3 Alleluia! Bread of Heaven,
Thou on earth our Food, our Stay!
Alleluia! here the sinful
Flee to Thee from day to day:*
Intercessor, Friend of sinners,
Earth's Redeemer, plead for me,
Where the songs of all the sinless
Sweep across the crystal sea.
4 Alleluia! King eternal,
Thee the Lord of lords we own; Alleluia! born of Mary,
Earth Thy footstool, heaven Thy throne: Thou within the veil hast entered,
Robed in flesh, our great High-Priest; Thou on earth both Priest and Victim In the Eucharistic feast.
5 Alleluia! sing to Jesus!
His the sceptre, His the throne; Alleluia! His the triumph,
His the victory alone;
Hark! the songs of holy Sion
Thunder like a mighty flood;
Jesus out of every nation
Hath redeemed us by His blood.
Wake every heart and every tongue
To praise the Saviour's Name.
2 Sing of His dying love!
Sing of His rising power!
Sing how He intercedes above
For those whose sins He bore!
3 Sing on your heavenly way!
Ye ransomed sinners, sing!
Sing on, rejoicing every day
In Christ, the eternal King!
4 Soon shall ye hear Him say,
"Ye blessed children, come: 99
Soon will He call you hence away,
And take His wanderers home.
5 There shall our raptured tongue
His endless praise proclaim,
And sweeter voices swell the song
Of glory to the Lamb.
RIUMPHANT Lord, Thy work is done,
Thy toil is o'er, Thy victory won:
Oh, aid Thy servants in the strife;
Help us to win the crown of life!
2 Presenting Thine own sacrifice,
Our prayers like incense round Thee rise;
For Thou art Priest forever," Thou
Art interceding for us now.
3 Oh, by Thy spotless, wondrous birth,
And by Thy bitter death on earth,
And by Thy rising from the grave,
Ascended Lord, Thy people save!
4"Thou art the King of Glory," Thine
All honor, praise, and power divine;
One with the Father now confest,
And with the Spirit ever blest.
CHRIST, above all glory seated!
King eternal, strong to save!
Dying, Thou hast death defeated,
Buried, Thou hast spoiled the grave.
2 Thou art gone, where now is given
What no mortal might could gain,
On the eternal throne of heaven
In Thy Father's power to reign.
3 There Thy kingdoms all adore Thee,
Heaven above and earth below;
While the depths of hell before Thee
Trembling and defeated bow.
4 We, O Lord, with hearts adoring,
Follow Thee above the sky;
Hear our prayers, Thy grace imploring,
Lift our souls to Thee on high;
5 So, when Thou again in glory
On the clouds of heaven shalt shine,
We Thy flock may stand before Thee,
Owned for evermore as Thine.
6 Hail! all hail! In Thee confiding,
Jesu, Thee shall all adore,
In Thy Father's might abiding
With one Spirit evermore!
HE Head, that once was crowned with
Is crowned with glory now;
A royal diadem adorns
The mighty Victor's brow.
2 The highest place that heaven affords
Is His, is His by right,
The King of kings, and Lord of lords,
And heaven's eternal Light.
3 The joy of all who dwell above;
The joy of all below,
To whom He manifests His love
And grants His Name to know.
4 To them the cross with all its shame,
With all its grace is given;
Their name, an everlasting name,
Their joy, the joy of heaven.
5 They suffer with their Lord below,
They reign with Him above,
Their profit and their joy to know
The mystery of His love.
6 The cross He bore is life and health,
Though shame and death to Him:
His people's hope, His people's wealth,
Their everlasting theme.
THOU art gone up on high
To mansions in the skies;
And round Thy throne unceasingly
The songs of praise arise:
But we are lingering here,
With sin and care opprest;
Lord, send Thy promised Comforter,
And lead us to Thy rest.
2 Thou art gone up on high;
But Thou didst first come down,
Through earth's most bitter agony,
To pass unto Thy crown;
And girt with griefs and fears
Our onward course must be;
But only let that path of tears
Lead us at last to Thee.
3 Thou art gone up on high;
But Thou shalt come again,
With all the bright ones of the sky
Attendant in Thy train.
Lord, by Thy saving power,
So make us live and die,
That we may stand, in that dread hour,
At Thy right hand on high.
ROWN Him with many crowns,
The Lamb upon His throne;
Hark! how the heavenly anthem drowns
All music but its own:
Awake, my soul, and sing
Of Him Who died for thee,
And hail Him as thy matchless King
Through all eternity.
2 Crown Him the Son of God
Before the worlds began,
And ye, who tread where He hath trod,
Crown Him the Son of Man;
Who every grief hath known
That wrings the human breast,
And takes and bears them for His own,
That all in Him may rest.
3 Crown Him the Lord of Life,
Who triumphed o'er the grave,
And rose victorious in the strife
For those He came to save;
His glories now we sing
Who died, and rose on high,
Who died, eternal life to bring,
And lives that death may die.
4 Crown Him of lords the Lord,
Who over all doth reign,
Who once on earth, the Incarnate Word,
For ransomed sinners slain,
Now lives in realms of light,
Where saints with angels sing
Their songs before Him day and night,
Their God, Redeemer, King.
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