154 Coronation. C.M.
(336) Crown Him Lord of All.
All hail the power of Jesus' name,
Let angels prostrate fall;
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown him Lord of all.
2 Crown him, ye morning stars of light,
Who fixed this earthly ball;
Now hail the strength of Israel's might,
And crown him Lord of all.
3 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race,
Ye ransomed from the fall,
Hail him who saves you by his grace,
And crown him Lord of all.
4 Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget
The wormwood and the gall;
Go, spread your trophies at his feet,
And crown him Lord of all.
5 Let every kindred, every tribe
On this terrestrial ball,
To him all majesty ascribe,
And crown him Lord of all.
6 O that with yonder sacred throng
We at his feet may fall!
We'll join the everlasting song,
And crown him Lord of all.
Edward Perronet, alt. 1780.
155 Elizabethtown. C.M.
(338) The Sympathy of Jesus.
Come, let us join in songs of praise
To our ascended Priest;
He entered heaven with all our names
Engraven on his breast.
2 Below he washed our guilt away,
By his atoning blood;
Now he appears before the throne,
And pleads our cause with God.
3 Clothed with our nature still, he knows
The weakness of our frame,
And how to shield us from the foes
Which he himself o'ercame.
4 Oh! may we ne'er forget his grace,
Nor blush to wear his name;
Still may our hearts hold fast his faith,
Our mouths his praise proclaim.
Anon. 1818.
156 Elizabethtown. C.M.
(337) Perfect Through Suffering.
The head, that once was crowned with thorns,
Is crowned with glory now;
A royal diadem adorns
The mighty Victor's brow.
2 The highest place that heaven affords
Is his--is his by right;
"The King of kings, and Lord of lords,"
And heaven's eternal Light.
3 The joy of all who dwell above,
The joy of all below,
To whom he manifests his love,
And grants his name to know.
4 To them the cross, with all its shame,
With all its grace, is given;
Their name--an everlasting name;
Their joy--the joy of heaven.
5 They suffer with their Lord below,
They reign with him above;
Their profit and their joy--to know
The mystery of his love.
6 The cross he bore is life and health--
Though shame and death to him;
His people's hope, his people's wealth,
Their everlasting theme.
Thomas Kelly, 1820.
157 Elizabethtown. C.M.
(341) Christ's Compassion to the Weak.
With joy we meditate the grace
Of our High Priest above;
His heart is made of tenderness,
His bowels melt with love.
2 Touched with a sympathy within,
He knows our feeble frame;
He knows what sore temptations mean,
For he has felt the same.
3 He, in the days of feeble flesh,
Poured out his cries and tears;
And, in his measure, feels afresh
What every member bears.
4 Then let our humble faith address
His mercy and his power;
We shall obtain delivering grace
In the distressing hour.
Isaac Watts, 1709.
158The Coming of the Kingdom. P.M.
The Lord is at Hand.
There's a glorious kingdom waiting in the land beyond the sky,
Where the saints have been gath'ring year by year,
And the days are swiftly passing that will bring the kingdom nigh,
For the coming of the kingdom draweth near.
CHO.--Oh, the coming of the kingdom draweth near;
Oh, the coming of the kingdom draweth near!
Be thou ready, O my soul, for the trumpet soon may roll,
And the King in his glory shall appear.
2 'Tis the hope of yonder kingdom, and the glory there prepared,
And the looking for the Savior to appear,
That delivers us from bondage to the world that once ensnared,
For the coming of the kingdom draweth near.
3 With the coming of the kingdom we shall see our blessed Lord,
For the King ere the kingdom must appear;
Hallelujah to his name, who redeemed us by his blood!
Oh, the coming of the kingdom draweth near.
4 Oh, the world is growing weary, it has waited now so long,
And the hearts of men are failing them for fear;
Let us tell them of the kingdom, let us cheer them with the song,
That the coming of the kingdom draweth near.
D. W. Whittle.
159 Lebanon Valley. 8s & 7s.
(224) Christ's Coming Desired.
