Praise to the Lord Jesus

410 Praise to the Redeemer

1 NOW to the Lord, that makes us know The wonders of His dying love, Be humble honours paid below, And strains of nobler praise above.

2 'Twas He that cleansed our foulest sins, And washed us in His richest blood:

'Tis He that makes us priests and kings, And brings us rebels near to God.

3 To Jesus our atoning Priest, To Jesus our superior King, Be everlasting power confess'd, And every tongue His glory sing.

4 Behold, on flying clouds He comes, And every eye shall see Him move;

Though with our sins we pierced Him once, Now He displays His pardoning love.

5 The unbelieving world shall wail, While we rejoice to see the day;

Come, Lord, nor let Thy promise fail, Nor let Thy chariots long delay.

Isaac Watts, 1709

411 Praise to the Redeemer

1 TO Him that loved the souls of men, And wash'd us in His blood, To royal honours raised our head, And made us priests to God;

2 To Him let every tongue be praise, And every heart be love!

All grateful honours paid on earth, And nobler songs above!

3 Behold, on flying clouds He comes! His saints shall bless the day;

While they that pierced Him sadly mourn in anguish and dismay.

4 Thou art the First, and Thou the Last;

Time centres all in Thee, The Almighty God, who was, and is, And evermore shall be.

Isaac Watts, 1709;

Scripture Songs, 1751

412 A new Song to the Lamb

1 BEHOLD the glories of the Lamb Amidst His Father's throne;

Prepare new honours for His name And songs before unknown.

2 Let elders worship at His feet, The church adore around, With vials full of odours sweet, And harps of sweeter sound.

3 Those are the prayers of the saints, And these the hymns they raise;

Jesus is kind to our complaints, He loves to hear our praise.

4 Eternal Father, who shall look Into Thy secret will? Who but the Son shall take that book, And open every seal?

5 He shall fulfil Thy great decrees, The Son deserves it well;

Lo! in His hand the sovereign keys Of heaven, and death, and hell.

6 Now to the Lamb that once was slain, Be endless blessings paid;

Salvation, glory, joy, remain For ever on Thy head.

7 Thou hast redeem'd our souls with blood, Hast set the prisoners free Hast made us kings and priests to God, And we shall reign with Thee.

8 The worlds of nature and of grace Are put beneath Thy power;

Then shorten these delaying days, And bring the promised hour.

Isaac Watts, 1709

413

Worthy the Lamb

1 COME, let us join our cheerful songs With angels round the throne;

Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, But all their joys are one.

2 "Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry, "To be exalted thus;"

"Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply, "For He was slain for us."

3 Jesus is worthy to receive Honour and power divine; And blessings more than we can give, Be, Lord, for ever Thine.

4 Let all that dwell above the sky, And air, and earth, and seas, Conspire to lift Thy glories high, And speak Thine endless praise.

5 The whole creation join in one, To bless the sacred name Of Him that sits upon the throne, And to adore the Lamb.

Isaac Watts, 1709.

414 Christ's Humiliation and Exaltation

1 WHAT equal honour shall we bring To Thee, O Lord our God, the Lamb, When all the notes that angels sing Are far inferior to Thy name?

2 Worthy is He that once was slain, The Prince of Peace that groan'd and died Worthy to rise, and live, and reign At His Almighty Father's side.

3 Power and dominion are His due Who stood condemned at Pilate's bar;

Wisdom belongs to Jesus too, Though He was charged with madness here

4 All riches are His native right, Yet He sustain'd amazing loss: To Him ascribe eternal might, Who left His weakness on the cross.

5 Honour immortal must be paid, Instead of scandal and of scorn:

While glory shines around His head, And a bright crown without a thorn.

6 Blessings for ever on the Lamb, Who bore the curse for wretched men:

Let angels sound His sacred name. And every creature say, Amen.

Isaac Watts, 1709

415 "Worthy is the Lamb."

1 WORTHY art Thou, .O dying Lamb!

Worthy, O bleeding Lord;

Eternal, Infinite, I AM, Ceaseless to be adored!

2 Fulness of riches is in Thee! From Thee all mercies spring: And grace and love, divine and free, And power enlivening.

3 Out of the deep of every heart, Let praise to Thee ascend:

Till Thou to heaven shalt us translate, Where praises never end!

