CORONATION. C. M.

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OLIVER HOLDEN.

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crown Him Lord

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1. WHEN God revealed His gracious name,
And changed my mournful state,
My rapture seemed a pleasing dream,
The grace appeared so great.

2. The world beheld the glorious change,
And did Thy hand confess;

My tongue broke out in unknown strains,
And sung surprising grace.

3. "Great is the work," my neighbors cried,
And owned Thy power divine;
"Great is the work," my heart replied,
"And be the glory Thine."

4. The Lord can clear the darkest skies,
Can give us day for night;
Make drops of sacred sorrow riso
To rivers of delight.

5. Let those that sow in sadness wait
Till the fair harvest come;

They shall confess their sheaves are great,
And shout the blessings home.

6. Though seed lie buried long in dust,
'T will not deceive their hope;
The precious grain can ne'er be lost,
For grace insures the crop.

555. C. M.

WATTS

1. How dread are thine eternal years,
O everlasting Lord!

By prostrate spirits day and night
Incessantly adored!

2. Yet I may love thee too, O Lord!
Almighty as Thou art,

For Thou hast stooped to ask of me,
The love of my poor heart.

3. No earthly father loves like Thee,
No mother half so mild

Bears and forbears, as Thou hast done
With me, Thy sinful child.

4. Only to sit and think of God-
O what a joy it is!

To think the thought, to breathe the name
Earth has no higher bliss!

5. Father of Jesus! love's reward!
What rapture will it be,
Prostrate before Thy throne to lie,
And gaze and gazo on Thee!

LYRA CATH.

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PRAISE. C. M.

English.

Saviour's praises to

556. C. M.

2. O! hast thou felt a Saviour's love,
That flame of heavenly birth?
Then let thy strains melodious prove,
With raptures soaring far above

The trifling toys of earth.

3. Hast found the pearl of price unknown,
That cost a Saviour's blood?
Heir of a bright celestial crown,
That sparkles near th' eternal throne,
O sing the praise of God!

4. Sing of the Lamb that once was slain
That man might be forgiven;

Sing how He broke death's bars in twain,
Ascending high in bliss to reign,

The God of earth and heaven.

557. C. M.

1. SING, ye redeemed of the Lord, Your great Deliverer sing, Pilgrims for Zion's city bound, Be joyful in your King.

2. A hand divine shall lead you on Through all the blissful road, Till to the sacred mount you rise, And see your smiling God.

559. C. M.

1. COME, let us lift our joyful eyes

Up to the courts above,

And smile to see our Father there,
Upon a throne of love.

2. Now we may bow before His feet,
And venture near the Lord;
No fiery cherub guards His seat,
Nor double-flaming sword.

3. The peaceful gates of heavenly bliss
Are opened by the Son;

High let us raise our notes of praise,
And reach th' almighty throne.

4. To Thee, ten thousand thanks we bring,
Great Advocate on high,
And glory to th' eternal King,
Who lays His anger by.

560. C. M.

WATTS.

1. YE lands and isles of every sea,
Rejoice the Saviour reigns;
His word, like fire, prepares His way,
And mountains melt to plains.

2. His presence sinks the proudest hills,
And makes the valleys rise;
The humble soul enjoys His smiles,
The haughty sinner dies.

3. The heavens His rightful power proclaim;| The idol-gods around

Fill their own worshippers with shame,
And totter to the ground.

4. Adoring angels at His birth

Make the Redeemer known;

Thus shall He come to judge the earth,
And angels guard His throne.

5. His foes shall tremble at the sight,
And hills and seas retire;

His children take their unknown flight,
And leave the world on fire.

6. The seeds of joy and glory sown,
For saints in darkness here,

Shall rise and spring in worlds unknown,
And a rich harvest bear.

561. C. M.

1. HOSANNA to the Prince of light, That clothed Himself in clay: Entered the iron gates of death,

And tore the bars away.

WATTS.

2. See how the Conqueror mounts aloft, And to His Father flies,

To His almighty power and grace, Their crowns of life they owe.

1. AM I a soldier of the cross?
A follower of the Lamb?
And shall I fear to own His cause,
Or blush to speak His name?

2. Must I be carried to the skies
On flowery beds of ease?
While others fought to win the prize,
And sailed through bloody seas?

3. Are there no foes for me to face?
Must I not stem the flood?
Is this vile world a friend to grace,
To help me on to God?

4. Sure I must fight, if I would reign;
Increase my courage, Lord;
I'll bear the toil, endure the pain,
Supported by Thy word.

5. Thy saints, in all this glorious war,
Shall conquer, though they die;
They view the triumph from afar,
And seize it with their eye.

6. When that illustrious day shall rise,
And all Thy armies shino

In robes of victory through the skies-
The glory shall be Thine.

WATTS.