Rev. xix. 12.

Behold a mighty Conqueror
In majesty descend;

Heaven's armies robed in glory
Upon his march attend.

He wears a blood-stained vesture,
He bears an unknown name,
And all heaven's mighty myriads
His praises wide proclaim.
CHORUS.

O King eternal, King immortal,
King of glory, come and reign!

Who is this King of glory?

He is the Lamb once slain; Now Judah's mighty Lion,

He comes to rule and reign.

Once mocked, and scorned, and smitten,
He wore a crown of thorn;

Now diadems of beauty
His radiant brow adorn.

Can this be he who suffered,
And for our sins did die?
Who cried in anguish, “Eloi,
Lama Sabachthani"?

Is this the head that, bowing,
Hung lifeless on the tree,

Now crowned with all the splendors
Of immortality?

But who are these around Him,
Who in his glory share?
Ah, these are they who suffered

And who his cross did bear:
Caught up with clouds to meet him,
To joy they enter in,
And dwell with him forever,
Beyond all pain and sin.
No fearful or faint-hearted

Who shun his cross of pain,
Shall in that bright assembly
With Christ in glory reign;
But they who suffer with him
Shall all his honors share,
And in the heavenly kingdom,
A crown of glory wear.
Come, ye who have despised him,
And all his power defied,
His mercy waits to save you,
He for your sins has died;

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Make haste to seek his pardon,

The day is drawing near When Christ, so long rejected, In glory shall appear.

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Thou city of foundations,
Fair dwelling of our King,
We call thy walls salvation,

Thy gates of praise we sing:
As pilgrims and as strangers

We tread earth's weary road, And seek through toils and dangers The palace of our God.

CHORUS.

Great Shepherd, lead us, guide and feed us,
Bring us to thy heavenly fold.
O home of joy and blessing,
In exile here we wait;
Our pilgrim state confessing,
We seek thy open gate,

Where all the saved immortals
Shall share thy peace and rest,
Within thy hallowed portals,
Redeemed, and crowned, and blest.
O home of cloudless splendor,
Within thy pearly gate

The good, the true, the tender,
In joy shall congregate;
And our poor hearts are yearning
And longing there to come:
Our tearful eyes are turning

To that eternal home.

Ah, shall we see that glory,
And with the holy dwell?
Shall we with them the story.
Of full redemption tell?
No worth have we, or merit;
Only our Saviour's blood
Can fit us to inherit

The City of our God.
Upon thy love, O Saviour,

Our weary souls we cast,
And pray thee in thy favor
Forgive our errors past:
And may thy sweet compassion
Encompass all our way
To full, complete salvation,
In endless, cloudless day.

H., 1880,

John ix. 4.

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1283... The night cometh.
Work, for the night is coming;
Work through the morning hours,
Work while the dew is sparkling,
Work 'mid springing flowers;
Work when the day grows brighter;
Work in the glowing sun;
Work, for the night is coming,
When man's work is done.
Work, for the night is coming;
Work through the sunny noon;
Fill brightest hours with labor;

Rest comes sure and soon.
Give every flying minute

Something to keep in store;
Work, for the night is coming,

When man works no more.

Work, for the night is coming;

Under the sunset skies,

While their bright tints are glowing,
Work, for daylight flies.

Work till the last beam fadeth,

Fadeth to shine no more;

Work while the night is darkening,
When man's work is o'er.

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Jesus, the sinner's refuge,
Jesus, the sinner's rest,
Sheltered beneath thy mercy,

I in thy love am blest.
Thou art my joy and comfort,
Thou art my sun and song,
Thou art my shield and buckler,
Thou art my refuge strong.

Resting on thy promise sure,
Strengthened by thy Spirit pure,
We shall to the end endure,

And gain eternal rest.

Safe in the heavenly mansions,
Safe on the shining shore,
Safe where no wicked trouble,
Safe where all toil is o'er.
Safe in the home of beauty,

Safe in the bowers of rest, Safe in our Father's presence, Safe on our Saviour's breast. Jesus, Saviour, grant that we, Safe from sin, from sorrow free, In thy presence there may be, In thy eternal home.

Work, for the Night is Coming,

Safe in the Arms of Jesus.

A

H., 1886.

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Psalm xxiii. 1.

My Creator is my Shepherd,

I no want shall know or fear; He shall guide me and protect me All the while I wander here.

CHORUS.

For the Lord is my Shepherd,
I will fear no evil;

His rod and his staff they comfort me;
Surely goodness and mercy
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Shall follow me ever,
Till my Father's face I in glory see.

Though I walk the shadowed valley,
Yet I will not fear its gloom;

Light shall play around the tomb.

In the pastures green he feeds me,
Where the waters gently glide;
In the righteous pathways leads me,
Seeks me when I turn aside.

Psalm cxi. 1.

2 All His works are great and glorious, Saints review them with delight; His redemption, all victorious,

We remember day and night.

3 Meat He gives to those who fear him,
Of his covenant mindful still;
Wise are those who much revere him,
And rejoice to do his will.

4 For His grace stands fast forever,
His decrees the saints secure;
From his oath he turneth never,
Every promise standeth sure.

5 Therefore be His praise unceasing,
Be his name forever blest;
And with confidence increasing,
Let us on his promise rest.

Cast thy bread upon the waters,
Thinking not 'tis thrown away;
God himself saith, thou shalt gather
It again some future day.
Cast thy bread upon the waters.

Wildly though the billows roll;
They but aid thee as thou 'toilest
Truth to spread from pole to pole.
As the seed, by billows floated,
To some distant island lone,
So to human souls benighted,

That thou flingest may be borne.
Cast thy bread upon the waters;

Why wilt thou still doubting stand? Bounteous shall God send the harvest, If thou sow'st with liberal hand. Mrs. J. H. Hanaford, ab. 1852. Look not thou upon the wine. 8s & 78.

Lo, the Lord Jehovah liveth!
He's my Rock, I bless his name;
He, my God, salvation giveth;
All ye lands, exalt his fame.
O'er his enemies exalted,

See the great Redeemer rise! Though by powers of hell assaulted, God supports him to the skies. God, Messiah's cause maintaining,

Shall his righteous throne extend; O'er the world the Saviour reigning, Earth shall at his footstool bend.

William Goode, 1811.

Prov. xxiii. 31.

Look not on the wine in redness,
Gleaming, dancing, in its light;
In its sparkle there is madness,
In its beauty there is blight.
Like a serpent it beguileth,

Like a monster it devours;
Man's whole nature it defileth,
Blasts and ruins all his powers.
Transient joy the wine-cup bringeth,
But it leaves behind a páng;
And at last the soul it stingeth
Like an adder's venomed fang. oT

H., 1882.