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Jesu, Rex admirabilis. 1 Tim. 1. 17.

L. M.

O Jesus, great and wondrous King,
Triumphant over every foe;
What untold gladness thou dost bring-
All we desire in thee we know.

Abide with us, O Lord, we pray,
And let thy light within us shine;
Scatter the mists of night away,
And fill the world with joy divine.

When thou dost dwell within the heart
Then life's pure light within we know;
Swiftly earth's empty joys depart,
When in our souls thy love doth glow.

Oh, sweet thy love, thou wondrous King;
Pleasant beyond compare, and pure;
Sweeter than we can say or sing:
May it abide, abound, endure.

Thy love is proved by all thy pain,
By the out-pouring of thy blood;
Through this we our redemption gain
And share the vision of our God.

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Jesus, thou everlasting King,
Accept the tribute which we bring;
Accept the well deserved renown,
And wear our praises as thy crown.

Let every act of worship be
Like our espousals, Lord, to thee!
Like that dear hour when from above,
We first received thy pledge of love.

The gladness of that happy day,-
Our hearts would wish it long to stay
Nor let our faith forsake its hold,
Nor comforts sink, nor love grow cold.
Each following minute as it flies,
Increase thy praise, improve our joys;
Till we are raised to sing thy name,
At the great supper of the Lamb.

Oh, that the months would roll away,
And bring that coronation day!
The King of grace shall fill the throne,
With all his Father's glories on.

Jesus, thou joy of loving hearts!
Thou Fount of life! Thou Light of men!
From the best bliss that earth imparts
We turn unfilled to thee again.

Thy truth unchanged hath ever stood;
Thou savest those that on thee call;
To them that seek thee thou art good,
To them that find thee, all in all.

We taste thee, O thou Living Bread,
And long to feast upon thee still;
We drink of thee, the Fountain Head,
And thirst our souls from thee to fill.

Our restless spirits yearn for Thee,
Where'er our changeful lot is cast;
Glad, when thy gracious smile we sce,
Blest, when our faith can hold thee fast.

O Jesus, ever with us stay,
Make all our moments calm and bright;
Chase the dark night of sin away,
Shed o'er the world thy holy light.

Bernard of Clairvaux, 1091-1153. Tr. Ray Palmer, 1856.

Isaac Watts, ab., 1709.

"All night in prayer" whilst others slept,
Or, heedless, their wild revels kept.
In lonely spots, oppressed with care,
The Saviour spent His nights in prayer.
"All night in prayer"-'tis joy to know
I have such comfort in my woe;
And whilst I watch, His pity share,
Who often spent like hours in prayer.

"All night in prayer"-I love to think
His hand doth mix each cup I drink;
And for my blessing doth prepare
Each night of weariness and prayer.

"All night in prayer" O Saviour, Christ,
My sins deprived Thy life of rest;
And love for me didst make Thee bear
The sorrows of those nights of prayer.

"All night in prayer"-Ah! morn shall come,
A morn whose light shall guide me home;
Its dawn will scatter gloom and care,
And joy shall crown our nights of prayer.

Elizabeth Annable Needham, ab., 1868.

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Charles Zeuner, 1832.

298 2 He'll shield you with a wall of fire, With holy zeal your hearts inspire, Bid raging winds their fury cease, And calm the savage breast to peace. 3 And when our labors all are o'er, Then shall we meet to part no moreMeet, with the blood-bought throng to fall, And crown the Saviour Lord of all. Bourne Hall Draper, ab. 1803.

Luke xxii. 44.

299 And being in an agony, he prayed.
L. M.
Within the garden's whispering shade,
He knelt in anguish and alone;

And mid the gathering gloom he prayed,
While crushed by burdens not his own.

"My Father, if thou wilt, remove
This cup of woe and wrath divine;
But if I must its anguish prove,
Then not my will be done, but thine."

Alone he knelt, alone he wept;
Our cup he drank and for us prayed;
My soul awake! for thou hast slept
While Christ thy Master was betrayed.
Lord, think upon that hour of gloom,
Thy tears, thy blood, thine agony;
The cross, the darkness and the tomb,
Then, O my Saviour, think on me!

H., 1881.

My soul is exceeding sorrowful. Matt. xxvi. 38.

L. M.

'Tis midnight; and on Olive's brow The star is dimmed that lately shone; 'Tis midnight; in the garden now The suffering Saviour prays alone. 'Tis midnight; and, from all removed, The Saviour wrestles lone with fears; E'en that disciple whom he loved Heeds not his Master's grief and tears. 'Tis midnight; and, for others' guilt, The Man of Sorrows weeps in blood; Yet he, who hath in anguish knelt, Is not forsaken by his God. 'Tis midnight; and from ether-plains

Is borne the song that angels know; Unheard by mortals are the strains That sweetly soothe the Saviour's woe. William Bingham Tappan, 1829.

