224 How brightly glows the Morning-Star. "Thro the tender mercy of our God, the Dayspring from on high hath visited us." 225 6s & 4s. JAMES G. DECK, 1842. Jesus, Thy name I love. "On whom we have set our hope that He will also still deliver us." Logos. HUBERT P. MAIN, 1881. 1. JESUS! Thy name I love, All other names a bove, Jesus, my Lord! Oh! Thou art Hast bought me with Thy blood, Oh! how great is Thy love, 3 When unto Thee I flee, What need I now to fear? 4 Soon Thou wilt come again; Jesus, my Lord! Then Thine own face I'll see, Then I shall like Thee be, Then evermore with Thee, Jesus, my Lord! 226 I CHRIST in His word draws near; He bids Thee cease. 2 Rising above thy care, Put on joy's sacred dress; 1 3 For works of love and praise 227 4 From the bright sky above, Clad in His robes of love, 'Tis He, our Lord! THOMAS TOKE LYNCH, 1855. Hail, Thou once despised Jesus! 8s & 7s, D. "Know assuredly that God hath made Him both Lord and Christ, this Jesus.” JOHN BAKEWELL, 1760. Abr. [VOICES IN UNISON.] JOHANN SCHOP, 1642. Har. JOHANN SEB. BACH. {HAUL, Thou once-de-spis-ed Jesus Hoil. Thou Gel-ile-an hing! Thou didst suf-fer to release us, Thou didst free salvation bring. (Paschal Lamb by God ap-point-ed, 04 24 bo All our sins on Thee were laid; By Al-might-y Love anointed, Thou hast full atonement made. 2 Jesus, hail! enthroned in glory, There for ever to abide; All the heavenly hosts adore Thee, Seated at Thy Father's side. There for sinners Thou art pleading; There Thou dost our place prepare; Ever for us interceding Till we stand in glory there. 3 Worship, honor, power, and blessing, Thou art worthy to receive; Loudest praises, without ceasing, Meet it is for us to give! Help, ye bright angelic spirits, Bring your sweetest, noblest lays; Help to sing our Saviour's merits, Help to chant Immanuel's praise! 2 Nor voice can sing nor heart can frame, I My Saviour! my almighty Friend! Nor can the memr'y find, A sweeter sound than Thy blest name, O Saviour of mankind! 3 O Hope of every contrite heart! O Joy of all the meek! To those who fall, how kind Thou art! How good to those who seek! When I begin Thy praise, Where will the growing numbers end,The numbers of Thy grace? 2 Thou art my everlasting trust; And since I knew Thy graces first, 4 But what to those who find? Ah! this 3 My feet shall travel all the length Nor tongue nor pen can show. The love of Jesus,-what it is, None but His loved ones know. 5 Jesus! our only joy be Thou, As Thou our prize wilt be; Jesus! be Thou our glory now, And thro eternity! Of the celestial road; And march with courage in Thy strength, To see my Father God. 4 How will my lips rejoice to tell The vict'ries of my King! My soul redeemed from sin and Hell, Shall Thy salvation sing. ISAAC WATTS, 1719. Abr. 230 Immortal Love! forever full. I IMMORTAL Love, forever full, Forever flowing free, "One is your Master, even the Christ." Forever shared, forever whole, 2 Our outward lips confess the name Love only knoweth whence it came And comprehendeth Love. 3 Blow, winds of God, awake and blow 4 We may not climb the heavenly steeps. To bring the Lord Christ down, In vain we search the lowest deeps 5 In joy of inward peace, or sense He is His own best evidence, His Witness is within. 6 Yea, warm, sweet, tender, even yet A present help is He; And faith has still its Olivet, And love its Galilee. 7 O LORD and Master of us all! What'er our name or sign, We own Thy sway, we hear Thy call, We test our lives by Thine. 9 O Love! O Life! Our faith and sight 10 So, to our mortal eyes subdued, II We faintly hear, we dimly see, 12 APART from Thee all gain is loss, 13 Alone, O Love ineffable! Thy saving name is given; 14 Our Friend, our Brother, and our Lord, What may Thy service be? Nor name, nor form, nor ritual word: 15 Thy litanies, sweet offices Thy sacramental liturgies 8 Deep strike Thy roots, O Heavenly Vine, 16 The heart must ring Thy Christmas Within our earthly sod, Most human and yet most divine, The flower of Man and God! Thine inward altars raise; Its faith and hope Thy canticles, And its obedience praise! [bells, JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER, 1867. Abr. |