On his shoulder he shall bear
Power and majesty-and wear
On his vesture and his thigh
Names most awful-names most high.
Wonderful in counsel he,
Christ th' incarnate Deity,
Sire of ages ne'er to cease,
King of kings, and Prince of peace.
Come, and worship at his feet,
Yield to him the homage meet;
From his manger to his throne,
Homage due to God alone.
To Him that lov'd the sons of men,
And wash'd us in his blood,
To royal honours rais'd our heads,
And made us priests to God:
To him let ev'ry tongue be praise,
And ev'ry heart be love;
All grateful honors paid on earth,
And nobler songs above.
Behold, on flying clouds he comes!
His saints shall bless the day;
While they that pierc'd him sadly mourn,
In anguish and dismay.
Thou art the First, and thou the Last;
Time centres all in Thee;
Almighty Lord, who wast, and art,
And evermore shalt be.
HAIL to the Prince of Life and Peace,
Who holds the keys of death and hell!
The spacious world unseen is his,
The sov'reign power becomes him well.
In shame and torment once he died;
But now he lives for evermore;
Bow down, you saints, around his seat,
And all you angel bands, adore.
Live, live forever, glorious Lord,
To crush thy foes and guard thy friends;
While all thy chosen tribes rejoice
That thy dominion never ends.
Worthy thy hand to hold the keys,
Guided by wisdom and by love;
Worthy to rule our mortal lives,
O'er worlds below and worlds above.
When death thy servants shall invade,
When pow'rs of hell thy church annoy,
Controll'd by thee, their rage shall aid
The cause they labor to destroy.
Forever reign, victorious King!
Wide through the earth thy name be known; nd call our longing souls to sing blimer anthems near thy throne.
HYMN 3-C. M.
ALL hail the power of Jesus' name!
Let angels prostrate fall;
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown him Lord of all.
Crown him, you martyrs of our God,
Who from his altar call;
Extol the stem of Jesse's rod,
And crown him Lord of all.
You chosen seed of Israel's race,
A remnant weak and small,
Hail him who saves you by his grace,
And crown him Lord of all.
You Gentile sinners, ne'er forget
The wormwood and the gall;
Go, spread your trophies at his feet,
And crown him Lord of all.
Babes, men, and sires, who know his love,
Who feel your sin and thrall,
Now join with all the hosts above,
And crown him Lord of all.
Let ev'ry kindred, ev'ry tribe,
On this terrestrial ball,
To him all majesty ascribe,
And crown him Lord of all.
O that with yonder sacred throng,
We at his feet may fall!
We'll join the everlasting song,
And crown him Lord of all.
HYMN 4-8's and 6's.
CHRISTIANS, keep your armor bright,
Rejoice give thanks, and sing,
In union strong together fight;
Hosanna to our King!
Come, laud and magnify his name,
Nor let his praises cease;
His ways are ways of pleasantness,
And all his paths are peace.
We will not act the coward's part,
But onward all proceed;
Our Captain shall his grace impart
In ev'ry time of need.
Great peace have they who love his cause,
And on his word rely;
From such as keep his holy laws
The enemy will fly.
The world and sin may grieve us sore,
And rouse our weakest fears;
Our march is but a few days more
Through this dark vale of tears.
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