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Hymn(17)
WH
Awake, and Sing the Song

William Hammond·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

Awake, and sing the song
Of Moses and the Lamb;
Wake, every heart, and every tongue!
To praise the Savior’s name.

Verse 2

Sing of his dying love;
Sing of his rising power;
Sing how he intercedes above
For those whose sins he bore.

Verse 3

Sing on your heavenly way,
Ye ransomed sinners! sing;
Sing on, rejoicing, every day,
In Christ, th’ eternal King.

Verse 4

Soon shall ye hear him say,
“Ye blessed children! come;”
Soon will he call you hence away,
And take his wanderers home.

William Hammond, “Awake, and Sing the Song”

AS
Awake, Awake, the Sacred Song

Anne Steele·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

Awake, awake, the sacred song,
To our incarnate Lord;
Let every heart and every tongue
Adore th’ eternal Word.

Verse 2

That awful Word, that sovereign Power,
By whom the worlds were made;
Oh, happy morn--illustrious hour--
Was once in flesh arrayed.

Verse 3

To dwell with misery here below,
The Savior left the skies,
And sunk to wretchedness and woe,
That worthless man might rise.

Verse 4

Adoring angels tuned their songs,
To hail the joyful day;
With rapture, then, let human tongues
Their grateful worship pay.

Anne Steele, “Awake, Awake, the Sacred Song”

SM
Awake, My Soul, to Joyful Lays

Samuel Medley·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

Awake, my soul, to joyful lays,
And sing thy great Redeemer’s praise;
He justly claims a song from me,
His loving kindness, oh, how free!

Verse 2

He saw me ruined in the fall,
Yet loved me notwithstanding all;
He saved me from my lost estate--
His loving kindness, oh, how great!

Verse 3

Though numerous hosts of mighty foes--
Though earth and hell my way oppose;
He safely leads my soul along--
His loving kindness, oh, how strong!

Verse 4

When trouble, like a gloomy cloud,
Has gathered thick and thundered loud,
He near my soul has always stood--
His loving kindness, oh, how good!

SM
Awake, My Soul, to Joyful Lays

Samuel Medley·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

Awake, my soul, to joyful lays,
And sing thy great Redeemer’s praise;
He justly claims a song from me,
His loving kindness, oh, how free!

Verse 2

He saw me ruined in the fall,
Yet loved me notwithstanding all;
He saved me from my lost estate--
His loving kindness, oh, how great!

Verse 3

Though numerous hosts of mighty foes--
Though earth and hell my way oppose;
He safely leads my soul along--
His loving kindness, oh, how strong!

Verse 4

When trouble, like a gloomy cloud,
Has gathered thick and thundered loud,
He near my soul has always stood--
His loving kindness, oh, how good!

Samuel Medley, “Awake, My Soul, to Joyful Lays”

JC
Children of the Heavenly King

John Cennick·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

Children of the heavenly King,
As we journey let us sing;
Sing our Savior’s worthy praise,
Glorious in his works and ways.
We are trav’ling home to God,
In the way our fathers trod;
They are happy now, and we
Soon their happiness shall see.

Verse 2

Fear not, brethren; joyful stand
On the borders of our land;
Jesus Christ, our Father’s Son,
Bids us undismayed go on.
Lord! obediently we’ll go,
Gladly leaving all below:
Only thou our Leader be,
And we still will follow thee.

John Cennick, “Children of the Heavenly King”

M(
Come, Let Us All Unite to Praise

Martin Madan (?)·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

Come, let us all unite to praise
The Savior of mankind;
Our thankful hearts in solemn lays
Be with our voices joined.

Verse 2

O Lord! we cannot silent be;
By love we are constrained
To offer our best thanks to thee,
Our Savior, and our Friend.

Verse 3

Let every tongue thy goodness show,
And spread abroad thy fame;
Let every heart with praise o’erflow,
And bless thy sacred name.

Verse 4

Worship and honor, thanks and love,
Be to our Jesus given,
By men below, by hosts above,
By all in earth and heaven.

Martin Madan (?), “Come, Let Us All Unite to Praise”

MB
Crown Him with Many Crowns

Matthew Bridges·Modern

Verse 1

Crown him with many crowns,
The Lamb upon his throne;
Hark! how the heavenly anthem drowns
All music but its own!

Verse 2

Awake, my soul! and sing
Of him who died for thee;
And hail him as thy matchless King,
Through all eternity.

