To our Redeemer’s glorious name Awake the sacred song; O may his love (immortal flame!) Tune every heart and tongue. 2 His love, what mortal thought can reach! What mortal tongue display! Imagination’s utmost stretch In wonder dies away. 3 He left his radiant throne on high, Left the bright realms of bliss, And came to earth to bleed and die! Was ever love like this? 4 Blest Lord, while we adoring pay Our humble thanks to thee, May every heart with rapture say, “The Saviour died for me!” 5 O may the sweet, the blissful theme Fill every heart and tongue, Till strangers love thy charming name, And join the sacred song. 644 C. M. Tender mercies. Almighty Father! gracious Lord! Kind Guardian of my days! Thy mercies let my heart record In songs of grateful praise. 2 In life’s first dawn, my tender frame Was thine indulgent care, Long ere I could pronounce thy name, Or breathe the infant prayer. 3 Each rolling year new favors brought From thine exhaustless store; But, ah! in vain my laboring thought Would count thy mercies o’er. 4 Still I adore thee, gracious Lord! For favors more divine— That I have known thy sacred word. Where all thy glories shine. 5 Lord, when this mortal frame decays, And every weakness dies, Complete the wonders of thy grace, And raise me to the skies. 645 C. M. I will bless thy name for ever and ever. Psalm 145:1. Long as I live I’ll praise thy name, My King, my God of love; My work and joy shall be the same In the bright world above. 2 Great is the Lord, his power unknown, And let his praise be great: I’ll sing the honors of thy throne, Thy work of grace repeat. 3 Thy grace shall dwell upon my tongue; And while my lips rejoice, The men that hear my sacred song, Shall join their cheerful voice. 4 Fathers to sons shall teach thy name, And children learn thy ways; Ages to come thy truth proclaim, And nations sound thy praise. 5 Thy glorious deeds of ancient date Shall through the world be known— Thy arm of power, thy heavenly state With public splendor shown. 6 The world is managed by thy hands, Thy saints are ruled by love; And thy eternal kingdom stands, Though rocks and hills remove. 646 C. M. Unto him that loved us. Rev. 1:5. To him that loved the sons of men And washed us in his blood, To royal honors raised our heads, And made us priests to God: 2 To him let every tongue be praise, And every heart be love; All grateful honors paid on earth, And nobler songs above.