7 Thy fulness, Son of God, 8 It was thy need of me That brought thee from above; It is my need of thee, O Lord, That draws me to thy love. 141. ADORATION IN HEAVEN AND EARTH. C. M. 1 We sing to thee, thou Son of God, We praise thee, Son of man, whose blood 2 Thee we acknowledge God and Lord, 3 To thee all angels cry aloud, Through heaven's extended coasts:Hail! holy, holy, holy Lord Of glory and of hosts. 4 The cherubim and seraphim Incessant sing to thee; The worlds and all the powers therein 5 The prophets' goodly fellowship, In radiant garments dressed, Praise thee, thou Son of God, and reap 6 The apostles' glorious company Thy righteous praise proclaim: Thine everlasting name. 7 Through all the world, thy churches join To call on thee, their Head; Brightness of majesty divine, Who every power hast made. 8 Among their number, Lord, we love Reign here, and in the worlds above, 142. 8.6.8.6. "THAT EVERY KNEE SHOULD BOW." 8.8. Haydn's, No. 2-Lexden. 1 Thou art the everlasting Word, The Father's only Son; God, manifestly seen and heard, Worthy, O Lamb of God, art thou, Of the full Deity possessed; Eternally divine, Worthy, O Lamb of God, art thou, That every knee to thee should bow. 3 True image of the Infinite, Whose essence is concealed; Worthy, O Lamb of God, art thou, Worthy, O Lamb of God, art thou, That every knee to thee should bow. 5 Yet, loving thee, on whom his love Ineffable doth rest, Thy glorious worshippers above, As one with thee, are blest. Worthy, O Lamb of God, art thou, That every knee to thee should bow. 6 Throughout the universe of bliss, The centre thou, and sun, The eternal theme of praise is this, To Heaven's beloved One:Worthy, O Lamb of God, art thou, That every knee to thee should bow. 143. CHRIST HIGHLY EXALTED. C. M. Warwick-St. Magnus-Halifax or Abingdon. 10 the delights, the heavenly joys, Where Jesus sheds the brightest beams 2 Sweet majesty and awful love 3 Princes to his imperial name Bend their bright sceptres down; 4 Archangels sound his lofty praise 5 Those soft, those blessed feet of his, High on a throne of light they stand, 6 His head, the dear majestic head, 7 This is the Man, the exalted Man, But when our eyes behold his face, 144. JESUS. 1 Jesus, the very thought of thee C.M. 2 Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame, Nor can the memory find, A sweeter sound than thy blest name, 3 O hope of every contrite heart, O joy of all the meek, To those who fall, how kind thou art! 4 But what to those who find? ah! this |