4 Thither, oh thither, quickly bring Thy remnant, Lord, in peace:

We there with all Thy hosts will sing, Nor ever, ever cease!

John Cennick, 1742

416 "Worthy is the Lamb."

1 GLORY to God on high!

Let earth and skies reply, Praise ye His name: His love and grace adore, Who all our sorrows bore, Sing aloud evermore, Worthy the Lamb!

2 Jesus, our Lord and God, Bore sin's tremendous load, Praise ye His name:

Tell what His arm hath done, What spoils from death He won:

Sing His great name alone:

Worthy the Lamb!

3 While they around the throne Cheerfully join in one, Praising His name:

Those who have felt His blood Sealing their peace with God, Sound His dear fame abroad:

Worthy the Lamb!

4 Join all ye ransom'd race, Our holy Lord to bless;

Praise ye His name: In Him we will rejoice, And make a joyful noise, Shouting with heart and voice, Worthy the Lamb!

5 What though we change our place, Yet we shall never cease Praising His name; To Him our songs we bring, Hail Him our gracious. King.

And, without ceasing sing, Worthy the Lamb!

6 Then let the hosts above, In realms of endless love, Praise His dear name; To Him ascribed be Honour and majesty;

Through all eternity:

Worthy the Lamb!

James Allen, 1761, a.

417

Crown Him

1 ALL hail the power of Jesus' name!

Let angels prostrate fall;

Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown Him Lord of all.

2 Crown Him, ye martyrs of our God, Who from His altar call;

Extol the stem of Jesse's rod, And crown Him Lord of all.

3 Ye 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.

4 Ye Gentile sinners, ne'er forget The wormwood and the gall;

Go—spread your trophies at His feet, And crown Him Lord of all.

5 Babes, men, and sires, who know His love, Who feel your sin and thrall, Now joy with all the hosts above, And crown Him Lord of all.

6 Let every kindred, every tribe, On this terrestrial ball, To Him all majesty ascribe, And crown Him Lord of all.

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

We'll join the everlasting song, And crown Him Lord of all.

Edward Perronet, 1780, a.

418

Crown Him

1 CROWN Him with many crowns, The Lamb upon His throne:

Hark how the heavenly anthem drowns All music but its own.

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

3 Crown Him, the Lord of Love;

Behold His hands and Bide, Rich wounds, yet visible above In beauty glorified.

4 Crown Him, the Lord of Peace, Whose power a sceptre sways From pole to pole, that wars may cease, Absorb'd in prayer and praise:

5 His reign shall know no end, And round His pierced feet Fair flowers of paradise extend Their fragrance ever sweet.

6 All hail! Redeemer, hail! For Thou hast died for me:

Thy praise shall never, never fail Throughout eternity.

Matthew Bridges, 1848

419 "Hail, King of the Jews."

1 HAIL, Thou once despised Jesus, Hail, Thou Galilean King!

Thou didst suffer to release us!

Thou didst free salvation bring:

Hail, Thou agonizing Saviour, Bearer of our sin and shame, By Thy merits we find favour;

Life is given through Thy name

2 Paschal Lamb, by God appointed, All our sins were on Thee laid: By almighty love anointed, Thou hast full atonement made:

All Thy people are forgiven.

Through the virtue of Thy blood;

Open'd is the gate of heaven, Peace is made 'twixt man and God.

3 Jesus, hail! enthroned in glory, There for ever to abide;

All the heavenly hosts adore Thee, Seated at Thy Father's side:

There for sinners Thou art pleading;

There Thou dost our place prepare:

Ever for us interceding Till in glory we appear.

4 Worship, honour, power, and blessing, Thou art worthy to receive;

Loudest praises, without ceasing, Meet it is for us to give:

Help, ye bright angelic spirits!

Bring your sweetest, noblest lays!

Help to sing our Saviour's merits;

Help to chant Immanuel's praise, John Bakewell, 1757.

Augustus M. Toplady, 1776

420 “Not unto us."

1 NOT unto us, to Thee alone, Bless'd Lamb, be glory given!

Here shall Thy praises be begun, But carried on in heaven.

