Scripture Verse

In His name the nations will put their hope. Matthew 12:21

Introduction

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John Goss (1800–1880)
National Portrait Gallery

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Words: Charles Wes­ley, Hymns on God’s Ev­er­last­ing Love (Lon­don: W. Stra­han, 1741), num­ber 11.

Music: Ar­thur’s Seat John Goss, in Hymns and Songs of Praise (New York: 1874) (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Charles Wesley (1707–1788)

Lyrics

Let earth and Heav’n agree,
Angels and men be joined,
To ce­le­brate with me
The Sav­ior of man­kind,
T’adore the all-aton­ing Lamb,
And bless the sound of Je­su’s name.

Jesus! trans­port­ing sound!
The joy of earth and Heav’n;
No oth­er help is found,
No oth­er name is giv’n,
By which we can sal­va­tion have,
But Je­sus came the world to save.

Jesus! harmo­ni­ous name!
It charms the host ab­ove;
They ev­er­more pro­claim,
And won­der at His love;
’Tis all their hap­pi­ness to gaze,
’Tis heav’n to see our Je­su’s face.

His name the sin­ner hears,
And is from sin set free;
’Tis mu­sic in his ears,
’Tis life and vic­to­ry;
New songs do now his lips em­ploy,
And danc­es his glad heart for joy.

Stung by the scor­pi­on sin,
My poor ex­pir­ing soul
The bal­my sound drinks in,
And is at once made whole;
See there my Lord up­on the tree!
I hear, I feel He died for me.

For me and all man­kind,
The Lamb of God was slain,
My lamb His life re­signed
For ev­ery soul of man:
Loving to all, He none passed by,
He would not have one sin­ner die.

O un­ex­am­pled love,
O all-re­deem­ing grace!
How swift­ly didst Thou move
To save a fall­en race!
What shall I do to make it known,
What Thou for all man­kind hast done!

For this alone I breathe
To spread the Gos­pel sound,
Glad tid­ings of Thy death
To all the na­tions round;
Who all may feel Thy blood ap­plied,
Since all are free­ly jus­ti­fied.

O for a trum­pet-voice,
On all the world to call,
To bid their hearts re­joice
In Him, who died for all!
For all my Lord was cru­ci­fied,
For all, for all my Sav­ior died.

To serve Thy bless­èd will,
Thy dy­ing love to praise,
Thy coun­sel to ful­fill,
And min­is­ter Thy grace,
Freely what I re­ceive to give,
The life of Heav’n on earth I live.