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1 TESUS, the Name high over all,
In hell, or earth, or sky!
Angels and men before it fall,
And devils fear and fly.
2 Jesus, the Name to sinners dear,
The Name to sinners giv'n'
• It scatters all their guilty fear;
It turns their hell to heav'n.
3 Jesus the prisoners’ fetters breaks, -
And bruises Satan's head;
Power into strengthless souls it speaks,
And life into the dead. -
4 O that the world might taste and see
The riches of his grace;
The arms of love that compass me,
Would all mankind embrace.
5 His only righteousness I show,
His saving truth proclaim:
'Tis all my business here below,
To cry, “Behold the Lamb”
6 Happy, if with my latest breath
may but gasp his Name !
Preach him to all, and cry in death,
“Behold, behold the Lamb”
I Jo; my strength and righteousness,
My Saviour and my King,
Triumphantly thy name I bless,
Thy conqu'ring name I sing.
2 Thou, Lord, hast magnify'd thy name,
Thou hast maintain'd thy cause,
And I enjoy the glorious shame,
The scandal of thy cross.
Thou gavest me to speak thy word,
In the appointed hour;
I have proclaim'd my dying Lord,
And felt thy Spirit's pow'r.
Superior to my foes I stood,
. Above their smile or frown:
On all the strangers to thy blood
With pitying love look down.
O let me have thy presence still,
Set as a flint my face,
To show the counsel of thy will,
Which saves a world by grace!
O let me never blush to own
The glorious Gospel-word;
Which saves a world through faith alone.
Faith in a dying Lord!
4% I THE good fight have fought,”
O when shall I declare :
The vict'ry by my Saviour got,
I long with Paul to share.
O may I triumph so,
When all my warfare's past;
And dying, find my latest foe
Under my feet at last!
This blessed word be mine,
Just as the port is gain’d;
“Kept by the pow'r of grace divine,
I have the faith maintain'd.”
Th' apostles of my Lord,
To whom it first was giv'n,
They could not speak a greater word.
Nor all the saints in heav'n.
Axbridge.] HYMN 471. C. M.
1 ET Zion's watchmen all awake
And take th' alarm they give,
Now let them from the mouth of God,
Their awful charge receive.
2 "Tis not a cause of small import,
The pastor's care demands:
But what might fill an angel's heart,
And fill'd a Saviour's hands,
3 They watch for souls, for which the Lord
Did heav'nly bliss forego!
For souls, which must for ever live,
In raptures, or in wo.
+ And to the great tribunal haste,
Th’ account to render there;
And shouldst thou strictly mark our faults,
Lord, where should we appear!
5 May they that Jesus whom they preach,
Their own Redeemer see,
And watch thou daily o'er their souls,
That they may watch for thee.
1 TEEL me to shame, reproach, disgrace,
Arm me with all thine armour now;
Set like a flint my steady face,
Harden to adamant my brow.
2 Bold may I wax, exceeding bold,
My high commission to perform,
Nor shrink thy harshest truths to unfold,
But more than meet the gath'ring storm.
3 Adverse to earth's rebellious throng,
Still may I turn my fearless face,
Stand as an iron pillar strong,
And steadfast as a well of brass.
4 Give me thy might, thou God of pow'r,
Then let or men, or fiends assail, Strong in thy strength, I’ll stand a tow'r, Impregnable to earth or hell.
IVE me the faith which can remove And sink the mountain to a plain; Give me the childlike praying love, Which longs to build thy house again: Thy love let it my heart o'erpow'r,
And all my simple soul devour.
I want an even, strong desire,
I want a calmy-fervent zeal,
To save poor souls out of the fire,
To snatch them from the verge of hell,
And turn them to a pard’ning God,
And quench the brands in Jesu's blood.
I would the precious time redeem,
And longer live for this alone,
To spend, and to be spent for them,
Who have not yet my Saviour known;
Fully on these my mission prove,
And only breathe, to breathe thy love.
My talents, gifts, and graces, Lord,
Into thy blessed hands receive ;
And let me live to preach thy word;
And let me to thy glory live;
My every sacred moment spend
In publishing the sinner's Friend.
Enlarge, inflame, and fill my heart
With boundless charity divine!
So shall I all my strength exert,
And love them with a zeal like thine;
And lead them to thy open side,
The sheep for whom * Shepherd died.
ESUS, thou soul of all our joys,
For whom we now lift up our voice.
And all our strength exert;
Vouchsafe the grace we humbly claim:
Compose into a thankful frame,
And tune thy people's heart.
While in the heavenly work we join,
Thy glory be our whole design,
Thy glory, not our own —
Still let us keep our end in view,
And still the pleasing task pursue.
To please our God alone.
The secret pride, the subtle sin,
O let it never more steal in,
To offend thy glorious eyes!
To desecrate our hallow’d strain,
And make our solemn service vain,
And mar our sacrifice.
To magnify thy awful name,
To spread the honours of the Lamb,
Let us our voices raise;
Our souls’ and bodies' powers unite,
Regardless of our own delight,
And dead to human praise.
Still let us on our guard be found,
And watch against the power of sound,
With sacred jealousy: -
Lest, haply, sense should damp our zeal,
And music’s charm bewitch and steal
Our heart away from thee.