2 The hosts of spirits now with Thee Eternal anthems sing: To imitate them here, lo! we Our Hallelujahs bring.

3 Had we our tongues like them inspired, Like theirs our songs should rise:

Like them we never should be tired, But love the sacrifice.

4 Till we the veil of flesh lay down, Accept our weaker lays; And when we reach Thy Father's throne, We'll join in nobler praise.

John Cennick, 1742

421 "Altogether lovely."

1 TO Christ the Lord let every tongue Its noblest tribute bring: When He's the subject of the song, Who can refuse to sing?

2 Survey the beauties of His face, And on His glories dwell;

Think of the wonders of His grace, And all His triumphs tell.

3 Majestic sweetness sits enthroned Upon His awful brow; His head with radiant glories crown'd, His lips with grace o'erflow.

4 No mortal can with Him compare, Among the sons of men;

Fairer He is than all the fair That fill the heavenly train.

5 He saw me plunged in deep distress, He flew to my relief: For me He bore the shameful cross, And carried all my grief.

6 To heaven, the place of His abode, He brings my weary feet:

Shows me the glories of my God, And makes my joys complete.

Samuel Stennett, 1787.

422 Rejoicing in Jesus

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.

2 My gracious Master and my God, Assist me to proclaim, And spread through all the earth abroad The honours of Thy name.

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.

4 He breaks the power of cancell'd sin, He sets the prisoners free: His blood can make the foulest clean, His blood avail'd for me.

Charles Wesley, 1740

423

Redeeming Love

1 TO our Redeemer's glorious name, Awake the sacred song!

Oh may His love (immortal flame!) Tune every heart and tongue.

2 His love, what mortal thought can reach, What mortal tongue display?

Imagination's utmost stretch In wonder dies away.

3 Let wonder still with love unite, And gratitude and joy;

Jesus be our supreme delight, His praise, our blest employ.

4 Jesus who left his throne on high, Left the bright realms of bliss, And came to earth to bleed and die— Was ever love like this?

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

424 Tribute for King Jesus

1 Jesus, Thou everlasting King, Accept the tribute which we bring;

Accept the well-deserved renown, And wear our praises as Thy crown.

2 Let every act of worship be, Like our espousals, Lord, to Thee;

Like the dear hour when from above We first received Thy pledge of love.

3 The gladness of that happy day; Our hearts would wish it long to stay: Nor let our faith forsake its hold, Nor comforts sink, nor love grow cold.

4 Each following minute while it stays, Improve our joys, increase Thy praise, Till we are raised to sing Thy name At the great supper of the Lamb.

5 Oh that the months would roll away, And bring the coronation day! The King of Grace shall fill the throne, With all His Father's glories on.

Isaac Watts, 1719, a

425 Christ's Glorious Person

1 NOW to the Lord a noble song!

Awake, my soul, awake, my tongue;

Hosanna to th' Eternal Name, And all His boundless love proclaim.

2 See where it shines in Jesus' face, The brightest image of His grace;

God, in the person of His Son, Has all His mightiest works outdone.

3 The spacious earth and spreading flood Proclaim the wise and powerful God, And Thy rich glories from afar Sparkle in every rolling star.

4 But in His looks a glory stands, The noblest labour of Thine hands; The pleasing lustre of His eyes Outshines the wonders of the skies.

5 Grace! 'tis a sweet, a charming theme; My thoughts rejoice at Jesus' name:

Ye angels dwell upon the sound, Ye heavens reflect it to the ground!

Isaac Watts. 1709

426 Christ's Sufferings and Glory

1 NOW for a tune of lofty praise To great Jehovah's equal Son!

Awake, my voice, in heavenly lays, Tell the loud wonders He hath done!

2 Sing how He left the worlds of light, And the bright robes He wore above;

How swift and joyful was His flight, On wings of everlasting love!

3 Down to this base, this sinful earth, He came to raise our nature high;

He came to atone Almighty wrath;

Jesus, the God, was born to die.

4 Deep in the shades of gloomy death The Almighty Captive prisoner lay; The Almighty Captive left the earth, And rose to everlasting day.

5 Lift up your eyes, ye sons of light, Up to His throne of shining grace!

See what immortal glories sit Round the sweet beauties of His face!

