251.

ALL hail the power of Jesus' name:
Let angels prostrate fall;
Bring forth the royal diadem
And crown Him Lord of all.

Crown Him, ye morning stars of light,
Who fixed this floating ball;
Now hail the Strength of Israel's might
And crown Him Lord of all.

Crown Him, ye martyrs of your God,
Who from His altar call;
Extol the Stem-of-Jesse's Rod,

And crown Him Lord of all.

Ye seed of Israel's chosen race,
Ye ransomed of the fall,

Hail Him, who saves you by His grace,
And crown Him Lord of all.

Hail Him, ye heirs of David's line,
Whom David Lord did call,
The God incarnate, Man divine,
And crown Him Lord of all.

Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget
The wormwood and the gall,
Go spread your trophies at His feet,
And crown Him Lord of all.

Let every tribe and every tongue
Before Him prostrate fall,
And shout in universal song
The crowned Lord of all.

E. PERRONET, 1777 (recast 1780).

252.

HARK, my soul, how everything

Strives to serve our bounteous King:
Each a double tribute pays,

Sings its part, and then obeys.

Nature's chief and sweetest quire
Him with cheerful notes admire;
Chanting every day their lauds,
While the grove their song applauds.

Though their voices lower be,
Streams have, too, their melody;
Night and day they warbling run,
Never pause, but still sing on.

All the flowers that gild the spring
Hither their sweet music bring;
If Heaven bless them, thankful they
Smell more sweet, and look more gay.

Only we can scarce afford

This short office to our Lord;
We, on whom His bounty flows,
All things gives, and nothing owes.

Wake for shame, my sluggish heart,
Wake, and gladly sing thy part;
Learn of birds and springs and flowers
How to use thy nobler powers.

J. AUSTIN, 1668.

253.

(PSALM LXVII.)

GOD of mercy, God of grace,
Show the brightness of Thy face:
Shine upon us, Saviour, shine,
Fill Thy church with life divine,
And Thy saving health extend
Unto earth's remotest end.

Let Thy people praise Thee, Lord;

Be by all that live adored:

Let the nations shout and sing

Glory to their Saviour King;
At Thy feet their tribute pay,
And Thy holy will obey.

Let the people praise Thee, Lord;
Earth shall then her fruits afford;
God to man His blessings give,
Man to God devoted live;
All below, and all above,
One in joy, and light, and love.

HENRY FRANCIS LYTE, 1834.

254.

(PSALM LXVII.)

TO bless Thy chosen race,

In mercy, Lord, incline,

And cause the brightness of Thy face
On all Thy saints to shine.

That so Thy wondrous way

May through the world be known, While distant lands their tribute pay, And Thy salvation own.

Let differing nations join

To celebrate Thy fame;

Let all the world, O Lord, combine
To praise Thy glorious name.

O let them shout and sing,

With joy and pious mirth :

For Thou, the righteous Judge and King,
Shalt govern all the earth.

Then God upon our land

Shall constant blessings shower,

And all the world in awe shall stand

Of His resistless power.

TATE AND BRADY, 1696.

255.

(PSALM CXIX. 9-12.)

HOW shall the young preserve their ways

- From all pollution free?

By making still their course of life
With God's commands agree.

With hearty zeal for Thee I seek,
To Thee for succour pray;
Lord, suffer not my careless steps
From Thy right paths to stray.

Safe in my heart, and closely hid,
Thy word, my treasure, lies,
To succour me with timely aid
When sinful thoughts arise.

Secured by that, my grateful soul
Shall ever bless Thy name;
O teach me then by Thy just laws
My future life to frame.

TATE AND BRADY, 1696.