665 11s. He hath put a new song in my mouth. Psalm 40:3. O Jesus, the giver of all we enjoy! Our lives to thy honor we wish to employ; With praises unceasing we’ll sing of thy name! Thy goodness increasing, thy love we’ll proclaim. 2 The wonderful name of our Jesus we’ll sing, And publish the fame of our Captain and King, With sweet exultation his goodness we prove; His name is salvation—his nature is Love. 3 And when to the regions of glory we rise, And join the bright legions that shout through the skies, We’ll tell the glad story of Jesus’ kind grace, And give him the glory, and honor, and praise. 4 In this blest employment our spirits shall rest, In sweetest enjoyment on Jesus’ own breast; We’ll drink of the streams of Immanuel’s love, And bask in the beams of his glory above. 666 11s. Worthy is the Lamb. Rev. 5:12. Come, saints, let us join in the praise of the Lamb, The theme most sublime of the angels above; They dwell with delight on the sound of his name, And gaze on his glories with wonder and love. 2 They worship the Lamb who for sinners was slain; But their loftiest songs never equal his love: The claims of his mercy will ever remain, Transcending the anthems in glory above. 3 Yet even our service he will not despise, When we join in his worship and tell of his name; Then let us unite in the song of the skies, And, trusting his mercy, sing, “Worthy the Lamb.” 667 6s & 4s. Let us awake our joys. Let us awake our joys; Strike up with cheerful voice, Each creature sing: Angels, begin the song; Mortals, the strain prolong, In accents sweet and strong, “Jesus is King.” 2 Proclaim abroad his name; Tell of his matchless fame! What wonders done; Above, beneath, around, Let all the earth resound, ’Till heaven’s high arch rebound, “Victory is won.” 3 He vanquished sin and hell, And our last foe will quell; Mourners, rejoice; His dying love adore; Praise him now raised in power; Praise him for evermore, With joyful voice. 4 All hail the glorious day, When through the heavenly way, Lo! he shall come, While they who pierced him, wail; His promise shall not fail; Saints, see your King prevail: Great Saviour, come. 668 6s & 4s. Rev. 5:12, 13. Glory to God on high! Let heaven and earth reply; Praise ye his name; His love and grace adore, Who all our sorrows bore, And sing for evermore, “Worthy the Lamb.”