouting as but one,f "Praise and glory to our God, Sitting on his heav'nly throne ; Glory to the Lamb, whose blood For our sins doth well atone!"

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2 Angels too, while they adore,
Rapt in wonder, prostrate, said,-
"Wisdom, majesty, and power,
Honor, glory, thanks be paid
To the Lamb, that once was slain,
Unto whom we lowly bend,
And to God in loudest strain,—
Ceaseless,―ages without end!

185.

(i. 1.)

C. M.

ALLEN.

St. John's. Nottingham,

A New Song to the Lamb. Rev. 5.

aff 1 THE glories of the Lamb survey, Amidst his Father's throne:

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New honors to his name now pay,
And songs before unknown.

2 Let elders worship at his feet,
The church adore around,

With vials full of odors sweet,
And harps of sweeter sound.

3 Those are the pray'rs of all the saints,
And these the hymns, they raise:
Jesus is kind to our complaints,

He loves to hear our praise.

f 4 Now to the Lamb, that once was slain,
We praises loud proclaim ;-
Salvation, glory, joy remain
Forever to thy name!

mp 5 Thou has redeem'd our souls with blood, Hast set the pris'ners free,

Hast made us kings and priests to God;

mf And we shall reign with Thee!

WATTS.

186.

6 & 4. Dort. Italian Hymn.
Christ's Triumph.

mf 1 LET us awake our joys,
Strike up with cheerful voice,
Each creature sing:

Angels, begin the song;
Mortals, the strain prolong
In accents sweet and strong,
"JESUS is King!"

2 He vanquish'd sin and hell,
And our last foe will quell;
Mourners, rejoice!

His dying love adore,—

Praise Him, now rais'd in power,
Praise Him forevermore,

With joyful voice!

3 All hail the glorious day,

When through the heav'nly way
Lo, He shall come!

While they, who pierc'd Him, wail,
His promise shall not fail ;

Saints, see your King prevail:-
Great SAVIOR, come!

KINGSBURY.

Westford. Melody.

The Lamb worshipped. Rev. 5.

mf 1 COME, let us join our cheerful songs With angels round the throne;

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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,
For He was slain for us!"

3. Jesus is worthy to receive
Honor and pow'r divine,

And blessings more, than we can give,
Be, Lord, forever thine!

mf 4 Let all beneath and in the sky

Their songs in concert raise,

Exalt thy wondrous glories high,
And speak thine endless praise!
5 The whole creation join in one
To bless in joyful strain

188.

The Father, sitting on the throne,
And Christ, the Lamb once slain!

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WATTS.

Edyfield, Pilgrim.

Praise of Christ in Heaven.

mp 1 0, HOW sweet in heav'n to sing
Wondrous love of Christ, our King;
There extolling His blest name,
Who once bore the sinner's shame?
2 'Tis a song, that ne'er shall close,
While time's current endless flows;
'Tis a song of pure delight,
Sung by saints, array'd in light!
aff 3 JESUS! shall I join that song?

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Shall my voice thy praise prolong?
Bring me to thy heav'nly throne,
All thy love to me make known?
4 I would join the heav'nly throng,
I would raise my endless song,-
"Glory, honor, praise to Thee,
Who didst die in shame for me!"

ALLEN.

189.

OF THE HOLY SPIRIT.

L.M.

Prayer for the Spirit.

Belville, Newcourt.

Aff 1 ETERNAL Spirit, source of light,
Enliv'ning, consecrating fire,

Descend and with a flame most bright
Our dull, our frozen hearts inspire;
O, make our hearts thy chosen home!
Come, condescending Spirit, come!

2 In our cold breasts O strike a spark

Of the pure flame, which seraphs feel,
Nor let us wander in the dark,

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Nor lie benumm'd and stupid still;
Come, vivifying Spirit, come,

And make our hearts thy constant home. 3 Let pure devotion's fervor rise ;

Let every pious passion glow:

O, let the raptures of the skies

Be kindled in our hearts below!
Come, condescending Spirit, come,
And make our souls thy constant home!

DAVIES.

190.

(ii. 34.)

C. M.

Litchfield. Arlington.

Breathing after the Holy Spirit.

Aff 1 COME, Holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove,
With all thy quick'ning powers!
Kindle a flame of sacred love
In these cold hearts of ours.

mp 2 Alas! we grovel here below,
Fond of these trifling toys!

Our souls no warm aspirings know
For high, eternal joys.

3 In vain we tune our formal songs,
In vain we strive to rise;

Hosannas languish on our tongues,
And our devotion dies.

mp 4 Shall we, O Lord, forever be
In this poor, lifeless state?.

Our love so faint, so cold to Thee,
And thine to us so great?

mf 5 Come, Holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove,
With all thy quick'ning powers!

191.

Come, shed abroad a Savior's love,
And that shall kindle ours!

L. M.

Prayer for the Spirit.

WATTS.

Clyde. Trenton.

aff 1 COME, Holy Ghost, all quick'ning fire!
Come, and my hallow'd heart inspire;

Now to my soul thyself reveal,
Thy mighty working let me feel.

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2 O make me teachable and mild,
And may I, as a little child,

My lowly Master's steps pursue:
In love create Thou all things new.

3 Let earth no more my heart divide,
With Christ may I be crucified ;—
Dead to the world, and all its toys,
Its idle pomp, and fading joys.
4 Besprinkled with atoning blood,
May I indeed be born of God:
Thy witness with my spirit bear,
That God, my God, inhabits there!

Prayer for the Spirit.

WESLEY'S COLL.

Hebron. Alfreton.

aff 1 O SPIRIT of the Living God!
In all thy plenitude of grace,
Where'er the foot of man hath trod,
Descend on our apostate race!

2 Give tongues of fire and hearts of love
To preach the reconciling word;
Give pow'r and unction from above,
Where'er the joyful sound is heard.
3 Be darkness, at thy coming, light,
Confusion order in thy path;

Souls without strength inspire with might;
Bid mercy triumph over wrath.

mf 4 Baptize the nations; far and nigh
The triumphs of the cross record ;
The name of Jesus glorify,

Till ev'ry kindred call Him Lord!

MONTGOMERY.

Dedham, Arundel.

Prayer for the Spirit.

aff 1 SPIRIT of Truth, to Thee we pray,

To Thee for help we cry,

To guide us through the dreary way
Of dark mortality.