The Sun of Righteousness.

1 TO thee, O God, we homage pay,
Source of the light that rules the day;
Who, while he gilds all nature's frame,
Reflects thy rays, and speaks thy name.

2 In louder strains we sing that grace
Which gives the Sun of Righteousness;
Whose noble light salvation brings,
And scatters healing from his wings.
3 Still on our hearts may Jesus shine,
With beams of light, and love divine:
Quicken'd by Him our souls shall live,
And cheer'd by Him, shall grow and thrive.

4 Oh, may his glories stand confess'd,
From north to south, from east to west;
Successful may his Gospel run,
Wide as the circuit of the sun.

5 Then shall that blissful scene arise,
When fix'd on high in purer skies,
Christ all his lustre shall display,
On all his saints through endless day.

244. Preserved in Jesus Christ.
1 WHEN the first parents of our race
Rebell'd and lost their God,
And the infection of their sin
Had tainted all our blood,
2 Infinite pity touch'd the heart
Of the eternal Son;
Descending from the heavenly court,
He left his Father's throne.

3 Aside the Prince of Glory threw
His most divine array,
And wrapt his Godhead in a veil
Of our inferior clay.

4 His living power, and dying love,
Redeem'd unhappy men;
And raised the ruins of our race,
To life and God again.

5 To thee, O Lord, our flesh and soul
We joyfully resign;

Blest Jesus, take us for thine own,
For we are doubly thine.
6 Thine honour shall for ever be
The business of our days;
For ever shall our thankful tongues
Speak thy deserved praise.

245.

Offices of Christ—the WORD.

V. 1, 2, 3, 5, 9. Or 1, 4, 6, 7, 11. Or 1,8-11.

1 JOIN all the names of love and power,
That ever men or angels bore;
All are too mean to speak his worth,
Or set Immanuel's glory forth.

2 But O, what condescending ways
He takes to teach his heavenly grace;
My eyes with joy and wonder see
What forms of love he bears for me.

3 The Angel of the covenant stands,
With his commission in his hands,
Sent from his Father's milder throne,
To make the great salvation known.

4 Great Prophet, let me bless thy name,
By thee the oyful tidings came,
Of wrath appeased, of sins forgiven,
Of hell subdued, and peace with heaven.

5 My bright example, and my guide,
I would be walking near thy side;
O let me never run astray,
Nor follow the forbidden way.

6 I love my Shepherd, he shall keep
My wandering soul among his sheep;
He feeds his flock, he calls their names,
And in his bosom bears the lambs.

7 My Surety undertakes my cause,
Answering his Father's broken laws;
Behold my soul at freedom set,
My Surety paid the dreadful debt.

8 Jesus, my great High Priest has died,
I seek no sacrifice beside;
His blood did once for all atone,
And now it pleads before the throne.

9 My Advocate appears on high,
My Father lays his thunder by!
Not all that earth or hell can say
Shall turn my Father's heart away.

10 My Lord, my Conqueror, and my King,
Thy sceptre and thy sword I sing;
Thine is the victory, and I sit
A joyful subject at thy feet.

11 Aspire, my soul, to glorious deeds,
The captain of salvation leads,
March on, nor fear to win the day,
Though death and hell obstruct the way.

246. The Presence of Christ with his Church.

1 THOU, Lord, art every where the same,
Thy Church's living Vine;
Upon whose all-supporting stem,
Her feeble scions twine.

2 Quicken'd by thee, and kept alive,
They flourish and bear fruit;
As branches all their sap derive,
And vigour from the root.

3 They can do nothing without thee,
Their strength is wholly thine;
Wither'd and barren must they be,
If sever'd from the vine.

4 To aid their powers, if thriving found,
Each feels thy purging hand;
The barren twigs in bundles bound,
Ready for burning stand.

5 Upon their leaf, when parch'd with heat,
Refreshing dew shall drop;

The plant which thy right hand hath set
Shall ne'er be rooted up.

6 Each moment water'd by thy care,
And nourish'd by thy grace,
The feeblest branch the fruits shall bear
Of righteousness and peace.

247.

"Worthy the Lamb."

1 COME, let us join our cheerful songs,
With angels round the throne !
Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,
But all their joys are one.

2 "Worthy the Lamb that died!" they cry,
"To be exalted thus;"
"Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply,
"For he was slain for us."

3 Jesus is worthy to receive,
Honour and power divine;
And blessings more than we can give,
Be, Lord, for ever thine.

4 Let all that dwell above the sky,
And air, and earth, and seas;
Conspire to lift thy glories high,
And speak thine endless praise.

5 Let all creation join in one,
To bless the sacred name
Of him that sits upon the throne,
And to adore the Lamb!

248.

He that hath seen me, hath seen the Father. 1 OUR Saviour alone, the Lord let us bless, Who reigns on his throne, the Prince of our

peace;

Who evermore saves us by shedding his blood;
All hail, holy Jesus, our Lord and our God!

2 We thankfully sing thy glory and praise,
Thou merciful spring of pity and grace;
Thy kindness for ever to men we will tell,
And say our dear Saviour redeems us from hell.
3 Preserve us in love while here we abide,
O never remove thy presence, nor hide
Thy glorious salvation, 'till each of us see,
With joy, the blest vision completed in thee !

4 By angels in heaven, of every degree,
And saints upon earth, all praise be address'd,
To God in three persons, one God ever blest,
As it hath been, is now, and always shall be.

That all should honour the Son even as they honour the Father
1 YE servants of God, your master proclaim,
And publish abroad his wonderful name,
The name all-victorious, of Jesus extol,
His kingdom is glorious, and rules over all.

2 God ruleth on high! Almighty to save,
And still he is nigh, his presence we have;
The great congregation his triumph shall sing,
Ascribing salvation to Jesus our King.

3 Salvation to God, who sits on the throne,
Let all cry aloud, and honour the Son;
Immanuel's praises the angels proclaim,
Fall down on their faces and worship the Lamb!

4 Then let us adore and give him his right,
All glory and power, and wisdom and might;
All honour and blessing, with angels above,
And thanks never-ceasing, and infinite love.

250. The Holiness of God manifested in the Sacrifice of the Cross.

1O THOU eternal victim, slain
A sacrifice for guilty man!
By the eternal Spirit made
An offering in the sinner's stead;
Our everlasting Priest art thou,
And plead'st thy death for sinners now

2 Thy offering still continues new,
Thy vesture keeps its bloody hue,
Thou stand'st the ever-slaughtered Lamb,
Thy Priesthood still remains the same :