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Luke 4:19. C. Wesley. | 3 Then back to heaven they fly,

And the glad tidings bear :
Blow ye the trumpet, blow!

Hark! as they soar on high,
The gladly solemn sound;

What music fills the air !
Let all the nations know,

Their anthems say : | Hath left the dead ; To earth's remotest bound,

“ Jesus who bled He rose to-day.” The year of jubilee is come ; Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

4 Ye mortals, catch the sound,

Redeemed by him from hell ; 2 Exalt the Lamb of God,

And send the echo round
The sin-atoning Lamb !

The globe on which you dwell :
Redemption by his blood,

Transported cry: | Hath left the dead, Through every land, proclaim :

“Jesus who bled No more to die." The year of jubilee is come; Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

5 All hail, triumphant Lord, 3 Ye slaves of sin and hell!

Who sav'st us with thy blood !
Your liberty receive,

Wide be thy name adored,
And safe in Jesus dwell,

Thou rising, reigning God!
And blest in Jesus live :

With thee we rise, | And empires gain The year of jubilee is come;

With thee we reign, | Beyond the skies. Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

Phil. lit.

332 4 The gospel trumpet hear,

C. Wesley. The news of pardoning grace :

Rejoice! the Lord is King-
Ye happy souls, draw near;

Your God and King adore ;
Behold your Saviour's face :

Mortals, give thanks and sing,
The year of jubilee is come ;

And triumph evermore : Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. Lift up the heart, lift up the voice :

Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice. 5 Jesus, our great High Priest, Has full atonement made;

2 His kingdom cannot fail, Ye weary spirits, rest;

He rules o'er earth and heaven,
Ye mourning souls be glad :

The keys of death and hell
The year of jubilee is como;

Are to our Jesus given; Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

Lift up the heart, lift up the voice:

Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice. 331 Luke 24:34. Dodpridge.

3 Ile all his foes shall quell, Yes, the Redeemer rose; The Saviour left the dead;

Shall all our sins destroy,

And every bosom swell
And o'er our hellish foes

With pure seraphic joy:
High raised his conquering head :
In wild dismay, Fall to the ground,

Lift up the heart, lift up the voice : The guards around | And sink away.

Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice. 2 Lo! the angelic bands

4 Rejoice in glorious hope ! In full assembly meet,

Jesus, the Judge, shall come,
To wait his high commands,

And take his servants up
And worship at his feet :

To their eternal home :
Joyful they come, From realms of day, We soon shall hear the archangel's voice,
And wing their way, | To Jesus' tomb. The trump of God shall sound, Rejoice!

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333 Ps. 24. C. Wesley. 1334

Rev. 5:12. Shirley. Our Lord is risen from the dead,

Worthy the Lamb of boundless sway Our Jesus is gone up on high ;

In earth or heaven the Lord of all; The powers of hell are captive led,

Let all the powers of earth obey, Dragged to the portals of the sky.

And low before his footstool fall. There his triumphal chariot waits,

Higher, still higher, swell the strain ; And angels chant the solemn lay :

Creation's voice, the note prolong; “Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates !

Jesus, the Lamb, shall ever reign Ye everlasting doors ! give way.”

Let hallelujahs crown the song. 335

Rev. 1:5,6. WATTS. 2 Loose all your bars of massy light, What equal honors shall we bring

And wide unfold the ethereal scene : To thee, O Lord our God, the Lamb, He claims those mansions as his right; When all the notes that angels sing, Receive the King of glory in.

Are far inferior to thy name? Who is the King of glory—who?

Worthy is he that once was slain, The Lord who all our foes o'ercame; The Prince of peace that groaned and Who sin, and death, and hell o'erthrew;

died, And Jesus is the conqueror's name. Worthy to rise and live, and reign,

At his almighty Father's side. 3 Lo! his triumphal chariot waits, 2 Honor immortal must be paid And angels chant the solemn lay :

Instead of scandal and of scorn ; “Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates! While glory shines around his head, Ye everlasting doors ! give way."

And a bright crown without a thorn. Who is the King of glory—who?

Blessings forever on the Lamb, The Lord of boundless power possessed; Who bore the curse for wretched men: The King of saints and angels, too, Let angels sound his sacred name, God over all, forever blessed.

And every creature say, Amen!

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Rev. 1:5-7. Watts. 3 To him who suffered on the tree, Now to the Lord, who makes us know

Our souls, at his soul's price, to gain, The wonders of his dying love,

Blessing, and praise, and glory be: Be humble honors paid below,

“Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain !" And strains of nobler praise above. 4. To him. enthroned by filial right 2 'T was he who cleansed our foulest sins, All power in heaven and earth proclaim, And washed us in his precious blood;

| Honor, and majesty, and might : 'Tis he who makes us priests and kings, “Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain !" And brings us rebels near to God.

5 Long as we live, and when we die, 3 To Jesus, our atoning Priest,

And while in heaven with him we reign: To Jesus, our eternal King,

This song, our song of songs shall be: Be everlasting power confessed !

“Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain !". Let every tonguc his glory sing.

Phil. 2 : 6.

WATTS. 4 Behold! on flying clouds he comes, And every eye shall see him move;

Bright King of Glory, dreadful God ! Tho' with our sins we pierced him once,

Our spirits bow before thy feet: He now displays his pardoning love.

To thee we lift an humble thought,

And worship at thine awful seat. 5 The unbelieving world shall wail,

While we rejoice to see the day; 2 A thousand seraphs strong and bright
Come, Lord! nor let thy promise fail, Stand round the glorious Deity;
Nor let thy chariot long delay.

But who, among those sons of light,

Pretends comparison with thee? 337 Rev. 5:9-13. MONTGOMERY. Come, let us sing the song of songs,— |

3 Yet there is One of human frame, The saints in heaven began the strain

Jesus, arrayed in flesh and blood, The homage which to Christ belongs :

Thinks it no robbery to claim “Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain !"

A full equality with God. 2 Slain to redeem us by his blood, 4 Then let the name of Christ our King To cleanse from every sinful stain,

With equal honors be adored; . And make us kings and priests to God—| His praise let every angel sing "Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain !" | And all the nations own the Lord.


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Phil. 2 :10,11. Perronett. / 2 Let elders worship at his feet, All hail the power of Jesus' name!

The church adore around, Let angels prostrate fall ;

With vials full of odors sweet,
Bring forth the royal diadem,

And harps of sweeter sound.
And crown him Lord of all.

3 Now to the Lamb that once was slain, 2 Crown him, ye martyrs of our God,

Be endless blessings paid ! Who from his altar call;

Salvation, glory, joy remain Extol the stem of Jesse's rod,

Forever on thy head ! And crown him Lord of all.

4 Thou hast redeemed our souls with blood, 3 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race,

Hast set the prisoners free,
Ye ransomed from the fall ;

Hast made us kings and priests to God,
Hail him, who saves you by his grace, And we shall reign with thee.
And crown him Lord of all.

Eph. 4:8.

WATTS. 4 Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget The wormwood and the gall ;

Hosanna to the Prince of light, Go, spread your trophies at his feet,

That clothed himself in clay ; And crown him Lord of all.

Entered the iron gates of death,

And tore the bars away. 5 Let every kindred, every tribe, On this terrestrial ball,

2 See how the Conqueror mounts aloft, To him all majesty ascribe,

And to his Father flies,
And crown him Lord of all.

With scars of honor in his flesh, 6 Oh! that with yonder sacred throng,

And triumph in his eyes. We at his feet may fall;

3 Raise your devotion, mortal tongues, We'll join the everlasting song,

To reach his blest abode;
And crown him Lord of all.

Sweet be the accents of your songs 340 Rev. 5:6-10. Watts.

To our incarnate God. Behold the glories of the Lamb, | 4 Bright angels! strike your loudest strings, Amid his Father's throne ;

Your sweetest voices raise ;
Prepare new honors for his name,

Let heaven, and all created things,
And songs before unknown.

Sound our Immanuel's praise.

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Rev. 5:12. Watts. 3 The joy of all who dwell above,
Come, let us join our cheerful songs

The joy of all below,
With angels round the throne ;

To whom he manifests his love,
Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, And grants his naine to know.
But all their joys are one.

4 To them the cross with all its shame, 2 “ Worthy the Lamb that dicd,” they cry, With all its grace, is given ; “ To be exalted thus !".

Their name—an everlasting name, “ Worthy the Lamb!” our lips reply, Their joy—the joy of heaven.

“ For he was slain for us." 3 Jesus is worthy to receive

5 To them the cross is life and health,

Though shame and death to him ; Honor and power divine ; And blessings, more than we can give,

His people's hope, his people's wealth,

Their everlasting theme. Be, Lord, forever thine ! 4 Let all that dwell above the sky, 344

Acts 1:9, 10. Waris And air, and earth, and seas,

Oh ! for a shout of sacred joy
Conspire to lift thy glories high,

To God, the sovereign King :
And speak thine endless praise.

Let all the lands their tongues employ, 5 The whole creation join in one,

And hymns of triumph sing.
To bless the sacred name
Of him who sits upon the throne,

2 Jesus, our God, ascends on high ;
And to adore the Lamb !

His heavenly guards around

Attend him rising through the sky, 343. Heb. 2:9. Kelly.

With trumpets' joyful sound. The head that once was crowned with thorns, .

3 While angels shout and praise their King, Is crowned with glory now;

Let mortals learn their strains ;
A royal diadem adorns

Let all the carth his honor sing ;-
The mighty Victor's brow.

O'er all the earth he reigns. 2 The highest place that heaven affords, 4 Rehearse his praise, with awe profound; Is his by sovereign right;

Let knowledge lead the song ; The King of kings, and Lord of lords, | Nor mock him with a solemn sound He reigns in glory bright ;

Upon a thoughtless tongue.

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