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He justly claims a song from thee,-
His loving kindness, O how free!
2 He saw me ruined in the fall,
Yet loved me notwithstanding all,
He saved me from my lost estate,-
His loving kindness, O how great!

3 Though numerous hosts of mighty foes,
Though earth and hell my way oppose,
He safely leads my soul along,-
His loving kindness, O how strong!

4 When trouble, like a gloomy cloud,
Has gathered thick, and thundered loud,
He near my soul has always stood,—
His loving kindness, O how good!

5 Often I feel my sinful heart
Prone from my Saviour to depart;
But though I oft have him forgot,
His loving kindness changes not.
6 Soon shall I pass the gloomy vale,
Soon all my mortal powers must fail;
O! may my last expiring breath
His loving kindness sing in death.

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Tune, Vesper.

PRAYER MEETING TUNE BOOK, PAGE 80.

8, 7, 4.

"On his head were many crowns." REV. xix. 12.

L

OOK, ye saints! the sight is glorious;
See the man of sorrows now,

From the fight returned victorious;
Every knee to him shall bow:

Crown him-crown him!

Crowns become the victor's brow.

2 Crown the Saviour, angels! crown him,
Rich the trophies Jesus brings;
In the seat of power enthrone him,
While the vault of heaven rings:
Crown him-crown him!—
Crown the Saviour King of kings.
3 Sinners in derision crowned him,-
Mocking thus the Saviour's claim;
Saints and angels! crowd around him,
Own his title, praise his name:
Crown him-crown him!-
Spread abroad the victor's fame.
4 Hark! those bursts of acclamation!
Hark! those loud triumphant chords!
Jesus takes the highest station;—
Oh! what joy the sight affords!
Crown him-crown him!—
King of kings, and Lord of lords!

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Tune, Goshen.

PRAYER MEETING TUNE BOOK, PAGT 84.

"Hear thou in heaven, thy dwelling-place."

1 KINGS viii. 30.

12, 11.

LORD, let our songs find acceptance before thee,

And pierce through the skies to thine uppermost throne;

For thou stoopest to listen when mortals adore thee,

And sendest thy blessings like messengers down.

2 Our Father, our Father, we ask thee to

guide us,

And keep us from sin till life's journey be

o'er;

3

Then the last sigh of nature, whate'er else betide us,

Shall waft us to glory, when time is no more.

3 Then, then will we sing the sweet song of the blessed,

And mingle our strains with the myriads above;

Far surpassing all strains that our tongues e'er expressed,

And Jesus, the chorus, and infinite love.

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Tune, Silver Street.

PRAYER MEETING TUNE BOOK, PAGE 51.

S. M.

"They sing the song of Moses, the servant of God, and the song of the Lamb." REV. xv. 3.

AWAKE,

WAKE, and sing the song
Of Moses and the Lamb;

Wake every heart and every tongue!
To praise the Saviour's name.

2 Sing of his dying love:

Sing of his rising power;
Sing-how he intercedes above
For those whose sins he bore.

3 Ye pilgrims! on the road
To Zion's city, sing!

Rejoice ye in the Lamb of God,-
In Christ, the eternal king.

4 Soon shall we hear him say,

"Ye blessed children!" come; Soon will he call us hence away, And take his wanderers home.

5 There shall each raptured tongue
His endless praise proclaim;
And sweeter voices tune the song
Of Moses and the Lamb.

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Tune, Tabor.

PRAYER MEETING TUNE BOOK, PAGE 55.

H. M.

"In the day of atonement shall ye make the trumpet sound."

LEV. XXV. 9.

BLOW ye the trumpet, blow
The gladly solemn sound;

Let all the nations know,

To earth's remotest bound;
The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

2 Exalt the Lamb of God,

The sin-atoning Lamb; Redemption by his blood

Through all the lands proclaim; The year of Jubilee is come; Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

3 Ye who have sold for naught
The heritage above,

Shall have it back unbought,
The gift of Jesus' love;
The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

1 The gospel trumpet hear,

The news of pardoning grace;
Ye happy souls, draw near,
Behold your Saviour's face:
The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

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Tune, De Fleury.

PRAYER MEETING TUNE BOOK, PAGE 91.

8 s.

"Having a desire to depart, and to be with Christ." PHIL. i. 23.

YE angels, who stand round the throne,
And view my Immanuel's face,

In rapturous songs make him known;
Tune, tune your soft harps to his praise :
He formed you the spirits you are,
So happy, so noble, so good;
When others sunk down in despair,
Confirmed by his power, ye stood.
2 Ye saints, who stand nearer than they,
And cast your bright crowns at his feet,
His grace
and his glory display,

And all his rich mercy repeat:
He snatched you from hell and the
grave-
He ransomed from death and despair,
For you he was mighty to save,

Almighty to bring you safe there.
3 0, when will the period appear,
When I shall unite in your song?
I'm weary of lingering here,
And I to your Saviour belong!
I'm fettered and chained up in clay;
I struggle and pant to be free;
I long to be soaring away,

My God and my Saviour to see!

4 I want to put on my attire,

Washed white in the blood of the Lamb.

I want to be one of your choir,

And tune my sweet harp to his name;

I want,-O, I want to be there,

Where sorrow and sin bid adieu, Your joy and your friendship to share, To wonder and worship with you!

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