4 Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were an offering far too small;
Love so amazing, so Divine,
Demands my life, my soul, my all.
5 To Christ, who won for sinners grace
By bitter grief and anguish sore,
Be praise from all the ransomed race,
For ever and for evermore.
HEN our heads are bowed with woe,
When our bitter tears o'erflow,
When we mourn the lost, the dear,
Son of Man, O Jesus, hear!
2 Thou our throbbing flesh hast worn,
Thou our mortal griefs hast borne,
Thou hast shed the human tear;
Son of Man, O Jesus, hear!
3 Thou hast bowed the dying head,
Thou the blood of life hast shed,
Thou hast filled a mortal bier;
Son of Man, O Jesus, hear!
4 When the heart is sad within
With the thought of all its sin,
When the spirit shrinks with fear,
Son of Man, O Jesus, hear!
5 Thou the shame, the grief, hast known,
Though the sins were not Thine own;
Thou hast deigned their load to bear;
Son of Man, O Jesus, hear!
HERE high the heavenly temple stands,
The house of God not made with hands,
A great High Priest our nature wears,
The Guardian of mankind appears.
2 He, who for men their Surety stood,
And poured on earth His precious blood,
Pursues in heaven His mighty plan,
The Saviour and the Friend of man.
3 Jesus, who suffered here below,
Feels sympathy with human woe,
And still remembers, in the skies,
His tears, His prayers, His agonies.
4 In every pang that rends the heart
The Man of Sorrows had a part;
Touched with the feeling of our grief,
He to the sufferer sends relief.
5 With boldness therefore, at the throne
Let us make all our sorrows known,
And ask the aid of heavenly power
To help us in the evil hour.
6 All praise to God the Father be,
All praise, eternal Son, to Thee,
Whom, with the Spirit, we adore
For ever and for evermore.
WHO are these in bright array,
This innumerable throng
Round the altar night and day,
Hymning one triumphant song?
"Worthy is the Lamb once slain,
Blessing, honour, glory, power,
Wisdom, riches to obtain ;
New dominion every hour."
2 These through fiery trials trod;
These from great affliction came;
Now before the throne of God,
Sealed with His almighty name,
Clad in raiment pure and white,
Victor-palms in every hand,
Through their dear Redeemer's might
More than conquerors they stand.
3 Hunger, thirst, disease unknown,
On immortal fruits they feed;
Them the Lamb amidst the throne
Shall to living fountains lead;
Joy and gladness banish sighs,
Perfect love dispels all fears,
And for ever from their eyes
God shall wipe away the tears.
[HO are these, like stars appearing, These before God's throne who stand?
Each a golden crown is wearing:
Who are all this glorious band?
Alleluia! hark they sing,
Praising loud their heavenly King.
2 Who are these in dazzling brightness,
Clothed in God's own righteousness?
These, whose robes of purest whiteness
Shall their lustre still possess,
Still untouched by time's rude hand :
Whence comes all this glorious band?
3 These are they who have contended
For their Saviour's honour long,
Wrestling on till life was ended,
Following not the sinful throng;
These, who well the fight sustained,
Triumph by the Lamb have gained.
4 These are they whose hearts were riven,
Sore with woe and anguish tried,
Who in prayer full oft have striven
With the God they glorified;
Now, their painful conflict o'er,
God has bid them weep no more.
5 These, the Almighty contemplating,
Did as priests before Him stand,
Soul and body always waiting
Day and night at His command:
Now in God's most holy place
Blest they stand before His face.
ITH anxious eyes I look around,
Life seems a dark and stormy sea;
Yet midst the gloom I hear a sound,
A heavenly whisper, "Come to Me."
2 It tells me of a place of rest;
It tells me where my soul may flee :
Oh, to the weary, faint, opprest,
How sweet the bidding, "Come to
3 When the poor heart with anguish learns
That earthly props resigned must be,
And from each broken cistern turns,
It hears the accents, "Come to Me."
4 When against sin I strive in vain,
And cannot from its yoke get free,
Sinking beneath the heavy chain,
The words arrest me, "Come to Me."
5 When nature shudders, loth to part
From all I love, enjoy, and see;
When a faint chill comes o'er my heart,
A sweet voice utters, "Come to Me."
6 0 voice of mercy, voice of love,
In death's last painful agony
Support me, cheer me from above,
And gently whisper, "Come to Me."
servants of the Lord,
Each in his office wait,
Observant of His heavenly word,
And watchful at His gate.
2 Let all your lamps be bright,
And trim the golden flame;
Gird up your loins, as in His sight,
For awful is His name.
Watch, 'tis your Lord's command;
And, while we speak, He's near;
Mark the first signal of His hand,
And ready all appear.
O happy servant he,
In such a posture found!
shall his Lord with rapture see,
And be with honour crowned.
Christ shall the banquet spread
With His own royal hand,
And raise that faithful servant's head
Amid the angelic band.
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