Mixed with those beyond the sky,
Chanters to the Lord Most High,
We our hearts and voices raise,
Echoing Thy eternal praise.
2 One, inexplicably Three,
One, in simplest Unity,
God, incline Thy gracious ear,
Us, Thy lisping creatures, hear:
Thee while man, the earth-born, sings,
Angels shrink within their wings;
Prostrate seraphim above
Breathe unutterable love.
3 Happy they, who never rest,
With Thy heavenly presence blest!
They, the heights of glory see,
Sound the depths of Deity!
Fain with them our souls would vie
Sink as low, and mount as high;
Fall o'erwhelmed with love, or soar;
Shout, or silently adore!
ET heaven and earth agree
The Father's praise to sing,
Who draws us to the Son, that He
May us to glory bring.
Honour and endless love,
Let God the Son receive,
Who saves us here, and prays above,
That we with Him may live.
Be everlasting praise,
To God the Spirit given,
Who now attests us sons of grace,
And seals us heirs of heaven.
Drawn, and redeem'd, and seal'd,
We'll sing the One and Three,
With Father, Son, and Spirit fill'd
To all eternity.
HEE, Father of men and angels, we praise, Whose wonders are seen in nature and grace Throughout Thy creation; Whose goodness we
And boundless compassion, and infinite love. 2 Thee, Jesus, the Son of God we confess, Whose passion alone hath purchased our peace; With cherubs before Thee and seraphs we fall, And prostrate adore Thee, the Saviour of all. 3 O Spirit of might, of joy and of love, Who guidest us right to mansions above: Whose hallowing graces for heaven prepare; We sing now Thy praises till glorified there!
ET all men praise the Lord,
In worship lowly bending;
On His most holy word,
Redeemed from woe, depending.
He gracious is and just,
From childhood us doth lead;
On Him we place our trust
And hope, in time of need.
Glory and praise to God,-
To Father, Son, be given,
And to the Holy Ghost,
On high enthroned in heaven.
Praise to the Tri-une God:
With powerful arm and strong,
He changeth night to day;
Praise Him with grateful song.
From the German of C. J. P. SPITTA.
EE, O see, what love the Father
Hath bestowed upon our race,
How He bends, with sweet compassion
Over us His beaming face!
See, how He His best and dearest
For the very worst hath given,—
His own Son for us poor sinners,
See, O see, the love of Heaven! 2 See, O see, what love the Saviour Also hath on us bestowed,
How He bled for us and suffered,
How He bare the heavy load!
On the cross, and in the garden,
Oh how sore was His distress!
Is not this a love that passeth
Aught that tongue can e'er express?
3 See, O see, what love is shewn us
Also by the Holy Ghost,
How He strives with us poor sinners
Even when we sin the most;
Teaching, comforting, correcting,
Where He sees it needful is !
O what heart would not be thankful
For a three-fold love like this?
ESSIAH! joy of every heart,
Thou, Thou the King of Glory art!
The Father's everlasting Son!
Thee, Thee, Thy church delights to own;
For all our hopes on Thee depend,
Whose glorious mercies never end.
2 Bent to redeem a sinful race,
Thou, Lord, with unexampled grace,
Into our lower world didst come,
And stoop to a poor virgin's womb;
Whom all the heavens cannot contain,
Our God appeared-a child of man!
3 When Thou hadst rendered up Thy breath,
And, dying, drawn the sting of death,
Thou didst from earth triumphant rise,
And ope the portal of the skies,
That all, who trust in Thee alone,
Might follow and partake Thy throne.
4 Seated at God's right hand again,
Thou dost in all His glory reign;
Thou dost, Thy Father's image, shine
In all the attributes Divine;
And Thou in vengeance clad shalt come,
To seal our everlasting doom.
5 Wherefore we now for mercy pray,
O Saviour, take our sins away!
Before Thou as our Judge appear,
In dreadful Majesty severe,
Appear our Advocate with God,
And save the purchase of Thy blood.
6 Hallow, and make Thy servants meet,
And with Thy saints in glory seat;
Sustain, and bless us by Thy sway,
And keep to that tremendous day,
When all Thy church shall chant above,
The new eternal song of love.
AVIOUR, we now rejoice in hope,
That Thou at last wilt take us up;
With daily triumph we proclaim,
And bless and magnify Thy Name;
And wait Thy greatness to adore
When time and death shall be no more.
2 Till then, with us vouchsafe to stay,
And keep us pure from sin to-day;
Thy great confirming grace bestow,
And guard us all our days below;
And ever mightily defend,
And save, O save us to the end!
3 Still let us, Lord, with love be blest,
Who in Thy guardian mercy rest:
Extend Thy mercy's arms to me,
The weakest soul that trusts in Thee;
And keep me by Thy faithful love,
Till I, ev'n I, am crowned above.
YOME, let us join our cheerful songs
With angels round the throne;
Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,
But all their joys are one.
2 "Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry,
"To be exalted thus !"
"Worthy the Lamb !" our hearts reply;
"For He was slain for us."
3 Jesus is worthy to receive
Honour and power divine;
And blessings, more than we can give,
Be, Lord, for ever Thine!
4 Let all that dwell above the sky
And air, and earth, and seas,
Conspire to lift Thy glories high,
And speak Thine endless praise.
5 The whole creation join in one,
To bless the sacred name
Of Him that sits upon the throne,
And to adore the Lamb.
From an ancient Latin Hymn.
JESUS, Lord of heavenly grace,
Redeemer of our guilty race,
On Thee our waiting eyes we bend,
The saint's delight, the sinner's Friend.
2 What wondrous love prevailed on Thee
The Bearer of our sins to be;
Thyself in sacrifice to give,
That sinners might not die, but live!
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