5 Borne upon the latest breath, Songs of praise shall conquer death; Then amidst eternal joy, Songs of praise their powers employ.
655 7s. Praise waiteth for thee, etc. Psalm 65:1.
Praise on thee, in Zion’s gates, Daily, O Jehovah, waits; Unto thee, who hearest prayer, Shall the tribes of men repair.
2 Though with conscious guilt oppressed, On thy mercy still we rest; Thy forgiving love display, Take, O Lord, our sins away.
3 O, how blesséd their reward, Chosen servants of the Lord, Who within thy courts abide, With thy goodness satisfied.
656 P. M. 1 Pet. 1:8.
Saviour! thy gentle voice Gladly we hear; Author of all our joys, Be ever near; Our souls would cling to thee, Let us thy fullness see, Our life to cheer.
2 Fountain of life divine! Thee we adore; We would be wholly thine For evermore; Freely forgive our sin, Grant heavenly peace within, Thy light restore.
3 Though to our faith unseen, While darkness reigns, On thee alone we lean While life remains; By thy free grace restored, Our souls shall bless the Lord In joyful strains!
657 8s. All things loss for Christ.
My gracious Redeemer I love! His praises aloud I’ll proclaim, And join with the armies above To shout his adorable name.
2 To gaze on his glories divine Shall be my eternal employ, And feel them incessantly shine, My boundless, ineffable joy.
3 You palaces, scepters, and crowns, Your pride with disdain I survey, Your pomps are but shadows and sounds, And pass in a moment away.
4 The crown that my Saviour bestows, Yon permanent sun shall outshine; My joy everlastingly flows— My God, my Redeemer, is mine.
658 8s. The first, and the last. Rev. 1:11.
This Lord is the Lord we adore, Our faithful unchangeable Friend, Whose love is as large as his power, And neither knows measure nor end.
2 ’Tis Jesus, the First and the Last, Whose Spirit shall guide us safe home; We’ll praise him for all that is past, And trust him for all that’s to come.
659 8s. The unsearchable riches of Christ. Eph. 3:8.
How shall I my Saviour set forth? How shall I his beauties declare? O how shall I speak of his worth, Or what his chief dignities are?
2 His angels can never express, Nor saints who sit nearest his throne, How rich are his treasures of grace— No—this is a secret unknown.
3 In him all the fullness of God For ever transcendently shines! Though once like a mortal he stood To finish his gracious designs.
4 Though once he was nailed to the cross, Vile rebels like me to set free, His glory sustainéd no loss, Eternal his kingdom shall be.
5 O sinners! believe and adore This Saviour so rich to redeem! No creature can ever explore The treasures of goodness in him.
6 Come, all you who see yourselves lost, And feel yourselves burdened with sin, Draw near, while with terror you’re tossed, Obey, and your peace shall begin.
7 He riches has ever in store, And treasures that never can waste: Here’s pardon, here’s grace—yea, and more, Here’s glory eternal at last.
660 8s & 7s. O thou Fount of every blessing.
O thou Fount of every blessing! Tune my heart to sing thy grace; Streams of mercy, never ceasing, Call for songs of loudest praise.
2 Teach me ever to adore thee, May I still thy goodness prove, While the hope of endless glory Fills my heart with joy and love.
3 Here I’ll raise my Ebenezer, Hither by thy help I’ve come, And I hope, by thy good pleasure, Safely to arrive at home.
4 Jesus sought me when a stranger, Wandering from thy fold, O God! He to rescue me from danger, Interposed his precious blood.
5 O! to grace how great a debtor Daily I’m constrained to be! Let thy goodness, like a fetter, Bind me closer still to thee!
6 Never let me wander from thee, Never leave thee whom I love; By thy Word and Spirit guide me, Till I reach thy courts above.
661 8s & 7s. Brightness of the Father’s glory. Heb. 1:3.
Brightness of the Father’s glory, Shall thy praise unuttered lie? Break, my tongue, such guilty silence; Sing the Lord, who came to die.
2 Did the angels sing thy coming? Did the shepherds learn their lays? Shame would cover me, ungrateful, Should my tongue refuse to praise.
3 From the highest throne in glory To the cross of deepest woe, All to ransom guilty captives! Flow, my praise, for ever flow.
4 Re-ascend, immortal Saviour; Leave thy footstool, take thy throne; Thence return, and reign for ever; Be the kingdom all thine own.
662 8s & 7s. Thrice holy.