I THE Saviour! O what endless charms
Dwell in the blissful sound!
Its influence every fear disarms,
And spreads sweet comfort round.
2 The almighty Former of the skies
Stooped to our vile abode ;
While angels viewed with wondering eyes
And hailed the incarnate God.
3 O the rich depths of love divine!
Of bliss a boundless store!
Dear Saviour, let me call Thee mine;
I cannot wish for more.
4 On Thee alone my hope relies,
Beneath Thy cross I fall;
My Lord, my Life, my Sacrifice,
My Saviour, and my All!
I THOU dear Redeemer, dying Lamb!
We love to hear of Thee;
No music's like Thy charming name,
Nor half so sweet can be.
2 O may we ever hear Thy voice
In mercy to us speak!
And in our priest we will rejoice,
Thou great Melchizedek.
3 Our Jesus shall be still our theme,
While in this world we stay ;
We'll sing our Jesus' lovely name
When all things else decay.
4 When we appear in yonder cloud,
With all the ransomed throng,
Then will we sing more sweet, more loud.
And Christ shall be our song.
I To our Redeemer's glorious name
Awake the sacred song;
O may His love, immortal flame,
Tune every heart and tongue!
2 His love, what mortal thought can reach ?
What mortal tongue display?
Imagination's utmost stretch
In wonder dies away.
3 Dear Lord, while we adoring pay
Our humble thanks to Thee;
May every heart with rapture say,
The Saviour died for me.
O may the sweet, the blissful theme
Move every heart and tongue;
Till strangers love Thy charming name,
And join the sacred song!
I WE sing the praise of Him who died,
Of Him who died upon the cross;
The sinner's hope let men deride,
For this we count the world but loss.
2 Inscribed upon the cross we see,
In shining letters, "God is Love;"
He bears our sins upon the tree,
He brings us mercy from above.
3 The cross! it takes our guilt away;
It holds the fainting spirit up;
It cheers with hope the gloomy day,
And sweetens every bitter cup.
4 It makes the coward spirit brave,
And nerves the feeble arm for fight;
It takes its terror from the grave,
And gilds the bed of death with light.
5 The balm of life, the cure of woe,
The measure and the pledge of love,
The sinner's refuge here below,
The angels' theme in heaven above.
THE LORD JESUS CHRIST: HIS PRAISE.
I YE mortals, come, adore the Lord!
Let all mankind His fame record;
Awake, arise, to Him draw near;
Believe, and serve the Lord with fear.
2 Behold the Lamb of God! Adore !
He bled for us—our guilt He bore;
For us He bowed His head and died;
For us He rose-was glorified.
3 Come, haste to Him, for refuge flee!
Make Jesus' name your only plea;
In Him rejoice-on Him recline;
And in His glory ever shine.
4 Then, come, adore the God of grace!
'Tis bliss supreme to see His face;
From woe redeemed, with joyful lays,
For ever we shall shout His praise.
10.10.11.11.
I YE servants of God, your Master proclaim,
And publish abroad His wonderful name;
The name all-victorious of Jesus extol;
His kingdom is glorious, He rules over all.
2 God ruleth on high, almighty to save;
And still He is nigh-His presence we have;
The great congregation His triumph shall sing,
Ascribing salvation to Jesus our King.
3 Salvation to God, who sits on the throne,
Let all cry aloud and honour the Son;
The praises of Jesus the angels proclaim,
Fall down on their faces and worship the Lamb.
4 Then let us adore and give Him his right,
All glory and power, and wisdom and might;
All honour and blessing, with angels above,
And thanks never ceasing, and infinite love.
I COME, Holy Spirit, come;
Let Thy bright beams arise;
Dispel all sorrow from our minds,
All darkness from our eyes.
2 Convince us of our sin;
Then lead to Jesus' blood:
And to our wondering view reveal
The secret love of God.
3 Revive our drooping faith:
Our doubts and fears remove;
And kindle in our breasts the flame
Of never-dying love.
'Tis Thine to cleanse the heart,
To sanctify the soul,
To pour fresh life through every part,
And new create the whole.
Dwell therefore in our hearts,
Our minds from bondage free;
Then we shall know and praise and love
The Father, Son, and Thee.
I COME, Holy Ghost, in love,
Shed on us from above
Thine own bright ray:
Divinely good Thou art,
Thy sacred gifts impart
To gladden each sad heart;
O come to-day!
2 Come, tenderest Friend, and best,
Our most delightful Guest,
With soothing power;
Rest which the weary know,
Shade mid the noontide-glow,
Peace when deep griefs o'erflow;
Cheer us this hour!
3 Come, Light serene and still,
Our inmost bosoms fill;
Dwell in each breast;
We know no dawn but Thine;
Send forth Thy beams divine,
On our dark souls to shine,
And make us blest.
4 Come, all the faithful bless!
Let all who Christ confess
His praise employ ;
Give virtue's rich reward,
Victorious death accord,
And with our glorious Lord
Eternal joy!
KING ROBERT II. OF FRANCE, trans. RAY PALMER.
I COME, gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With light and comfort from above;
Be Thou our Guardian, Thou our Guide,
O'er every thought and step preside.
2 The light of truth to us display,
And make us know and choose Thy way;
Plant holy fear in every heart,
That we from God may ne'er depart.
Lead us to holiness, the road
That we must take to dwell with God;
Lead us to Christ, the living way,
Nor let us from His pastures stray.
4 Lead us to God, our final rest,
In His enjoyment to be blest;
Lead us to heaven, that we may share
Fulness of joy for ever there.
1 COME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With all Thy quickening powers,
Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love
In these cold hearts of ours.
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