3 He came, our trembling souls to save From sin, from sorrow, and the grave, And chase our fears away; Victorious over death and time, To lead us to a happier clime, Where reigns eternal day. 640 P. M. To him be glory. Rejoice, O earth! the Lord is King! To him your humble tribute bring; Let Jacob rise, and Zion sing, And all the world with praises ring, And give to Jesus glory! 2 O may the saints of every name Unite to serve the bleeding Lamb! May jars and discords cease to flame, And all the Saviour’s love proclaim, And give to Jesus glory! 3 We long to see the Christians join In union sweet and love divine, And glory through the churches shine, And Gentiles crowding to the sign, To give to Jesus glory! 4 O may the distant lands rejoice, And sinners hear the Bridegroom’s voice, While praise their happy tongues employs, And all obtain immortal joys, And give to Jesus glory! 5 Then tears shall all be wiped away, And Christians never go astray; When we are freed from cumbrous clay, We’ll praise the Lord in endless day, And give to Jesus glory. 641 C. M. My sheep—follow me. John 10:27. To thee, my Shepherd and my Lord, A grateful song I’ll raise; O let the humblest of thy flock Attempt to speak thy praise. 2 My life, my joy, my hope, I owe To thine amazing love; Ten thousand thousand comforts here, And nobler bliss above. 3 To thee my trembling spirit flies, With sin and grief oppressed; Thy gentle voice dispels my fears, And lulls my cares to rest. 4 Lead on, dear Shepherd!—led by thee, No evil shall I fear; Soon shall I reach thy fold above, And praise thee better there. 642 P. M. Worthy is the Lamb that was slain. Rev. 5:12. Rise, tune thy voice to sacred song, Exert thy noblest powers; Rise, mingle with the choral throng, The Saviour’s praises to prolong, Amid life’s fleeting hours. 2 O! hast thou felt the Saviour’s love, That flame of heavenly birth! Then let thy strains melodious prove, With raptures soaring far above The trifling toys of earth. 3 Hast found the pearl of price unknown That cost a Saviour’s blood? Heir of a bright celestial crown, That sparkles near the eternal throne; O sing the praise of God! 4 Sing of the Lamb that once was slain That man might be forgiven; Sing how he broke death’s bars in twain, Ascending high in bliss to reign, The God of earth and heaven. 643 C. M. The Saviour died for me.