301 Great is the Lord and greatly to be praised. L. M.

Psalm

Great is the Lord, our tongues shall tell,

The power and glory of his grace, And join in the strains that seraphs swell Before his throne with veiled face.

To him our lofty songs we raise,

To him be endless worship given; To him be honor, power, and praise, From all that breathe in earth and heav'n. H., 1880.

The manifold wisdom of God. Eph. iii. 10.

L. M.

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Awake, my tongue; thy tribute bring
To Him who gave thee power to sing;
Praise Him who has all praise above,
The source of wisdom and of love.

How vast his knowledge! how profound!
A depth where all our thoughts are drowned!
The stars he numbers, and their names
He gives to all those heavenly flames.
Through each bright world above, behold
Ten thousand thousand charms unfold;
Earth, air, and mighty seas, combine
To speak his wisdom all divine.

But in redemption, Oh, what grace!
Its wonders, Oh, what thought can trace!
Here wisdom shines forever bright;
Praise him, my soul, with sweet delight.
vs. 1-3. John Needham, 1768.

Be still, my heart; what though the strife
Of lawless tongues may vex thy life;
Man's day is short, his judgment light,-
The greater Judge makes all things right.

Let not thy spirit be dismayed,
Though hosts against thee are arrayed;
Thy Master bore the scorn of men,
Nor when reviled reviled again.

Not like a taper's glimmering beam,
With flickering, faint, and fitful gleam;-
But steady as a silent star,

He shone, unmoved by strife or war.
Untroubled by earth's babbling host,
Anointed with the Holy Ghost,
His light and life have ever been
The life of God, the light of men.

Thus, in this world of wordy strife,
Oh, may we live the heavenly life;
And shining on through storm and night,
Walk as the children of the light.
Father, preserve us safe from harm,
By thy great Spirit's mighty charm;
And when earth's woes no more betide,
Our souls in thy pavilion hide.

H., 1870.

He is clothed with majesty. Psalm xciii. 1.

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With glory clad, with strength arrayed,
The Lord that o'er all nature reigns,
The world's foundations strongly laid,
And the vast fabric still sustains.
Which shall no change or period see!
How surely 'stablished is thy throne,
For thou, O Lord, and thou alone,
Art God from all eternity.

The floods, O Lord, lift up their voice,
But God above can still their noise,
And toss their troubled waves on high;
And make the angry sea comply.
Thy promise, Lord, is ever sure:
And they that in thy house would dwell,
That happy station to secure,

Must still in holiness excel.

Nahum Tate and Nicholas Brady, 1696.
The seventh angel sounded.
Rev. xi. 15.

L. M.

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Let the seventh angel sound on high,
Let shouts be heard through all the sky
King of the earth, with glad accord,
Give up your kingdoms to the Lord.
Almighty God, thy power assume,
Who wast, and art, and art to come;
Jesus the Lamb, who once was slain,
Forever live, forever reign.

The holy ones in heaven, adore

The King who takes his royal power;
While angry nations dread their doom,
And quail because thy wrath has come.
Now must the rising dead appear,
Now the decisive sentence hear;
Now the dear martyrs of the Lord
Receive an infinite reward.

Isaac Watts, 1709, ab. v. 3, H., 1878.

3 Through mighty hosts of cruel foes,
Where earth and hell my way oppose;
He safely leads my soul along:
His loving-kindness, Oh, how strong!
4 When trouble, like a gloomy cloud,
Has gathered thick and thundered loud,
He near my soul has always stood;
His loving-kindness, Oh, how good!
5 Often I feel my sinful heart
Prone from my Jesus to depart;
But though I oft have him forgot,
His loving-kindness changes not;
6 So when I pass death's gloomy vale,
And life and mortal powers shall fail;
Oh, may my last, expiring breath
His loving-kindness sing in death;
7 When conquered death shall yield its prey,
When Christ shall call us hence away;
Then shall I sing, with sweet surprise,
His loving-kindness in the skies.

308 The loving-kindness of the Lord.

Isa. Ixiii. 7.

L. M.

Thy loving-kindness, Lord, I sing,
Of grace and life the sacred spring;-
In blood o'erflowing, rich and free,
In loving-kindness shed for me.
I to thy mercy-seat repair,
And find thy loving-kindness there;
And when to thy sweet word I go,
Thy loving-kindness there I know.
Each evening from the world apart,
Thy loving-kindness cheers my heart;
And when the day salutes my eyes,
Thy loving-kindness doth arise.
I've nothing known but love on earth;
Lord, from the moment of my birth,
By day, by night, where'er I be,
Thy loving-kindness follows me.
From daily sin and daily woe,
Thy loving-kindness saves me now;
Thy loving-kindness, all, in heaven.
And I will praise, for sins forgiven,

George Barell Cheever. 1845.