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HYMNS ON THE JUBILEE YEAR OF THE CHURCH MISSIONARY SOCIETY.
I. REV. V. 13.
Lord Jesus, unto whom is given
All power on earth, all power in heaven—
O Lord, to Thine eternal praise
Our song of Jubilee we raise!
All power on earth, all power in heaven—
O Lord, to Thine eternal praise
Our song of Jubilee we raise!
Thy hand has o'er our fallen world
The banner of Thy love unfurl'd;
To us reproach and shame belongs—
To Thee alone these rapturous songs.
The banner of Thy love unfurl'd;
To us reproach and shame belongs—
To Thee alone these rapturous songs.
Thanksgivings, with our prayers, arise,
And reach Thy throne beyond the skies;
To Thee our praise for victories past,
In Thee our trust to win at last.
And reach Thy throne beyond the skies;
To Thee our praise for victories past,
In Thee our trust to win at last.
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Dark storms are louring far and near,
Men's hearts are failing them for fear;
Our songs shall pierce the stormy sky,
For our redemption draweth nigh.
Men's hearts are failing them for fear;
Our songs shall pierce the stormy sky,
For our redemption draweth nigh.
Then blessing, glory, power, and fame,
Be unto God and to the Lamb,
Till in full presence of our King
Our next great Jubilee we sing!
Be unto God and to the Lamb,
Till in full presence of our King
Our next great Jubilee we sing!
II. PSALM CXV. 1.
Christians, dear brethren, lift your voice!
Rejoice!—in Jesu's name rejoice!
Thee, Lord, we praise, and only Thee,
At this our Gospel Jubilee.
Rejoice!—in Jesu's name rejoice!
Thee, Lord, we praise, and only Thee,
At this our Gospel Jubilee.
Ten thousand thousand ransom'd tongues
Proclaim with us these holy songs,
And swell, from every land and sea,
The choir of our great Jubilee.
Proclaim with us these holy songs,
And swell, from every land and sea,
The choir of our great Jubilee.
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Dear brethren, now in Jesus one,
From Greenland's snows to India's sun,
To Him whose blood hath made us free
Sing one triumphant Jubilee.
From Greenland's snows to India's sun,
To Him whose blood hath made us free
Sing one triumphant Jubilee.
Thine, Lord, the praise and triumph high—
Ours be the humbled, tearful eye;
For suppliant sinners bend the knee
At this our solemn Jubilee.
Ours be the humbled, tearful eye;
For suppliant sinners bend the knee
At this our solemn Jubilee.
Sing we, to Christ be glory given!
Our song is echoed back from heaven,
And they who labour'd once as we
Hymn with us our high Jubilee.
Our song is echoed back from heaven,
And they who labour'd once as we
Hymn with us our high Jubilee.
Soon shall we join those bands of love
Who throng Thy glorious courts above,
And sing, on golden harps, to Thee
Eternal strains of Jubilee!
Who throng Thy glorious courts above,
And sing, on golden harps, to Thee
Eternal strains of Jubilee!
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