Verse 3

Crown him, the Lord of love!
Behold his hands and side,
Rich wounds, yet visible above
In beauty glorified.

Verse 4

Crown him, the Lord of peace!
Whose power a scepter sways,
From pole to pole, that wars may cease,
Absorbed in prayer and praise.

Verse 5

Crown him, the Lord of years!
The Potentate of time;
Creator of the rolling spheres,
Ineffably sublime!

Matthew Bridges, “Crown Him with Many Crowns”

WG
Crown His Head with Endless Blessing

William Goode·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

Crown his head with endless blessing,
Who, in God the Father’s name,
With compassions never ceasing,
Comes salvation to proclaim.
Hail, ye saints, who know his favor,
Who within his gates are found;
Hail, ye saints, th’ exalted Savior,
Let his courts with praise resound.

Verse 2

Lo, Jehovah, we adore thee;
Thee our Savior! thee our God!
From his throne his beams of glory
Shine through all the world abroad.
Jesus, thee our Savior hailing
Thee our God in praise we own;
Highest honors, never failing,
Rise eternal round thy throne.

William Goode, “Crown His Head with Endless Blessing”

EH

Verse 1

Down at the cross where my Savior died.
Down where for cleansing from sin I cried;
There to my heart was the blood applied;
Glory to his name.

Refrain

Glory to his name,
Glory to his name,
There to my heart was the blood applied,
Glory to his name.

Verse 2

I am so wondrously saved from sin,
Jesus so sweetly abides within;
There at the cross where he took me in;
Glory to his name.

Verse 3

Oh, precious fountain that saves from sin,
I am so glad, I have entered in;
There Jesus saves me and keeps me clean;
Glory to his name.

Verse 4

Come to this fountain, so rich and sweet,
Cast thy poor soul at the Savior’s feet;
Plunge in to-day and be made complete;
Glory to his name.

Elisha A. Hoffman, “Down at the Cross Where My Savior Died.”

JS
Earth Has Nothing Sweet or Fair

Johann Scheffler·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

Earth has nothing sweet or fair,
Lovely forms or beauties rare,
But before my eyes they bring
Christ, of beauty Source and Spring.

Verse 2

When the morning paints the skies,
When the golden sunbeams rise,
Then my Savior’s form I find
Brightly imaged on my mind.

Verse 3

When the day-beams pierce the night,
Oft I think on Jesus’ light,--
Think,--how bright that light will be,
Shining through eternity.

Verse 4

When, as moonlight softly steals,
Heaven its thousand eyes reveals,
Then I think;--who made their light
Is a thousand times more bright.

Verse 5

When I see, in spring-tide gay,
Fields their varied tints display,
Wakes the thrilling thought in me,
What must their Creator be?

Verse 6

Lord of all that’s fair to see!
Come, reveal thyself to me;
Let me, ‘mid thy radiant light,
See thine unveiled glories bright.

Johann Scheffler, “Earth Has Nothing Sweet or Fair”

JW
Hail! My Ever Blessed Jesus!

John Wingrove·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

Hail! my ever blessed Jesus!
Only thee I wish to sing.
To my soul, thy name is precious,
Thou, my Prophet, Priest, and King.

Verse 2

Oh! what mercy flows from heaven!
Oh! what joy and happiness!
Love I much? I’ve much forgiven;
I’m a miracle of grace.

Verse 3

Once with Adam’s race in ruin,
Unconcerned in sin I lay;
Swift destruction still pursuing,
Till my Savior passed that way

Verse 4

Witness, all ye host of heaven!
My Redeemer’s tenderness;
Love I much? I’ve much forgiven;
I’m a miracle of grace.

Verse 5

Shout, ye bright angelic choir!
Praise the Lamb enthroned above;
Whilst, astonished, I admire
God’s free grace, and boundless love.

Verse 6

That blest moment I received him,
Filled my soul with joy and peace:
Love I much? I’ve much forgiven;
I’m a miracle of grace.

John Wingrove, “Hail! My Ever Blessed Jesus!”

Verse 1

I have found a friend in Jesus, he’s everything to me,
He’s the fairest of ten thousand to my soul;
The Lily of the Valley, in him alone I see
All I need to cleanse and make me fully whole.
In sorrow he’s my comfort, in trouble he’s my stay,
He tells me ev’ry care on him to roll.
He’s the Lily of the Valley, the bright and Morning Star,
He’s the fairest of ten thousand to my soul.

