Anon.

297 Webb. 7s & 6s, D.

Praise to the Savior. (622)

To thee, my God and Savior! 
  My heart exulting sings,
Rejoicing in thy favor,
  Almighty King of kings! 
I’ll celebrate thy glory,
  With all thy saints above,
And tell the joyful story
  Of thy redeeming love.

2 Soon as the morn with roses
  Bedecks the dewy east,
And when the sun reposes
  Upon the ocean’s breast;
My voice, in supplication,
  Well-pleased thou shalt hear: 
Oh! grant me thy salvation,
  And to my soul draw near.

3 By thee, through life supported,
  I pass the dangerous road,
With heavenly hosts escorted,
  Up to their bright abode;
There, cast my crown before thee.—­
  Now, all my conflicts o’er,—­
And day and night adore thee:—­
  What can an angel more?

     Thomas Haweis, 1792.

298 Heavenly King. 7s.  D.

Rejoicing on the Way. (612)

Children of the heavenly King,
As we journey let us sing;
Sing our Savior’s worthy praise,
Glorious in his works and ways. 
We are trav’ling home to God,
In the way our fathers trod;
They are happy now, and we
Soon their happiness shall see.

2 Fear not, brethren; joyful stand
On the borders of our land;
Jesus Christ, our Father’s Son,
Bids us undismayed go on. 
Lord! obediently we’ll go,
Gladly leaving all below: 
Only thou our Leader be,
And we still will follow thee.

     John Cennick, 1742.

299 Atoning Lamb. 7s.

Delight in Christ. (575)

Earth has nothing sweet or fair,
Lovely forms or beauties rare,
But before my eyes they bring
Christ, of beauty Source and Spring.

2 When the morning paints the skies,
When the golden sunbeams rise,
Then my Savior’s form I find
Brightly imaged on my mind.

3 When the day-beams pierce the night, Oft I think on Jesus’ light,—­ Think,—­how bright that light will be, Shining through eternity.

4 When, as moonlight softly steals,
Heaven its thousand eyes reveals,
Then I think;—­who made their light
Is a thousand times more bright.

5 When I see, in spring-tide gay,
Fields their varied tints display,
Wakes the thrilling thought in me,
What must their Creator be?

6 Lord of all that’s fair to see! 
Come, reveal thyself to me;
Let me, ’mid thy radiant light,
See thine unveiled glories bright.

     Ger.  Johann Scheffler, 1657. 
     Tr.  Frances Elizabeth Cox, 1841.

300 Luther.  S.M.

The Song of the Seraphs. (349)

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.