Come, thou long-expected Jesus!
Born to set thy people free!
From our fears and sins release us,
Let us find our rest in thee.
2 Israel's strength and consolation,
Hope of all the earth thou art;
Dear desire of ev'ry nation,
Joy of ev'ry longing heart.
3 Born, thy people to deliver;
Born a child, and yet a King;
Born to reign in us forever,
Now thy gracious kingdom bring.
4 By thine own eternal Spirit
Rule in all our hearts alone;
By thine all-sufficient merit
Raise us to thy glorious throne.
Charles Wesley, 1744.
160 The Crowning Day. 7s & 6s.
The Day of the Lord.
Our Lord is now rejected,
And by the world disowned,
By the many still neglected,
And by the few enthroned,
But soon he'll come in glory,
The hour is drawing nigh,
For the crowning day is coming by and by.
CHO.--Oh, the crowning day is coming,
Is coming by and by,
When our Lord shall come in "power,"
And "glory" from on high.
Oh, the glorious sight will gladden,
Each waiting, watchful eye,
In the crowning day that's coming by and by.
2 The heavens shall glow with splendor,
But brighter far than they
The saints shall shine in glory,
As Christ shall them array,
The beauty of the Savior,
Shall dazzle every eye,
In the crowning day that's coming by and by.
3 Our pain shall then be over,
We'll sin and sigh no more,
Behind us all of sorrow,
And nought but joy before,
A joy in our Redeemer,
As we to him are nigh,
In the crowning day that's coming by and by.
4 Let all that look for, hasten
The coming joyful day,
By earnest consecration,
To walk the narrow way.
By gathering in the lost ones,
For whom our Lord did die,
For the crowning day that's coming by and by.
D.W. Whittle
161 Truro. L.M.
(907) The Church Longing for Christ.
Jesus! thy church, with longing eyes
For thine expected coming waits;
When will the promised light arise,
And glory beam from Zion's gates?
2 E'en now when tempests round us fall,
And wintry clouds o'ercast the sky,
Thy words with pleasure we recall,
And deem that our redemption's nigh.
3 Oh! come and reign o'er ev'ry land;
Let Satan from his throne be hurled,
All nations bow to thy command,
And grace revive a dying world.
4 Teach us, in watchfulness and prayer,
To wait for the appointed hour;
And fit us by thy grace to share,
The triumphs of thy conquering power.
William H. Bathurst, 1831.
162 Middletown. 8s & 7s. D.
(615) Crown Him Lord of All.
Crown his head with endless blessing,
Who, in God the Father's name,
With compassions never ceasing,
Comes salvation to proclaim.
Hail, ye saints, who know his favor,
Who within his gates are found;
Hail, ye saints, th' exalted Savior,
Let his courts with praise resound.
2 Lo, Jehovah, we adore thee;
Thee our Savior! thee our God!
From his throne his beams of glory
Shine through all the world abroad.
Jesus, thee our Savior hailing
Thee our God in praise we own;
Highest honors, never failing,
Rise eternal round thy throne.
William Goode, 1811.
163 Abt. 8s & 7s.
(616) Much Forgiven.
Hail! my ever blessed Jesus!
Only thee I wish to sing.
To my soul, thy name is precious,
Thou, my Prophet, Priest, and King.
2 Oh! what mercy flows from heaven!
Oh! what joy and happiness!
Love I much? I've much forgiven;
I'm a miracle of grace.
3 Once with Adam's race in ruin,
Unconcerned in sin I lay;
Swift destruction still pursuing,
Till my Savior passed that way
4 Witness, all ye host of heaven!
My Redeemer's tenderness;
Love I much? I've much forgiven;
I'm a miracle of grace.
5 Shout, ye bright angelic choir!
Praise the Lamb enthroned above;
Whilst, astonished, I admire
God's free grace, and boundless love.
6 That blest moment I received him,
Filled my soul with joy and peace:
Love I much? I've much forgiven;
I'm a miracle of grace.
John Wingrove, 1806.
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