Verse 2

He all my griefs has taken, and all my sorrows borne;
In temptation he’s my strong and mighty tower;
I have all for him forsaken, and all my idols torn
From my heart, and now he keeps me by his power.
Tho’ all the world forsake me, and Satan tempt me sore,
Thro’ Jesus I shall safely reach the goal.
He’s the Lily of the Valley, the bright and Morning Star,
He’s the fairest of ten thousand to my soul.

Verse 3

He will never, never leave me, nor yet forsake me here,
While I live by faith and do his blessed will;
A wall of fire about me, I’ve nothing now to fear,
With his manna he my hungry soul shall fill.
Then sweeping up to glory to see his blessed face,
Where rivers of delight shall ever roll.
He’s the Lily of the Valley, the bright and Morning Star,
He’s the fairest of ten thousand to my soul.

BC
Of Him Who Did Salvation Bring

Bernard of Clairvaux·Medieval

Verse 1

Of him who did salvation bring,
I could forever think and sing;
Arise, ye needy, he’ll relieve;
Arise, ye guilty, he’ll forgive.

Verse 2

Ask but his grace, and lo, ’tis given!
Ask, and he turns your hell to heaven;
Though sin and sorrow wound my soul,
Jesus, thy balm will make me whole.

Verse 3

’Tis thee I love, for thee alone,
I shed my tears, and make my moan!
Where’er I am, where’er I move,
I meet the object of my love.

Verse 4

Insatiate to this spring I fly;
I drink, and yet am ever dry;
Ah! who against thy charms is proof?
Ah, who that loves can love enough?

CW
Oh, for a Thousand Tongues, to Sing

Charles Wesley·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

Oh, for a thousand tongues, to sing
My great Redeemer’s praise,
The glories of my God and King
The triumphs of his grace.

Verse 2

My gracious Master, and my God,
Assist me to proclaim--
To spread, through all the earth abroad,
The honors of thy name.

Verse 3

Jesus! the name that charms our fears,
That bids our sorrows cease;
’Tis music in the sinner’s ears,
’Tis life, and health, and peace.

Verse 4

He breaks the power of canceled sin,
He sets the pris’ner free:
His blood can make the foulest clean--
His blood availed for me.

Verse 5

He speaks--and, list’ning to his voice
New life the dead receive;
The mournful, broken hearts rejoice,
The humble poor believe.

Verse 6

Hear him, ye deaf; his praise, ye dumb,
Your loosened tongues employ;
Ye blind, behold your Savior come;
And leap, ye lame, for joy.

Charles Wesley, “Oh, for a Thousand Tongues, to Sing”

Verse 1

We praise thee, O God! for the Son of thy love,
For Jesus who died, and is now gone above.

Refrain

Hallelujah! thine the glory,
Hallelujah! Amen.
Hallelujah! thine the glory,
Revive us again.

Verse 2

We praise thee, O God! for thy Spirit of light,
Who has shown us our Savior, and scattered our night.

Verse 3

All glory and praise to the Lamb that was slain,
Who has borne all our sins, and has cleansed ev’ry stain.

Verse 4

All glory and praise to the God of all grace,
Who has bought us, and sought us, and guided our ways.

Verse 5

Revive us again; fill each heart with thy love;
May each soul be rekindled with fire from above.

William P. Mackay, “We Praise Thee, O God! for the Son of Thy Love”

Verse 1

We praise Thee, O God! for the Son of Thy love,
For Jesus who died, and is now gone above.

Refrain

Hallelujah! Thine the glory,
Hallelujah! Amen.
Hallelujah! Thine the glory,
Revive us again.

Verse 2

We praise Thee, O God! for Thy Spirit of light,
Who has shown us our Saviour, and scattered our night.

Verse 3

All glory and praise to the Lamb that was slain,
Who hath borne all our sins, and hath cleansed every stain.

Verse 4

All glory and praise to the God of all grace,
Who has bought us, and sought us, and guided our ways.

Verse 5

Revive us again; fill each heart with Thy love;
May each soul be rekindled with fire from above.

CW
Ye Servants of God, Your Master Proclaim

Charles Wesley·Post-Reformation

Verse 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.

Verse 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.

Verse 3

“Salvation to God, who sits on the throne,”
Let all cry aloud, and honor the Son;
Our Savior’s high praises the angels proclaim,--
Fall down on their faces, and worship the Lamb.

Charles Wesley, “Ye Servants of God, Your Master Proclaim”