6 Amongst a thousand hearts and songs, Jesus, the God, exalted reigns; His sacred name fills all their tongues, And echoes through the heavenly plains.

Isaac Watts, 1709.

427

Song of Songs

1 COME, let us sing the song of songs, The saints in heaven began the strain, The homage which to Christ belongs:

"Worthy the Lamb, for He was slain!"

2 Slain to redeem us by His blood, To cleanse from every sinful stain, And make us kings and priests to God:

"Worthy the Lamb, for He was slain!"

3 To Him who suffer'd on the tree, Our souls, at His soul's price, to gain, Blessing, and praise, and glory be:

"Worthy the Lamb, for He was slain!"

4 To Him, enthroned by filial right, All power in heaven and earth proclaim, Honour, and majesty, and might:

"Worthy the Lamb, for He was slain!"

5 Long as we live, and when we die, And while in heaven with Him we reign; This song our song of songs shall be:

"Worthy the Lamb, for He was slain."

James Montgomery, 1853.

428 Praise to the Redeemer

1 PLUNGED in a gulf of dark despair We wretched sinners lay, Without one cheerful beam of hope, Or spark of glimmering day.

2 With pitying eyes, the Prince of Grace Beheld our helpless grief;

He saw, and (oh amazing love!) He ran to our relief.

3 Down from the shining seats above With joyful haste He fled, Enter'd the grave in mortal flesh, And dwelt among the dead.

4 He spoil'd the powers of darkness thus, And brake our iron chains;

Jesus hath freed our captive souls From everlasting pains.

5 Oh, for this love let rocks and hills Their lasting silence break, And all harmonious human tongues The Saviour's praises speak.

6 Yes, we will praise Thee, dearest Lord, Our souls are all on flame, Hosanna round the spacious earth To Thine adored name.

7 Angels, assist our mighty joys, Strike all your harps of gold, But when you raise your highest notes, His love can ne'er be told.

Isaac Watts, 1709.

429 The Passion and Exaltation of Christ

1 COME, all harmonious tongues, Your noblest music bring, 'Tis Christ the everlasting God, And Christ the Man we sing.

2 Tell how He took our flesh To take away our guilt, Sing the dear drops of sacred blood That hellish monsters spilt.

3 The waves of swelling grief Did o'er His bosom roll, And mountains of almighty wrath Lay heavy on His soul.

4 Down to the shades of death He bow'd His awful head, Yet He arose to live and reign When death itself is dead.

5 No more the bloody spear, The cross and nails no more, For hell itself shakes at His name, And all the heavens adore.

6 There the Redeemer sits High on the Father's throne, The Father lays His vengeance by, And smiles upon His Son.

7 There His full glories shine With uncreated rays, And bless His saints' and angels' eyes To everlasting days.

Isaac Watts, 1709.

430 The Humiliation and Triumphs of Christ

1 PROCLAIM inimitable love:

Jesus, the Lord of worlds above, Puts off the beams of bright array, And veils the God in mortal clay.

2 He that distributes crowns and thrones, Hangs on a tree, and bleeds and groans: The Prince of Life resigns His breath; The King of Glory bows to death.

3 But see the wonders of His power, He triumphs in His dying hour; And while by Satan's rage He fell, He dash'd the rising hopes of hell.

4 Thus were the hosts of death subdued, And sin was drown'd in Jesus' blood:

Then He arose, and reigns above, And conquers sinners by His love.

Isaac Watts, 1709.

431 Longing to praise Jesus better

1 LORD, when my thoughts with wonder roll O'er the sharp sorrows of Thy soul, And read my Maker's broken laws, Repair'd and honour'd by Thy cross;

2 When I behold death, hell, and sin, Vanquish'd by that dear blood of Thine, And see the Man that groan'd and died, Sit glorious by His Father's side;

3 My passions rise and soar above, I'm wing'd with faith, and fired with love;

Fain would I reach eternal things, And learn the notes that Gabriel sings.

Isaac Watts, 1709.

432 Extol the Son of God

1 THE Son of God! the Lord of Life!

How wondrous are His ways!

Oh for a harp of thousand strings, To sound abroad His praise!

2 How passing strange, to leave the seat Of heaven's eternal throne, And hosts of glittering seraphim, For guilty man alone!

