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5 Weak is the effort of my heart,
And cold my warmest thought;
I'll praise thee as I ought.
1 THE name of Jesus sooths the soul,
And swells it with unbounded joys; And all the sounds harmonious roll, When that the grateful song employs.
2 Then wake my song her skill to try,
And ev'ry note with Jesus fill;
3 A name that angels love to praise ;
But yet a name of worth so great,
4 The voice of grief itself is lost,
When Jesn's name the music is ;
MONTGOMERY. 1 HALL to the Lord's anointed !
Great David's greater Son;
His reign on earth begun'!
To set the captive free;
And rule in equity.
And daily praise, ascend; His kingdom still increasinga
A kingdom without end. 4 O’er ev'ry foe, victorious,
He on his throne sball rest; From age to age more glorious,
All-blessing and all-blest. 72 7's. The same.
KELLY 1«KING of kings, and Lord of Lords!"
These arc great and awful wor 'Tis to Jesus they belong; Let his people raise their song;
2 Crown him then whom angels sing!
Crown him universal King !
3 Holy, holy, holy, Lord.
Heav'n and earth thy name record :
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King of Kings.
1 WHENCEthose unusual bursts of joy
Whose sound through heaven rings! They welcome Jesus to the sky,
And crown him “King of Kings."
2 The brightest angel glory boasts
To him his tribute brings,
To crown him “King of Kings.”
3 Look up ye saints, and while ye gaze,
Forget all earthly things;
And crowo him “ King of Kings."
4 When here, he bore our sin and shame,
And thence our comfort springs,
And crown him “King of Kings.”
5 We hope ere long, beyond those clouds,
To tune celestial strings;
To crown him “ King of Kings.”
I SWEET is the savour of his name,
Who suffer'd in his people's stead; His portion here, reproach and shame, He liveth now, he once was dead.
2 He once was dead, the very same,
Who sits on yonder throne above ;
3 He once was dead, the very same
Who made the worlds, a work of pow'r, Who now upholds the mighty frame, And keeps it till the final hour.
4 He once was dead, the very same
At whose command the dead shall rise, To sorrow some, and endless shame, And some to everlasting joys.
5 He once was dead, but now he lives,
His glory fills all heav'n above;
6 His people shall his triumph share,
With him shall live, with bim shall reign; In heav'n their joy is full, for there They see the LAMB for sinners slain.
I THOU dear Redeemer, dying Lamb,
We love to hear of thee;
Nor half so sweet can be.
O may we ever hear thy voice,
In mercy to us speak;