3 Christ is my peace; he died for me, For me he gave his blood; And, as my wondrous Sacrifice, Offered himself to God. 4 Christ Jesus is my All in All,-- My Comfort, and my Love; My Life below, and he shall be My Joy and Crown above. John Mason, 1683. _a._ 288 Ortonville. C.M. _Invitation to Praise the Redeemer._ (588) Oh, for a thousand tongues, to sing My great Redeemer's praise, The glories of my God and King The triumphs of his grace. 2 My gracious Master, and my God, Assist me to proclaim-- To spread, through all the earth abroad, The honors of thy name. 3 Jesus! the name that charms our fears, That bids our sorrows cease; 'Tis music in the sinner's ears, 'Tis life, and health, and peace. 4 He breaks the power of canceled sin, He sets the pris'ner free: His blood can make the foulest clean-- His blood availed for me. 5 He speaks--and, list'ning to his voice New life the dead receive; The mournful, broken hearts rejoice, The humble poor believe. 6 Hear him, ye deaf; his praise, ye dumb, Your loosened tongues employ; Ye blind, behold your Savior come; And leap, ye lame, for joy. Charles Wesley, 1740. 289 Henry. C.M. _Praise to Christ._ (596) Come, let us all unite to praise The Savior of mankind; Our thankful hearts in solemn lays Be with our voices joined. 2 O Lord! we cannot silent be; By love we are constrained To offer our best thanks to thee, Our Savior, and our Friend. 3 Let every tongue thy goodness show, And spread abroad thy fame; Let every heart with praise o'erflow, And bless thy sacred name. 4 Worship and honor, thanks and love, Be to our Jesus given, By men below, by hosts above, By all in earth and heaven. Martin Madan (?), 1760. 290 Cambridge. C.M. _The Incarnation._ (206) Awake, awake, the sacred song, To our incarnate Lord; Let every heart and every tongue Adore th' eternal Word. 2 That awful Word, that sovereign Power, By whom the worlds were made; Oh, happy morn--illustrious hour-- Was once in flesh arrayed. 3 To dwell with misery here below, The Savior left the skies, And sunk to wretchedness and woe, That worthless man might rise. 4 Adoring angels tuned their songs, To hail the joyful day; With rapture, then, let human tongues Their grateful worship pay. Anne Steele, 1760 291 St. Agnes. C.M. _Jesus Our Joy._ (548) Jesus, the very tho't of thee With sweetness fills my breast; But sweeter far thy face to see, And in thy presence rest. 2 Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame, Nor can the mem'ry find A sweeter sound than thy blest name, O Savior of mankind! 3 Oh, hope of ev'ry contrite heart! Oh, joy of all the meek! To those who fall, how kind thou art! How good to those who seek. 4 And those who find thee, find a bliss Nor tongue nor pen can show; The love of Jesus, what it is None but his loved ones know.