3 Crown him, the Lord of love! 
  Behold his hands and side,
Rich wounds, yet visible above
  In beauty glorified.

4 Crown him, the Lord of peace! 
  Whose power a scepter sways,
From pole to pole, that wars may cease,
  Absorbed in prayer and praise.

5 Crown him, the Lord of years! 
  The Potentate of time;
Creator of the rolling spheres,
  Ineffably sublime!

     Matthew Bridges, 1852.

301 Luther.  S.M.

The Song of Moses and the Lamb. (350)

Awake, and sing the song
  Of Moses and the Lamb;
Wake, every heart, and every tongue! 
  To praise the Savior’s name.

2 Sing of his dying love;
  Sing of his rising power;
Sing how he intercedes above
  For those whose sins he bore.

3 Sing on your heavenly way,
  Ye ransomed sinners! sing;
Sing on, rejoicing, every day,
  In Christ, th’ eternal King.

4 Soon shall ye hear him say,
  “Ye blessed children! come;”
Soon will he call you hence away,
  And take his wanderers home.

     William Hammond, 1745. 
     Altered by Martin Madan, 1760.

302 Greenwood.  S.M.

Living to God. (562)

Bless’d be thy love, dear Lord! 
  That taught us this sweet way,
Only to love thee for thyself,
  And for that love obey.

2 Oh, thou, our soul’s chief Hope! 
  We to thy mercy fly;
Where’er we are, thou canst protect,
  Whate’er we need, supply.

3 Whether we sleep or wake,
  To thee we both resign;
By night we see, as well as day,
  If thy light on us shine.

4 Whether we live or die,
  Both we submit to thee;
In death we live, as well as life,
  If thine in death we be.

     John Austin, 1668.

303 Ariel.  C.P.M.

Christ’s Character Appreciated. (623)

Oh, could I speak the matchless worth,
Oh! could I sound the glories forth,
  Which in my Savior shine! 
I’d soar and touch the heav’nly 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 heav’nly dress
  My soul shall ever shine.

3 I’d sing the characters 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 he, dear Lord! will bring me home,
  And I shall see his face: 
There, with my Savior, brother, friend,
A blessed eternity I’ll spend,
  Triumphant in his grace.

     Samuel Medley, 1789.

304 Federal Street.  L.M.