WILLIS. 78. R. STORRS WILLIS. 1. Now begin the heavenly theme, Sing a-loud in Jesus' name! Ye, who His sal 9:24 964 vation prove, Triumph in redeem-ing love, Triumph in redeeming love. 1. { 28 As down in the sunless retreats of the ocean, Sweet flowers are springing no mortal can see, So, deep in my heart, the still pray'r of devotion, Unheard by the world, rises, 1. Fairest Lord Jesus! Ruler of all nature! O Thou of God and man the Son? 2. Fair are the meadows, Fairer still the woodlands, Rob'd in the blooming garb of spring; 3. Fair is the sunshine, Fairer stili the moonlight, And the twinkling star 9:4 54 ry host; dddd 661. 8s & 7s. 1. COME, Thou long-expected Jesus, 2. Israel's Strength and Consolation, 3. Born, Thy people to deliver; Now Thy precious kingdom bring. 4. By Thine own eternal Spirit, Rule in all our hearts alone; 662. 8s & 7s. 1. JESUS, who on Calvary's mountain 2. I have sinned, but Oh, restore me; 3. In Thy word I hear Thee saying, 4. Grant, Oh grant Thy Spirit's teaching, 663. 8s & 7s. 1. SWEET the moments, rich in blessing, Which before the cross I spend ; Life, and health, and peace possessing, From the sinner's dying Friend. 2. Here I'll sit, for ever viewing Mercy streaming in His blood; Precious drops! my soul bedewing, Plead and claim my peace with God. 3. Truly blessed is this station, Low before His cross to lie; 4. Here it is I find my heaven, While upon the cross I gaze; 1. CROWN His head with endless blessing, 2. Lo, Jehovah, we adore Thee Thee, our Saviour-Thee, our God; From Thy throne let beams of glory Shine through all the world abroad. 3. Jesus! Thee our Saviour hailing, Thee our God in praise we own; Highest honors, never failing, Rise eternal round Thy throne. 4. Now, ye saints, His power confessing, 665. 8s & 7s. 6 lines. 1. ONE there is, above all others, 2. Which of all our friends, to save us, Could or would have shed his blood? But our Jesus died to have us Reconciled in Him to God; 3. When He lived on earth abased, 4. O, for grace our hearts to soften! What a Friend we have above; NEWTON. CROMWELL. H. M. 3 4 J. ZUNDEL. 1. Come,ev'-ry pi-ous heart, That loves the Saviour's name! Your noblest pow'rs exert, To 1. COME, every pious heart, To celebrate His fame; Tell all above, and all below, 2. He left His starry crown, And laid His robes aside; And wept, and bled, and died: What He endured, no tongue can tell, To save our souls from death and hell. 3. From the dark grave He rose,The mansion of the dead; And thence His mighty foes In glorious triumph led; Up through the sky the conqueror rode, There shall we see His lovely face, STENNETT. 667. H. M. 1. YE dying sons of men,Immerged in sin and woe, The gospel's voice attend, While Jesus sends to you; Nor vain excuses frame: Though poor, and blind, and lame : All things are ready; sinners, come; For every trembling soul there's room. 3. Believe the heavenly word His messengers proclaim; And faithful is His name. Ye wandering sheep, draw near; Christ calls you from above; His charming accents hear; Let whosoever will now come : In merey's breast there still is room. BODEN. |