5 Weak is the effort of my heart, And cold my warmest thought; I'll praise thee as I ought. 70 L. M. The same. ANON 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 ; 71 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 : 73 c. M. King of Kings. KELLY. 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.” 74 L. M. Lamb Slain. KELLY. 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. 75 C. M. Melchisedec. CENNICK. 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; |