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The trumpet sounds: the graves re

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2 Do thou, my soul, keep watch, beware lest thou in sleep sink down,
Lest thou be given o'er to death, and lose the golden crown;

But see that thou be sober, with a watchful eye, and thus
Cry, "Holy, holy, holy God, have mercy upon us."

3 That day, the day of fear, shall come; my soul, slack not thy toil,
But light thy lamp, and feed it well, and make it bright with oil;
Thou knowest not how soon may sound the cry at eventide,
"Behold, the Bridegroom comes. Arise! He comes to meet the Bride."

4 Beware, my soul! take thou good heed, lest thou in slumber lie,
And, like the five, remain without, and knock, and vainly cry;
But watch, and bear thy lamp undimmed, and Christ shall gird thee on
His own bright wedding-robe of light, the glory of the Son.

Rev. GERARD MOULTRIE. 1867

NEWBOLD C. M.

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G. KINGSLEY, 1843

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O for a thousand tongues to sing My dear Re-deem - er's praise ;The glo-ries

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of my God and King, The triumphs of His grace,The triumphs of His grace. A-men.

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2" Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry, 4 Let all that dwell above the sky,

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2 His love, what mortal thought can reach, 4 Dear Lord, while we adoring pay

What mortal tongue display! Imagination's utmost stretch

In wonder dies away.

3 He left His radiant throne on high, Left the bright realms of bliss,

And came to earth to bleed and die: Was ever love like this?

Our humble thanks to Thee, May every heart with rapture say, "The Saviour died for me."

5 Oh, may the sweet, the blissful theme, Fill every heart and tongue,

Till strangers love Thy charming name,
And join the sacred song.

ANNE STEELE 1760

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2 Crown Him, ye martyrs of your God
Who from His altar call;
Extol the stem of Jesse's rod,
And crown Him Lord of all!

3 Ye seed of Israel's chosen race,
Ye ransomed of the fall,

Hail Him who saves you by His grace,
And crown Him Lord of all!

4 Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget
The wormwood and the gall,
Go spread your trophies at His feet,
And crown Him Lord of all!

5 Let every kindred, every tribe,
On this terrestrial ball,

To Him all majesty ascribe,
And crown Him Lord of all!

6 Oh, that with yonder sacred throng
We at His feet may fall,

Join in the everlasting song,
And crown Him Lord of all!

Rev. EDWARD PERRONET, 1779-80. v. 6. Rev. J. RIPPON, 1787

MILES LANE C. M.

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W. SHRUBSOLE, 1785

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All hail the pow'r of Jesus' name ! Let an-gels prostrate fall;Bring forth the royal

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