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He is Lord of all.—Acts x. 36.

C.M.

ALL hail the power of Jesu's name,
Let angels prostrate fall;
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown Him Lord of all.

2 Crown Him, ye martyrs of our God,
Who from His altar call;
Extol the Stem-of-Jesse's Rod,
And crown Him Lord of all.

3 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race,

A remnant weak and small; Hail Him who saves you by His grace, And crown Him Lord of all.

4 Ye Gentile sinners, ne'er forget

The wormwood and the gall; Go, spread your trophies at His feet, And crown Him Lord of all.

5 Let every kindred, every tribe, On this terrestrial ball,

To Him all majesty ascribe,

And crown Him Lord of all.

6 0 that with yonder sacred throng,
We at His feet may fall,
There join the everlasting song,
And crown Him Lord of all. Amen.
Edward Perronet. 1780. Alt.
Last verse J. Rippon. 1787.

The universal Lord,

By whose almighty word
Creation rose in form complete.

2 A servant's form He wore,
And in His body bore
Our dreadful curse on Calvary :
He like a victim stood,

And poured His sacred blood,
To set the guilty captives free.
3 But soon the Victor rose

Triumphant o'er His foes, And led the vanquished host in chains; He threw their empire down, His foes compelled to own, O'er all the great Messiah reigns.

4 With mercy's mildest grace, He governs all our race In wisdom, righteousness, and love; Who to Messiah fly

Shall find redemption nigh, And all His great salvation prove.

5 Hail, Saviour, Prince of Peace! Thy kingdom shall increase, Till all the world Thy glory see, And righteouness abound, As the great deep profound, And fill the earth with purity! Amen. Benjamin Rhodes. 1806.

There is none other name under heaven given among men, whereby we must be saved. Acts iv. 12.

JESUS, lover of my soul,

Let me to Thy bosom fly,
While the nearer waters roll,
While the tempest still

high;

Hide
me, O my Saviour, hide,
Till the storm of life be past;
Safe into the haven guide,

O receive my soul at last!

2 Other refuge have I none,

Hangs my helpless soul on Thee;
Leave, ah! leave me not alone,
Still support and comfort me:
All my trust on Thee is stayed,
All my help from Thee I bring;
Cover my defenceless head

With the shadow of Thy wing.

3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want,
More than all in Thee I find:
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,
Heal the sick, and lead the blind.
Just and holy is Thy name,

I am all unrighteousness;
False and full of sin I am,

Thou art full of truth and grace.

4 Plenteous grace with Thee is found,
Grace to cover all my sin;
Let the healing streams abound,
Make and keep me pure within.
Thou of life the fountain art,

God hath made that same Jesus, whom ye have crucified, both Lord and Christ.-Acts ii. 36.

JESUS is our common Lord,
He our loving Saviour is

;

By His death to life restored,
Misery we exchange for bliss;

2 Bliss to carnal minds unknown,
O'tis more than tongue can tell!
Only to believers shown,
Glorious and unspeakable!

3 Christ, our Brother and our Friend,
Shows us His eternal love :
Never shall our triumphs end,

Till we take our seats above.

4 Let us walk with Him in white,
For our bridal day prepare,
For our partnership in light,
For our glorious meeting there!
Wesley. 1742.

2 Fairer than all the earth-born race,
Perfect in comeliness Thou art;
Replenished are Thy lips with grace,
And full of love Thy tender heart.
God ever blest! we bow the knee,
And own all fulness dwells in Thee.

3 Gird on Thy thigh the Spirit's sword,
And take to Thee Thy power divine;
Stir up Thy strength, almighty Lord,
All power and majesty are Thine;
Assert Thy worship and renown;
O all-redeeming God, come down!

4 Come, and maintain Thy righteous

3 'Tis there, with the lambs of Thy flock, There only I covet to rest, To lie at the foot of the rock,

Or rise to be hid in Thy breast: 'Tis there I would always abide, And never a moment depart; Concealed in the cleft of Thy side, Eternally held in Thy heart.

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Charles Wesley. 1762.

8.8.8.8. D. Anapastic.

Thou shalt make them drink of the river of
Thy pleasures.-Psalm xxxvi. 8.
FOUNTAIN of Life and of Grace
In Christ, our Redeemer, we see :
For us who His offers embrace,
For all, it is open and free:
Jehovah Himself doth invite

To drink of His pleasures unknown,
The streams of immortal delight,
That flow from His heavenly throne.
2 As soon as in Him we believe,
By faith of His Spirit we take;
And, freely forgiven, receive
The mercy for Jesus's sake:
We gain a pure drop of His love,
The life of eternity know,
Angelical happiness prove,

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And witness a heaven below.

Charles Wesley. 1762.

C.M.

Whom having not seen, ye love.-1 Peter i. 8.
JESUS, these eyes have never seen
That radiant form of Thine;
The veil of sense hangs dark between
Thy blessed face and mine.

2 I see Thee not, I hear Thee not,
Yet art Thou oft with me;
And earth has ne'er so dear a spot,
As where I meet with Thee.

3 Like some bright dream, that comes unsought,

When slumbers o'er me roll, Thine image ever fills my thought, And charms my ravished soul.

4 Yea, though I have not seen, and still Must rest in faith alone,

I love Thee, dearest Lord, and will,
Unseen but not unknown.

4 For every tribulation,

For every sore distress,
In Christ I've full salvation,
Sure help and quiet rest.
No fear of foes prevailing,
I triumph, Lord, in Thee:
O Jesus, Friend unfailing,

How dear art Thou to me!

From the German. Tr. Mrs. H. K. Browne.

2 What fills my soul with gladness?

"Tis Thine abounding grace;
Where can I look, in sadness,
But, Jesus, on Thy face?
My all is Thy providing;

Thy love can ne'er grow cold;
In Thee, my refuge, hiding,

No good wilt Thou withhold.

3 Why should I droop in sorrow?

Thou'rt ever by my side:
Why, trembling, dread the morrow?
What ill can e'er betide?
If I my cross have taken,

"Tis but to follow Thee;
If scorned, despised, forsaken,
Nought severs Thee from me.

The Lord descended in a cloud, proclaimed the name of the Lord.Exodus xxxiv. 5.

GREAT God

to me the sight afford
To him of old allowed;
And let my faith behold its Lord
Descending in a cloud.

2 In that revealing Spirit come down,
Thine attributes proclaim,
And to my inmost soul make known
The glories of Thy Name.

3 Jehovah, Christ, I Thee adore,
Who gav'st my soul to be!
Fountain of being, and of power,
And great in majesty.

4 The Lord, the mighty God, Thou art;
But let me rather prove
That name in-spoken to my heart,
That favourite name of Love.

5 Merciful God, Thyself proclaim
In this polluted breast;
Mercy is Thy distinguished name,
Which suits a sinner best.

6 Our misery doth for pity call,
Our sin implores Thy grace;
And Thou art merciful to all
Our lost apostate race.

Charles Wesley. 1763.