Hymn 177

HAlleluja to the Lord on high,
All glory, honour, praise
Ascribe to him continually,
And live to him always.

Lift Christ on high, our glorious King,
In whom all fulness dwells;
He is our Life and Fountain-spring,
His glory great excells.

'Tis Christ, O God, that we do preach,
As thou dost us command;
O let thy Word Men's hearts so reach,
It may break Satan's Band.

O set their Souls at liberty,
And them unite to thee,
To sing thy praise melodiously
Whilst they thy glory see.

There's none like Christ in all the Earth,
He is that lovely One;
His honour we would, Lord, spread forth,
And him exalt alone.

Thou hast made him the All in all
To us in ev'ry thing;
Before him shall the mighty fall,
And own him to be King.

His Day is near, his Foes must down,
And never rise again;
And flourish must his glorious Crown,
And ever shall he reign.