Thou of life the Fountain art,
Freely me let take of Thee;
Spring Thou up within my heart,

Rise to all eternity!

Charles Wesley [1707-1788]

"A CHARGE TO KEEP I HAVE"

A CHARGE to keep I have,
A God to glorify,

A never-dying soul to save,
And fit it for the sky.

From youth to hoary age,

My calling to fulfil,

Oh, may it all my powers engage

To do my Master's will!

Arm me with jealous care
As in Thy sight to live;

And oh, Thy servant, Lord, prepare

A strict account to give!

Help me to watch and pray,
And on Thyself rely,
Assured, if I my trust betray,

I shall forever die.

Charles Wesley [1707-1788]

CORONATION

ALL hail the power of Jesus' name!

Let angels prostrate fall;

Bring forth the royal diadem,

To crown Him Lord of all!

Let high-born seraphs tune the lyre,

And, as they tune it, fall

Before His face who tunes their choir,

And crown Him Lord of all!

"Holy, Holy, Holy"

Crown Him, ye morning stars of light,
Who fixed this floating ball;

Now hail the Strength of Israel's might,

And crown Him Lord of all!

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!

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!

Hail Him, ye heirs of David's line,
Whom David Lord did call,
The God incarnate, Man divine,
And crown Him Lord of all!

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!

Let every tribe and every tongue
That bound creation's call,
Now shout, in universal song,

The Crownèd Lord of all!

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Edward Perronet [1721-1792]

"HOLY, HOLY, HOLY"

HOLY, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty!

Early in the morning our songs shall rise to Thee;

Holy, holy, holy! merciful and mighty!

God in Three Persons, Blessed Trinity!

Holy, holy, holy! all the saints adore Thee,

Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea,

Cherubim and seraphim falling down before Thee,

Who wert, and art, and evermore shalt be!

Holy, holy, holy! though the darkness hide Thee,

Though the eye of sinful man Thy glory may not see, Only Thou art holy, there is none beside Thee,

Perfect in power, in love, and purity!

Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty!

All Thy works shall praise Thy name in earth and sky

and sea;

Holy, holy, holy! merciful and mighty!

God in Three Persons, Blessed Trinity!

Reginald Heber [1783-1826]

"THE SON OF GOD GOES FORTH TO WAR"

THE Son of God goes forth to war,

A kingly crown to gain;

His blood-red banner streams afar!
Who follows in His train?

Who best can drink his cup of woe,
Triumphant over pain,

Who patient bears his cross below,
He follows in His train!

Thy martyr first, whose eagle eye
Could pierce beyond the grave;
Who saw his Master in the sky,
And called on Him to save:

Like Him, with pardon on his tongue,

In midst of mortal pain,

He prayed for them that did the wrong!

Who follows in His train?

A glorious band, the chosen few,

On whom the Spirit came;

Twelve valiant saints, their hope they knew,

And mocked the cross and flame!

They met the tyrant's brandished steel

The lion's gory mane:

They bowed their necks, the death to feel!
Who follows in their train?

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A noble army-men and boys,
The matron and the maid,-

Around the Saviour's throne rejoice
In robes of light arrayed.

They climbed the steep ascent of Heaven,

Through peril, toil, and pain!

O God! to us may grace be given

To follow in their train!

Reginald Heber [1783-1826]

"FROM GREENLAND'S ICY MOUNTAINS"

FROM Greenland's icy mountains,

From India's coral strand;

Where Afric's sunny fountains

Roll down their golden sand:
From many an ancient river,
From many a palmy plain,
They call us to deliver

Their land from error's chain.

What though the spicy breezes
Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle;
Though every prospect pleases,
And only man is vile:

In vain with lavish kindness

The gifts of God are strown;
The heathen, in his blindness,
Bows down to wood and stone.

Can we, whose souls are lighted
With wisdom from on high-
Can we, to men benighted,
The lamp of life deny?
Salvation! oh, salvation!

The joyful sound proclaim;
Till each remotest nation

Has learnt Messiah's Name.

Waft, waft, ye winds, His story,

And you, ye waters, roll,
Till, like a sea of glory,

It spreads from pole to pole;
Till o'er our ransomed nature,
The Lamb for sinners slain,
Redeemer, King, Creator,

In bliss returns to reign.

Reginald Heber [1783-1826]

LIGHT SHINING OUT OF DARKNESS

GOD moves in a mysterious way,
His wonders to perform;

He plants His footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.

Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never-failing skill

He treasures up His bright designs,
And works His sovereign will.

Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.

Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust Him for His grace;
Behind a frowning Providence
He hides a smiling face.

His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;

The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.

Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan His work in vain;
God is His own interpreter,

And He will make it plain.

William Cowper [1731-1800]