"He shall have dominion from sea to sea."
1 JESUS shall reign where'er the sun
Does his successive journeys run;
His kingdom stretch from shore to shore,
Till moons shall wax and wane no more.
2 For him shall endless prayer be made,
And praises throng to crown his head;
His name, like sweet perfume, shall rise
With every morning sacrifice.
3 People and realms of every tongue
Dwell on his love with sweetest song;
And infant voices shall proclaim
Their early blessings on his name.
4 Blessings abound where'er he reigns;
The prisoner leaps to lose his chains;
The weary find eternal rest,
And all the sons of want are blessed.
"I am the light of the world."
1 LIGHT of the world, we hail thee
Flushing the eastern skies,
Never shall darkness veil thee
Again from human eyes;
Too long, alas, withholden,
Now spread from shore to shore,
Thy light, so glad and golden,
Shall set on earth no more.
2 Light of the world, thy beauty
Steals into every heart,
And glorifies with duty
Life's poorest, humblest part;
Thou robest in thy splendour
The simple ways of men,
And helpest them to render
Light back to thee again.
3 Light of the world, before thee
Our spirits prostrate fall;
We worship, we adore thee,
Thou Light, the life of all;
With thee is no forgetting
Of all thine hand hath made,
Thy rising hath no setting,
Thy sunshine hath no shade.
4 Light of the world, illumine
This darkened land of thine,
Till everything that's human
Be filled with what's divine;
Till every tongue and nation,
From sin's dominion free,
Rise in the new creation
Which springs from Love and thee.
John Samuel Bewley Monsell. 1863.
"Thy name is as ointment poured forth."
1 How sweet the name of Jesus sounds
In a believer's ear:
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear.
2 It makes the wounded spirit whole,
And calms the troubled breast;
'Tis manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary rest.
3 Dear name, the rock on which I build;
My shield and hiding-place;
My never-failing treasury, filled
With boundless stores of grace.
4 By thee my prayers acceptance gain,
Although with sin defiled;
Satan accuses me in vain,
And I am owned a child.
5 Jesus, my Shepherd, Husband, Friend,
My Prophet, Priest, and King;
My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End,
Accept the praise I bring.
6 Weak is the effort of my heart,
And cold my warmest thought;
But when I see thee as thou art,
I'll praise thee as I ought.
7 Till then I would thy love proclaim
With every fleeting breath;
the music of thy name
Refresh my soul in death.
"None other name whereby we must be saved."
1 JESUS, transporting sound,
The joy of earth and heaven;
No other help is found,
No other name is given,
By which we can salvation have;
But Jesus came the world to save.
2 His name the sinner hears,
And is from sin set free;
"Tis music in his ears,
'Tis life and victory;
New songs do now his lips employ,
And dances his glad heart for joy.
3 O unexampled love,
O all-redeeming grace,
How swiftly didst thou move
To save a fallen race.
What shall I do to make it known
What thou for all mankind hast done?
4 O for a trumpet-voice,
On all the world to call,
To bid their hearts rejoice
In him who died for all;
For all my Lord was crucified:
For all, for all, my Saviour died.
"Thou shalt call his name Jesus."
10 FOR a thousand tongues to sing
My great Redeemer's praise,
The glories of my God and King,
The triumphs of his grace.
2 Jesus, the name that charms our fears,
That bids our sorrows cease;
"Tis music in the sinner's ears;
"Tis life, and health, and peace.
3 He breaks the power of cancelled sin,
He sets the prisoner free;
His blood can make the foulest clean,
His blood availed for me.
4 He speaks, and, listening to his voice,
New life the dead receive;
The mournful, broken hearts rejoice;
The humble poor believe.
5 Hear him, ye deaf; his praise, ye dumb,
Your loosened tongues employ ;
Ye blind, behold your Saviour come;
And leap, ye lame, for joy.
6 Look unto him, ye nations; own
Your God, ye fallen race;
Look, and be saved through faith alone,
Be justified by grace.
7 See all your sins on Jesus laid:
The Lamb of God was slain,
His soul was once an offering made
For every soul of man.
"There shall be a fountain opened for sin and uncleanness."
1 THERE is a fountain filled with blood,
Drawn from Immanuel's veins,
And sinners plunged beneath that flood
Lose all their guilty stains.
2 The dying thief rejoiced to see
That fountain in his day;
And there have I, as vile as he,
Washed all my sins away.
3 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream
Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be till I die.
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