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Kind-ly meet us,Lord, we pray, Grant us Thy re- viv - ing grace. A-MEN.
1. Be-gin, my tongue, some heav'nly theme, And speak some boundless thing:
2 Tell of His wondrous faithfulness,
And sound His power abroad; Sing the sweet promise of His grace,
And the performing God. 3 His very word of grace is strong
As that which built the skies;
The voice that rolls the stars along
Speaks all the promises. 4 Oh, might I hear Thy heavenly tongue But
“Thou art mine!” Those gentle words would raise my song To notes almost divine.
Isaac Watts, 1709.
311 Jesus! Jesus! Jesus! 6s.
2: 1. Je sus! Je - sus! Je - sus! Sing a - loud the Name;
2 Jesus! Name of cleansing,
Washing all our stains;
Balm for all our pains.
Making cowards brave;
Certainly must save.
Stretching far away,
Right across earth's war-fields,
To the plains of day.
Beauty far too bright
For our mortal sight.
In this vale of tears;
1. My dear Re-deem-er, and my Lord, I read my du - ty
in Thy word;
But in Thy life the law appears, Drawn out in liv - ing characters. A - MEN.
2 Such was Thy truth and such Thy zeal, The desert Thy temptations knew,
Such deference to Thy Father's will, Thy conflict and Thy victory too.
More of Thy gracious image here; 3 Cold mountains and the midnight air Then God, the Judge, shall own my name Witnessed the fervor of Tby prayer; Among the followers of the Lamb.
Isaac Watts, 1709.
313 Hermas. 11s.
Rev. JOHN ELLERTON, 1876.
F. R. HAVERGAL.
1. “Welcome, hap-py morning,” age to age shall say; Hell to - day is vanquished, 2. Earth with joy con-fess-es, cloth-ing for her spring, All good gifts returned with 3. Months in due succession, days of length’ning light, Hours and passing moments 4. Mak er and Re-deem-er, life and health of all, Thou from heav'n beholding 5. Thou, of life the Au-thor, death did'st un-der-go, Tread the path of darkness, 6. Loose the hearts long prisoned, bound with Satan’schain; All that now is fall - en
Him their true Cre- a - tor, all His words a - dore.
age to age shall say; Hell to-day is van-quished, heav'n is won to-day. A-MEN.
314 Sudbury. 7s.
2 He who bore all pain and loss,
Now through Christendom it rings Comfortless, upon the cross,
That the Lamb is King of kings: Lives in glory now on high,
Hallelujah! Praise the Lord! Pleads for us, and hears our cry:
4 Now He bids us tell abroad Hallelujah! Praise the Lord!
How the lost may be restored,
How the penitent forgiven, 3 He who slumbered in the grave
How we, too, may enter heaven: Is exalted now to save;
Hallelujah! Praise the Lord! Bohemian Easter Hymn, 1831. C. Winkworth, 1858.
315 Theodora. 7s.
G. F. HANDEL.
1. Je - sus Christ is
ris'n to - day, Our tri - um-phant ho - ly day,
Who did once up - on
the cross Suf- fer to
re-deem our loss. A - MEN.
2 Hymns of praise, then, let us sing
Unto Christ, our heavenly King,
Sinners to redeem and save.
Our salvation has procured;
Now above the sky He's King,
Where the angels ever sing.
With the Son from death upraised,
One true God by all confessed.