3 And did He bow His sacred head, And die a death of shame?

Let men and angels magnify And bless His holy name!

4 Oh let us live in peace and love, And cast away our pride, And crucify our sins afresh, As He was crucified!

5 He rose again; then let us rise From sin, and Christ adore, And dwell in peace with all mankind, And tempt the Lord no more:

6 The Son of God! the Lord of Life!

How wondrous are His ways!

Oh for a harp of thousand strings, To sound abroad His praise!

George Mogridge, 1851

433 "He is our Peace."

1 DEAREST of all the names above, My Jesus and my God, Who can resist Thy heavenly love, Or trifle with Thy blood!

2 'Tis by the merits of Thy death The Father smiles again;

'Tis by Thine interceding breath The Spirit dwells with men.

3 Till God in human flesh I see, My thoughts no comfort find; The holy, just, and sacred Three Are terrors to my mind.

4 But if Immanuel's face appear, My hope, my joy begins; His name forbids my slavish fear, His grace removes my sins.

5 While Jews on their own law rely, And Greeks of wisdom boast, I love th' incarnate mystery, And there I fix my trust.

Isaac Watts, 1709.

434 "He is become my Salvation."

1 I WILL praise Thee every day!

Now Thine anger's turn'd away, Comfortable thoughts arise From the bleeding sacrifice.

2 Here, in the fair gospel-field, Wells of free salvation yield Streams of life a plenteous store, And my soul shall thirst no more.

3 Jesus is become at length, My salvation and my strength; And His praises shall prolong, While I live, my pleasant song.

4 Praise ye then His glorious name, Publish His exalted fame, Still His worth your praise exceeds:

Excellent are all His deeds.

5 Raise again the joyful sound, Let the nations roll it round!

Zion shout, for this is He, God the Saviour dwells in thee.

William Cowper, 1779.

435 Blessed be His Name

1 I BLESS the Christ of God;

I rest on love divine; And with unfaltering lip and heart, I call this Saviour mine.

2 His cross dispels each doubt;

I bury in His tomb Each thought of unbelief and fear, Each lingering shade of gloom.

3 I praise the God of grace;

I trust His truth and might;

He calls me His, I call Him mine, My God. my joy. my light.

4 In Him is only good, In me is only ill; My ill but draws His goodness forth, And me He loveth still.

5 'Tis He who saveth me, And freely pardon gives;

I love because He loveth me, I live because He lives.

6 My life with Him is hid, My death has pass'd away, My clouds have melted into light, My midnight into day.

Horatius Bonar, 1863,

436 Infinitely excellent

1 INFINITE excellence is Thine, Thou lovely Prince of Grace!

Thy uncreated beauties shine With never-fading rays.

2 Sinners from earth's remotest end, Come bending at Thy feet: To Thee their prayers and vows ascend, In Thee their wishes meet.

3 Thy name, as precious ointment shed, Delights the church around;

Sweetly the sacred odours spread, Through all immanuel's ground.

4 Millions of happy spirits live On Thy exhaustless store; From Thee they all their bliss receive, And still Thou givest more.

5 Thou art their triumph and their joy:

They find their all in Thee;

Thy glories will their tongues employ Through all eternity.

John Fawcett, 1782.

437 Blessed be His Name

1 BRETHREN, let us join to bless Christ our Peace and Righteousness;

Let our praise to Him be given, High at God's right hand in heaven.

2 Son of God, to Thee we bow, Thou art Lord, and only Thou;

Thou the woman's promised seed;

Thou, who didst for sinners bleed.

3 Thee the angels ceaseless sing, Thee we praise, our Priest and King;

Worthy is Thy name of praise, Full of glory, full of grace.

4 Thou hast the glad tidings brought, Of salvation fully wrought;

Wrought, O Lord, alone by Thee, Wrought, to set Thy people free.

5 Thee, our Lord, would we adore, Serve and follow more and more;

Praise and bless Thy matchless love, Till we join Thy saints above.

John Cennick, 1742, a.

438 I will sing of my Beloved

1 OH, could I speak the matchless worth, Oh, could I sound the glories forth Which in my Saviour shine!

I'd soar and touch the heavenly strings, And vie with Gabriel while he sings In notes almost divine.

