CHURCH HYMN BOOK,

WITH

Metrical Psalms,

AND THE

CANTICLES POINTED FOR CHANTING.

EDITED BY

GREVILLE JOHN CHESTER, B.A.

Perpetual Curate of St. Jude's, Moorfields, Sheffield.

LONDON:

BELL & DALDY, 186, FLEET STREET.

1859.

147.2.112.

1

ALL hail the loving Jesus' Name!
Ye angels, prostrate fall,

Bring forth the royal diadem.

And crown Him Lord of all.

Ye men redeemed of Adam's race
From sin and Satan's thrall,
Hail Him who saves you by His grace,
And crown Him Lord of all.

Let every kindred, every tribe
On this our earthly ball,
To Him all majesty ascribe,
And crown Him Lord of all.

O, that, with yonder sacred throng,
We at His feet may fall,

Join in the everlasting song,
And crown Him Lord of all.

4

PSALM XLII.

As pants the hart for cooling streams,
When heated in the chase,

So longs my soul, O God, for Thee,
And Thy refreshing Grace.

For Thee, my God, the Living God,
My thirsty soul doth pine;

O when shall I behold Thy Face,
Thou Majesty Divine?

Send forth, O Lord, Thy Light and Truth,
And let them guide my way,

Till on Thy heavenly Hill I rest,
In bright Eternal Day.

Why restless, why cast down, my soul?
Hope still, and thou shalt sing

The praise of Him, Who is thy God,
Thy health's Eternal Spring.

5

AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun
Thy daily stage of duty run;
Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise
To pay thy morning sacrifice.

Redeem thy misspent moments past,
And live this day as if the last;
Thy talents to improve take care;
For the great day thyself prepare.

Lord, I my vows to Thee renew;
Disperse my sins as morning dew;
Guard my first springs of thought and will,
And with Thyself my spirit fill.

Direct, control, suggest, this day,

All I design, or do, or say,

That all my powers, with all their might, In Thy sole glory may unite.

Praise God, from Whom all blessings flow, Praise Him, all creatures here below; Praise Him above, angelic host,

Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.