All Thy glories we confess,
Infinite and numberless!
Holy Spirit, Thee we own;
Thee, O Christ, the only Son!
Lamb of God for sinners slain,
Saviour of offending men.
Praise the Name of God Most High,
Praise Him, all below the sky;
Praise Him, all ye heavenly host,
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost! Amen.
Saviour, who from sin hast freed me,
In life's barren desert feed me,
Through death's darksome valley lead me,
Homeward to my Father's hall.
Hear, Creator, good and great!
Hear us, Saviour, mild and sweet!
Hear us, Holy Paraclete!
God Triune; my God, mine All!
Rejected and despised of men,
Behold a Man of woe!
Grief was His close companion still
Through all His life below.
Yet all the griefs He felt were ours,
Ours were the woes He bore:
Pangs not His own His spotless soul
With bitter anguish tore.
Glory to God the Father, Son,
And Holy Ghost on high,
As was of old, is now, shall be
Through all eternity. Amen.
Now my soul, thy voice upraising,
Sing the Cross in mournful strain :
Tell the sorrows all amazing,
Tell the wounds, the dying pain,
Which our Saviour
Sinless bore, for sinners slain.
He, the cruel scourge enduring,
Ransom for our sins to pay,
By His stripes transgressors curing,
Raising those who wounded lay,
Bore our sorrows,
And removed our pains away.
He to freedom hath restored us
By the very bonds He bare;
His nail-pierced limbs afford us
Each a stream of mercy rare;
Nailed he draws us
To the Cross, and keeps us there.
When His painful life was ended,
From that fount, His wounded side,
Blood and water straight descended,
Each a sacramental tide;
One to cleanse us,
One to feed our souls, applied.
Jesu! may Thy promised blessing
Comfort to our souls afford;
May we, now Thy love possessing,
And at length our full reward,
Ever praise Thee,
Thee, our ever glorious Lord! Amen.
When I survey the wondrous Cross
On which the Prince of Glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.
Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast
Save in the death of Christ my God;
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.
See from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down,
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small,
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
Hail, Thou once despised Jesus,
Hail, Thou Galilean King,
Thou didst suffer to release us;
Thou didst free salvation bring.
Paschal Lamb, by God appointed,
All our sins on Thee were laid;
By Almighty love anointed,
Thou hast full atonement made.
All Thy people are forgiven,
Through the virtue of Thy blood;
Opened is the gate of heaven:
Peace is made 'twixt man and God.
Worship, honour, power, and blessing,
Thou art worthy to receive,
Loudest praises, without ceasing,
Meet it is for us to give.
'Tis for conquering kings to gain
Glory o'er their myriads slain;
Jesu, Thy more glorious strife
Hath restored a world to life.
Gladly will we for Thy Name
Bear the Cross, endure the shame;
Joyfully for Thee to die,
Is not death, but victory.
Glory to the Heavenly King,
Glory all ye angels sing,
Glory to the Father, Son,
And blest Spirit, Three in One. Amen.
Come, let us join our cheerful songs,
With angels round the throne,
Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, But all their joys are one.
"Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry, "To be exalted thus;"
Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply,
"For He was slain for us."
Jesus is worthy to receive
Honour and power divine;
And blessings more than we can give
Be, Lord, for ever Thine.
The whole creation join in one,
To bless the sacred name
Of Him that sits upon the throne,
And to adore the Lamb.
A royal diadem adorns
The mighty Victor's brow;
The head that once was crowned with thorns,
Is crowned with glory now.
To Him the Name o'er every name,
That's known in earth or heaven,
To us the Cross, with all its shame,
With all its grace, is given.
Glory, honour, praise and power
Be unto the Lamb for ever;
Jesus Christ is our Redeemer,
Alleluia, praise the Lord.
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