2 I'd sing the precious blood He spilt, My ransom from the dreadful guilt Of sin, and wrath divine;

I'd sing His glorious righteousness. In which all perfect, heavenly dress My soul shall ever shine.

3 I'd sing the character He bears, And all the forms of love He wears, Exalted on His throne; In loftiest songs of sweetest praise, I would to everlasting days Make all His glories known.

4 Well, the delightful day will come When my dear Lord will bring me home, And I shall see His face;

Then with my Saviour, Brother, Friend, A blest eternity I'll spend, Triumphant in His grace.

Samuel Medley, 1789.

439 Jesus' Love

1 SWEET the theme of Jesus' love!

Sweet the theme all themes above;

Love unmerited and free. Our triumphant song shall be.

2 Love, so vast that nought can bound;

Love, too deep for thought to sound;

Love, which made the Lord of all Drink the wormwood and the gall.

3 Love, which led Him to the cross, Bearing there unutter'd loss;

Love, which brought Him to the gloom Of the cold and darksome tomb.

4 Love which made Him hence arise Far above the starry skies, There with tender, loving care, All His people's griefs to share.

5 Love, which will not let Him rest Till His chosen all are blest;

Till they all for whom He died Live rejoicing by His side.

Albert Midlane, 1864, a.

440

Redeeming love.

1 NOW begin the heavenly theme, Sing aloud in Jesus' name!

Ye, who His salvation prove, Triumph in redeeming love.

2 Ye, who see the Father's grace Beaming in the Saviour's face, As to Canaan on ye move, Praise and bless redeeming love.

3 Mourning souls, dry up your tears, Banish all your guilty fears;

See your guilt and curse remove, Cancell'd by redeeming love.

4 Ye, alas! who long have been Willing slaves to death and sin, Now from bliss no longer rove;

Stop and taste redeeming love.

5 Welcome all by sin oppressed, Welcome to His sacred rest, Nothing brought Him from above, Nothing but redeeming love.

6 When His Spirit leads us home, When we to His glory come, We shall all the fulness prove Of our Lord's redeeming love.

7 He subdued the infernal powers, His tremendous foes and ours, From their cursed empire drove, Mighty in redeeming love.

8 Hither then your music bring.

Strike aloud each cheerful string:

Mortals, join the host above, Join to praise redeeming love.

Madan's Collection, 1763.

441 "Thou art Worthy!"

1 SHALL hymns of grateful love Through heaven's high arches ring, And all the hosts above, Their songs of triumph sing? And shall not we take up the strain, And send the echo back again?

2 Shall every ransom'd tribe Of Adam's scatter'd race To Christ all power ascribe, Who saved them by His grace? And shall not we take up the strain, And send the echo back again?

3 Shall they adore the Lord Who bought them by His blood, And all the love record That led them home to God? And shall not we take up the strain, And send the echo back again?

4 Ob, spread the joyful sound! The Saviour's love proclaim, And publish all around Salvation, through His name;

Till the whole earth take up the strain, And send the echo back again!

James J. Cummins, 1849.

442 Glory to the Lamb

1 COME, saints, and adore Him, come bow at His feet;

Come, give Him the glory, the praise that is meet;

Let joyful hosannas unceasing arise, And join the full chorus that gladdens the

2 To the Lamb that was slain all honour be paid, Let crowns without number encircle His head;

Let blessing, and glory, and riches, and might, Be ascribed evermore by angels of light.

Come, saints, and adore Him, &c.

Maria de Fleury, 1791

443

Hosanna.

THY triumphs, Redeemer of men, we proclaim, Be boundless Thine empire, eternal Thy name;

We'll praise Thee on earth, and in glory again, Sing loud hallelujahs, for ever, Amen.

Richard Cope, 1813.

444

Hosanna

1 HOSANNA to the King, That for our guilt was slain, Let every soul its tribute bring, And swell th' exulting strain.

2 Hosanna to the King Who sitting high in heaven, Bids sinners lost and wandering, Return and be forgiven.

3 Hosanna to the King Who ever lives and reigns:

Let heaven and earth His praises sing, In loud and lofty strains.

Thomas Hastings, 1850.