A Brighter Day Begins with His Word.

Campbell, Alexander, 1788-1866 • SECTION 229

Part 229

← The Christian Hymn Book A Compilation of Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs, Original and Selected, by A. Campbell and Others

3 Come, ye dying, live for ever, ’Tis a soul-reviving flood; God is faithful—he will never Break the covenant, sealed in blood; Signed, when our Redeemer died, Sealed, when he was crucified.

1320 7s, 6 lines. Glory to our King.

Glory, glory to our King! Crowns unfading wreathe his head; Jesus is the name we sing— Jesus risen from the dead; Jesus, Victor of the grave; Jesus, mighty now to save.

2 Now behold him high enthroned; Glory beaming from his face, By adoring angels owned God of holiness and grace: O for hearts and tongues to sing, Glory, glory to our King.

3 Jesus, on thy people shine; Warm our hearts and tune our tongues, That with angels we may join— Share their bliss, and swell their songs: Glory, honor, praise, and power, Lord, be thine for evermore.

1321 8s & 7s. Night.

Hear my prayer, O heavenly Father, Ere I lay me down to sleep: Bid thy angels pure and holy, Round my bed their vigil keep.

2 Great my sins are, but thy mercy Far outweighs them every one; Down before thy cross I cast them, Trusting in thy help alone.

3 Keep me through this night of peril, Underneath its boundless shade; Take me to thy rest, I pray thee, When my pilgrimage is made!

4 None shall measure out thy patience By the span of human thought; None shall bound the tender mercies Which thy holy Son hath wrought.

5 Pardon all my past transgressions; Give me strength for days to come; Guide and guard me with thy blessing, Till thine angels bid me home!

1322 8s & 7s. Our Mediator.

Jesus, hail! enthroned in glory, There for ever to abide; All the heavenly host adore thee, Seated at thy Father’s side.

2 There for sinners thou art pleading; There thou dost our place prepare; Ever for us interceding, Till in glory we appear.

3 Worship, honor, power, and blessing, Thou art worthy to receive; Loudest praises, without ceasing, Meet it is for us to give.

4 Help, ye bright, angelic spirits; Bring your sweetest, noblest lays; Help to sing our Saviour’s merits, Help to chant Immanuel’s praise.

1323 8s, 7s & 4s. Adoration.

Let us sing the King Messiah, King of Righteousness and Peace; Hail him, all his happy subjects, Never let his praises cease! Ever hail him, Let his honors still increase!

2 How transcendent are thy glories! Fairer than the sons of men, While thy blesséd mediation Brings us back to God again! Blessed Redeemer, How we triumph in thy reign!

3 Gird thy sword on, Mighty Hero, Make thy word of truth thy car, Prosper in thy course triumphant, All success attend thy war! Gracious Victor, Let mankind before thee bow!

4 Blessed are all that touch thy scepter, Blessed are all that own thy reign! Freed from sin, that worst of tyrants, Rescued from his galling chain! Saints and angels, All who know thee bless thy name!

1324 H. M. Excellency of Christ.

O you immortal throng Of angels round the throne, Join with our feeble song To make the Saviour known: On earth you knew his wondrous grace: In heaven you view his beauteous face.

2 You saw the heavenly child In human flesh arrayed, All innocent and mild, While in a manger laid; And praise to God, and peace on earth, Proclaimed aloud for such a birth.

3 You in the wilderness Beheld the tempter spoiled, Well known in every dress, In every combat foiled: And joyed to crown the Victor’s head, Before his frown when Satan fled.

4 Around the bloody tree You pressed with strong desire, That wondrous sight to see— The Lord of life expire! And could your eyes have known a tear, In sad surprise had dropped it there.

5 Around his sacred tomb A willing watch you keep, Till the blest moment come To rouse him from his sleep: Then rolled the stone, and all adored With joy unknown, our rising Lord.

6 When, all arrayed in light, The shining Conqueror rode, You hailed his rapturous flight Up to the throne of God; Your golden wings you waved around, And struck your strings of sweetest sound.

7 The warbling notes pursue, And louder anthems raise, While mortals sing with you Their own Redeemer’s praise. And you, my heart, with equal flame, Perform your part with joy the same.

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