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200 Jesu, nostra Redemptio. C. M.

1 0 CHR1st, our Hope, our heart's Desire,
Redemption's only Spring !
Creator of the world art Thou,
Its Savior and its King.

2 How vast the mercy and the Love
Which laid our sins on Thee,
And led Thee to a cruel death,
To set Thy people free

3 But now the bands of death are burst,
The ransom has been paid;
And Thou art on Thy Father's throne,
In glorious robes arrayed.

4 O may Thy mighty Love prevail
Our sinful souls to spare
O may we come before Thy throne,
And find acceptance there!

5 0 Christ, be Thou our present Joy,
Our future great Reward;
Our only glory may it be
To glory in the Lord!

John Chandler. 1837. 201 . C. M.

1 0 THou, who thus exalted art,
On whom our souls rely,
Grant to us now, in mind and heart.
To dwell with Thee on highl

2 And when at length, redeemed by Thee,
The just that sleep shall rise,
With theirs our happy portion be,
A home beyond the skies. -
Unknown. 1854.


1 THE Head that once was crowned with thorns
Is crowned with glory now;
A royal diadem adorns -
The mighty Victor's brow.

2 The highest place that heaven affords
Is His by sovereign right:
The King of kings and Lord of lords,
And heaven's eternal Light.

3 The joy of all who dwell above,
The joy of all below,

To whom He manifests His Love,
And grants His Name to know.

4 To them the Cross, with all its shame,
With all its grace, is given;
Their name an everlasting name,
Their joy the joy of heaven.
5 They suffer with their Lord below,
They reign with Him above;
Their profit and their joy to know
The mystery of His Love.

6 The Cross He bore is life and health,
Though shame and death to Him:
His people's hope, His people's wealth,
Their everlasting theme.
Thomas Kelly. 1820.

203 8, 7, 7.
1 HARK, ten thousand harps and voices
Sound the note of praise above
Jesus reigns, and heaven rejoices;
Jesus reigns, the God of love.
See, He sits on yonder throne;

Jesus rules the world alone.

2 Jesus, hail! whose glory brightens
All above, and makes it fair;
Lord of life, Thy smile enlightens,
Cheers and charms Thy people here.
When we think of Love like Thine,
Lord, we own it Love divine.
King of glory, reign forever;
Thine an everlasting crown :
Nothing from Thy Love shall sever
Those whom Thou hast made Thine own;
Happy objects of Thy grace,
Destined to behold Thy face.
4 Savior, hasten Thine appearing;
Bring, O bring the glorious day,
When, the awful summons hearing,
Heaven and earth shall pass away.
Then, with golden harps, we'll sing,
“Glory, glory to our King.”
Thomas Kelly. 1804. a.

204 II. M.
1 REJoice, the Lord is King !
Your Lord and King adore;
Mortals, give thanks and sing,
And triumph evermore:
Lift up your heart, lift up your voice,
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice.
2 Jesus, the Saviour, reigns,
The God of truth and love;
When He had purged our stains,
He took His seat above:
Lift up your heart, &c.
3 His kingdom cannot fail,
He rules o'er earth and heaven:
The keys of death and hell
Are to our Jesus given.
Lift up your heart, &c.


4 He sits at God's right hand,
Till all His foes submit,
And bow to His command,
And fall beneath His feet.
Lift up your heart, &c.

5 He all His foes shall quell,
Shall all our sins destroy;
And every bosom swell
With pure seraphic joy:
Lift up your heart, &c.

6 Rejoice in glorious hope;
Jesus, the Judge, shall come,
And take His servants up
To their eternal home:
We soon shall hear the archangel's voice,
The trump of God shall sound, Rejoice!
C. Wesley. 1749.

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1 CoNQUERING Prince and Lord most high |
Majesty enthroned in light !
All the heavens before Thee lie,
Far beyond them spreads Thy might.
Shall I fall not at Thy feet,
And my heart with rapture beat,
Now Thy glory is displayed,
Thine ere yet the worlds were made 7

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Far and wide, Thou Heavenly Sun,
Now Thy brightness streams abroad,
And heaven's host anew hath won
Light and gladness from its Lord.
So let earth's remotest end
To Thy righteous sceptre bend:
Make Thy way before Thee plain,
O'er all hearts and spirits reign.

3 Of Thy cup shall I not drink,
Now Thy glories o'er me shine?
Shall my courage ever sink,
Now I know all power is Thine?
I will trust Thee, G. King,
And will fear no earthly thing;
Henceforth will I bow the knee
To no ruler, save to Thee.

4 Lo, Thy presence filleth now
All Thy Church in every place.
To my heart, 0 enter Thou!
See, it thirsteth for Thy grace.
Come, Thou King of glory, come,
Deign to make my heart Thy home.
There abide and rule alone,
As upon Thy heavenly throne.

Parting, Thou dost bring Thy life,
God and heaven, most inly near:
Let me rise o'er earthly strife,
As though still I saw Thee here;
And my heart, transplanted hence,
Strange to earth and time and sense,
Dwell with Thee in heaven even now,
Where our only joy art Thou!

Miss Winkworth. 1858. a.
Tr. Gerhard Tersteegen. 1731.

206 L. M.

1 I KNow that my Redeemer lives!
What comfort this sweet sentence gives!
He lives, He lives, who once was dead,
He lives, my ever-living Head.

2 He lives to bless me with His Love,
He lives to plead for me above,
He lives my hungry soul to feed, . *
He lives to help in time of need.

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